Stella City wasn't a warm space deserving of good reviews from everyone. But that's not to say it was a prison for all.

For the wealthy, Stella City was a place where everything except safety could be obtained.

It wasn't a good place to stay for those who found starving poor people unpleasant, but otherwise, one could enjoy virtually everything available in any major city.

The same was true for the poor. No matter how much Stella City exploited humans, it couldn't be more brutal than nature itself.

If you walk out of the city and into the wasteland with its war ruins, you would realize that uncivilized nature doesn't even consider humans as cheap labor or objects of contempt and humiliation.

For the poor, Stella City wasn't a space they could choose, but an inevitable fate. It was an absolute entity they had to follow, whether they liked it or not.