The Bubble House 99%

“What if I rerouted the drainage? Not around the Bubble. Through it. There’s a natural slope under your… your sphere. If I could run a French drain from my foundation, under your floor, and out to the street… the water would never even touch your foundation. It would just pass through.”

Mrs. Gable raised an eyebrow. “Go on.” the bubble house

On the last day, they stood together in the center of the sphere as the sun set. The new seam glowed faintly gold in the fading light. “What if I rerouted the drainage