City Observer: Science Fiction

Now you've gone too far, she thought, staring out at the city beneath her. It was crackling up and burning around the edges, like a map with a match taken to it. She winced. She'd spent ten years of her life in this city, just out of sight, just around the corner, able to see and hear and spy and even in some intangible ways make it a better place. She'd never been able to interact with the people, so she shouldn't in all honesty try calling it "home," but that was what it had become to her, far more of a home than the satellite orbiting high above the world, the one where she slept and ate and voided her bowels, always hurrying to get back to the city below. She was an observer, only an observer. Of course, she had suspicions that the reason her city was burning was because--

Inspiration: "13"
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Sheesh, the mind just keeps going back to well-worn tracks, doesn't it? Too close to Jo Clayton's early books, I'd say. Could be acceptable for a short story, but would need severe tweaking for a novel.