Anya's newfound knowledge was like a glitch in the perfect facade of the Green City. The transmissions from the Hacktivists revealed a reality that was hard to digest. The city, her home, was not the sanctuary she had believed it to be.

The technology that sustained their perfect climate and abundant life was a leech upon the outside world. The energy that powered their systems, the resources that filled their stores—all were extracted from the lands beyond the dome, leaving the Wasters to suffer even greater hardships.

Anya felt the walls of the city closing in on her, the glass no longer a shield but a cage. She saw the faces of the people she passed on the streets—her neighbors, her friends, her family—all unknowingly complicit in the suffering of those outside.

The Hacktivists showed her the data, the undeniable proof of the Green City's exploitation. The city's founders had promised a new beginning, a solution to the world's ecological crisis. But the solution was selective, saving a few while sacrificing many.

Anya's heart raced as she processed the information. The city's serene parks and vibrant marketplaces now seemed like a facade, a distraction from the theft and destruction that enabled their existence.

She wrestled with her conscience, torn between the comfort of ignorance and the painful truth. But Anya knew she couldn't unsee what she had seen. The reality of the Green City's existence was a glitch that spread through her mind, urging her to act, to right the wrongs of the past.