Oxygénia
In the year 3069, space farer Peter MacGulliver who is used to a happy life on a healthy and clean planet Earth strands on a planet which environment is completely ruined by heavy pollution, where there isn't even any oxygen left in the atmosphere and where billions of humanoid beings have to live with gas masks and rationed oxygen for their whole life – Oxygénia. On his long way to escape this living nightmare, Peter has to get to know all three major layers of the society of Oxygénia: Trunk Bearers, Rememberers and the "upper ten thousand" (one hundred lineages with one hundred members), the last ones living in a literal paradise and sheer luxury on the expense of all others. There are also some refugees and renegades amongst the Rememberers... can Peter escape Oxygénia, get back to his spaceship and his wife who is waiting there for him? This novel is a grim dark vision of what can very well become of Earth if mankind goes on the way it has done for the last few centuries. Today, there are already structures on Earth similiar to the dreadful "Oxygénia Trust" with its one hundred lineages, "elites" who don't bother about the fate of billions of other humans; there is pollution and climate change which is both very well capable of turning Earth into Oxygénia if our species doesn't change the set course very soon. See what the future might be like, and let's hope and take actions that it's not too late already, that we still can get off the path we're on to now – the path to Oxygénia.
In the year 3069, space farer Peter MacGulliver who is used to a happy life on a healthy and clean planet Earth strands on a planet which environment is completely ruined by heavy pollution, where there isn't even any oxygen left in the atmosphere and where billions of humanoid beings have to live with gas masks and rationed oxygen for their whole life – Oxygénia.
On his long way to escape this living nightmare, Peter has to get to know all three major layers of the society of Oxygénia: Trunk Bearers, Rememberers and the "upper ten thousand" (one hundred lineages with one hundred members), the last ones living in a literal paradise and sheer luxury on the expense of all others. There are also some refugees and renegades amongst the Rememberers... can Peter escape Oxygénia, get back to his spaceship and his wife who is waiting there for him?
This novel is a grim dark vision of what can very well become of Earth if mankind goes on the way it has done for the last few centuries. Today, there are already structures on Earth similiar to the dreadful "Oxygénia Trust" with its one hundred lineages, "elites" who don't bother about the fate of billions of other humans; there is pollution and climate change which is both very well capable of turning Earth into Oxygénia if our species doesn't change the set course very soon. See what the future might be like, and let's hope and take actions that it's not too late already, that we still can get off the path we're on to now – the path to Oxygénia.
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"That's right", the prince nodded. "Although it was just today<br />
that I got the report that due to cosmic storms, the radio connection<br />
is disturbed, and for at least ten days there's no hope for another<br />
connection."<br />
The green car now drove along a completely different route than<br />
on their former trips to the castle of the princess, to the meadows at<br />
Soughing Lake or to the tennis squares of the Wisdomer family. On<br />
both sides of the road, steep rock walls ascended, and they drove<br />
through this canyon for a long time until the road got onto a plain.<br />
Here, the grass was as green as Peter had never seen it before. It<br />
was as if someone had woven a carpet out of green gold, like silk in<br />
the sparkling sunlight, with huge light blue, purple, red and pale<br />
yellow flowers. It was a huge pasture land. A mountain with<br />
unpermeatable brushwood and trees that seemed to grow up into<br />
the sky rose behind it. They had reached the area of the royal<br />
forest. On both sides of the roads, creeks fell down; on big,<br />
overgrown with moss stones, the water glowed, and in the spraying<br />
foam, trouts shimmered silvery.<br />
The sun hadn't rose yet, but the moons began to pale. A dreamlike<br />
pink-turquoise colored veil covered the sky, and the celestial<br />
glow shone a silvery gleam across the land.<br />
Suddenly, the car stopped. Prince Warrior gave a sign to Peter,<br />
and they got out.<br />
They had to walk several hundred steps on their own. The path<br />
rose up and became narrow, a tight forest path. But the walking<br />
seemed extraordinarily easy. Peter realised that the path moved<br />
upwards with them under their feet.<br />
The narrow path led to a clearing. On the opposite was the royal<br />
hunting house. It was almost cloaking itself in the forest landscape,<br />
as if it was made from trees, moss and leaves. It looked bright and<br />
sublime, simple and noble – a masterpiece of architecture.<br />
The king was already outside and sat on an armchair made of<br />
forest moss. Around him, hundreds of young people in hunting gear<br />
stood, but only men. To the kings left, prince Valiant sat, the<br />
younger brother of successor Warrior. The successor accompanied<br />
Peter to the bench and asked for permission to introduce him.<br />
The king was an already elderly, stately, tall man. Peter knew<br />
that he was approaching the twohundredfifty, but he still seemed to<br />
be quite spry; on Earth, no one would have guessed him older than<br />
eighty or ninety. Prince Valiant deferentially kissed his fathers<br />
hand. The king accepted the obeisance of his son and Peters bow<br />
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