This story is based on the prompt, "science fiction," by @miniature-tiger. I'm not a sci-fi writer, I try to be a poet at best still I was tempted to write this one. Hope you like it.

The Geno-Earth has been deactivated. Now it's raining melted silicon. The programmed silicon sheet that cloaked our city and produced the sky-view of New York. We thought we were New York.

For the first time, we're seeing our real sky: three moons, astroid cloud, neighbor planets, and a dim sun.