Cheng Ye sat up straight, rolled down the window of the passenger seat, and carefully examined this rapidly rising satellite city.
The road was newly paved with asphalt concrete, so black and shiny that it could reflect the flowing clouds in the sky. It was wide enough for eight lanes, separated in the middle by a half-meter high green belt, with young pine saplings not yet fully rooted, exuding the moist scent of freshly turned soil.
The sidewalks on both sides had already taken shape, covered with light gray permeable bricks, with a few stubborn wild grasses sporadically sprouting through the gaps, trimmed neatly and not at all undermining the overall sense of order.
Every fifty meters stood a solar street lamp identical in design to those on the overpasses, with a simple and sleek design. The lamp poles were made of silver-gray alloy, with a solid concrete base at the bottom, stable even against the wild winds of the wilderness.
