Dominion

Ruppert took a side road and entered one of the two giant parking towers; his car informed him that a space was available on the fifteenth floor. The golden domed ceiling soared above them, its apex too distant to see, giving an impression of infinite glimmering space overhead (though Ruppert wondered if the Church enhanced this effect with holograms). Ruppert’s hand reached ahead into empty space, and he toppled forward. It was another hour before Lucia finally emerged, stumbling as if she’d had a little too much to drink, and Ruppert wondered if she really had.