The City of Low Level

In the City of Low Level, the ground is made of raw bytes. The inhabitants do not believe in abstractions; they live close to the metal, crafting tools from C and assembly.

The air smells of ozone and pointer arithmetic. Buildings are constructed with destructors and arenas, ensuring that nothing leaks. It is a harsh, efficient place, where every resource is accounted for.

"We do not trust the garbage collector," a local mutters, "we clean up after ourselves."