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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"I'm zooming right in", the manager said.<br />
He pushed a button, and the glass screens went misty for a<br />
moment, only to shine up in a purple light. And at the bottom, the<br />
landscape appeared, but it looked like the lid would have been<br />
taken from a cardbox to look inside, or as if the the roof of a ten<br />
story high house had been lifted so one could see from the attic to<br />
the basement.<br />
The upper layer was Oxygenville.<br />
"You know that, that's uninteresting", the manager said, "let's<br />
look at the next layer."<br />
Oxygenville disappeared before their eyes and was replaced by a<br />
complicated, silvery shining system of tubes.<br />
"This is about one hundred meters below Oxygenville", the<br />
manager explained. "Wait, I'm zooming in."<br />
Only now, Peter saw it more clearly and began to understand it.<br />
It was an almost impermeatable network of cables, tubes and pipes,<br />
of canals and pump systems. And there were machines and more<br />
machines, and everything was working, rotating; levers that moved<br />
automatically, arms, gears, subterranean giant factories with<br />
instrument dashboards and conveyor belts – everything without a<br />
single living being to control it. The camera now followed the<br />
conveyor belts. Into immeasurable storage rooms, immeasurable<br />
amounts of products were delivered. Food, bright colored carpets,<br />
tennis balls and armchairs, cars and rifles. Then, again huge<br />
instrument dashboards became visible, with constantly humming<br />
computers with greenishly glowing screens. "These are the<br />
automatic server centrals", the manager said. "The energy sources<br />
of our planet are almost inexhaustible. For the technical stand of<br />
our factories it maybe is characteristic that we have about two<br />
hundred thousand computers at our disposal which are<br />
programmed by one million of experts. But maybe everything gets a<br />
bit clearer if I start the visualization of our production at the most<br />
primitive part..."<br />
Again, the manager pushed a button. The glass screens became<br />
glowing red and then slowly changed to grey.<br />
"Now we've pushed through the ion curtain", the manager<br />
explained. "It is the locking border of the oxygen zone. But we'll see<br />
about this later... Please look there..."<br />
Before Peters eyes, a picture well known to him appeared: a<br />
square in a city of the Trunk Bearers. Beings that moved along<br />
slowly and tired, benches, then the working halls, a row of<br />
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