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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35 – The house of the Central Economy Control<br />
The morning after the hunt, Peter felt a massive urge to run<br />
somewhere outside, switch on his radio again and hear Julys voice<br />
and get to know everything, everything.<br />
But he had to be smart.<br />
They had returned to the castle only after midnight because the<br />
hunt was followed by a giant banquet. The dining hall of the royal<br />
hunting castle had been set for a thousand people. Poultry and<br />
venison, uncountable kinds of wine and delicious fruit had made for<br />
a joyful mood. The young hunters sang happily, then formed a big<br />
circle and showed a circle dance.<br />
Peter had drunk, danced and sung with the others, but his heart<br />
nearly shattered from impatience.<br />
On schedule for the new day was the visit at the house of the<br />
Central Economy Control.<br />
He always met the prince according to a pre-scheduled program.<br />
He didn't know how he could have called him, and the prince,<br />
likewise, never called him in his rooms. Peter wondered about that.<br />
Was there no telephone here? On Earth, everyone had his phone<br />
and could call anyone at any time and from any place. Or was<br />
something like that here, too, and he was just not supposed to<br />
know about it? If he had some wish, he just had to speak it aloud –<br />
in Earths language - , and the invisible machines served him<br />
without a reply, but with scaring precision.<br />
To his visit today, he went alone. He pushed the green button on<br />
his desk, the doors opened, moving carpets and escalators brought<br />
him to the exit, and there, a marvellous ivory-colored little car was<br />
waiting for him. "To the house of Central Economy Control", Peter<br />
said.<br />
The car's door closed, and it drove along with Peter, again at<br />
another road, into a different direction. Thanks to his pocket<br />
calendar, Peter already had a good orientation in Oxygenville and its<br />
surrounding. He had also re-evaluated that the square he had<br />
found at the map was indeed the airport where he had landed with<br />
the plane. He also knew that the Central Economy Control was<br />
settled in the southern district, pretty far away from the centre.<br />
Peter studied everything he got his hands onto with great<br />
diligence, maps and statistic annuals. He felt as if he could only<br />
stand to the mighty and devious enemy if he would comprehend<br />
him, if he found a hole in the suffocating net, if he managed to find<br />
a gap somewhere in the inexorable controls. Sometimes he felt as if<br />
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