Chapter Three - Electives in Future Tribulations
Chapter Three - Electives in Future Tribulations
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The CIAL campus was bigger than I imagined. It encompassed the entirety of the little city around the main campus and about half a dozen much larger buildings around the central park area.
These were the picturesque, big, modern buildings that looked good on postcards, but they weren't the whole of it. The campus extended below-ground as well.
"This entire area, formerly the Perrot Island area, was slated to be New Montreal's first mega-city platform. However, the project was cancelled early in its development. The University saw an opportunity, purchased the plate, and has since used it as its primary campus," the Vice Principal said. He tapped one of his shiny loafers against the paved road we were on. "It doesn't look like it, but there is actually a single-floor level beneath the entire campus."
"That's kinda big," I said. It wasn't an exaggeration either. The campus had to cover a dozen square kilometres or something. There was plenty of grass and a few parks, and lots of roadways going around. "What about those buildings over there?"
I was pointing to the rows upon rows of cookie-cutter complexes. There were rather blocky buildings, maybe ten stories high, and all placed in neat rows.