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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down there? He waited for another minute, then approached the<br />
plane.<br />
Its door opened, and the stairs slid out. The Council Member<br />
entered them without hesitation and went into the cabin. He looked<br />
around: not a single soul anywhere.<br />
He turned around, but there, the door had already closed behind<br />
him. The engine roared up, and the plane was airborne.<br />
"Stop it... Where am I brought? ... Stop... turn around... get<br />
back...", the Council Member shouted, infuriated. "I command<br />
that...."<br />
Oh, he, Bighead, who had never in his life come into an<br />
unexpected situation – in Oxygenville, all machines had precisely<br />
obeyed to his every order since his childhood – didn't get aware of<br />
the fact that this aircraft worked according to the central<br />
programming, and he began slamming against the wall of the plane,<br />
shouted, raved and threatened.<br />
After he had calmed down somewhat, he began to search the<br />
plane frantically for instruments, a radio device or a signal device<br />
with which he could call for help or could force the disobedient<br />
aircraft to bow to his demands. But he himself should have known<br />
best that the plane was programmed by the computer with the<br />
highest security levels, that its passenger could not detour it from<br />
its way, could not alter the course and that beyond the ion curtain,<br />
a radio device wouldn't be of any help, either.<br />
After a seven hours flight, the aircraft landed. Bighead remained<br />
sitting there, motionless. Until now, he had only seen the billowing<br />
gas clouds that got closer and closer and became thicker and<br />
thicker, the dark, threatening fog; now, biting, suffocating gas<br />
flooded inside through the open door. Bighead began to cough,<br />
gasped and panted heavily, his face turned blue, and then, he lost<br />
his consciousness.<br />
After a certain time, the automatic door closed again. The<br />
automatic air conditioning system pushed the suffocating gases out<br />
and injected clean, oxygenious air instead.<br />
Bighead still laid in the cabin, unconscious.<br />
When he regained consciousness, he found himself at the airport<br />
of Oxygenville. Two young men, two officers of the Royal Guard,<br />
carried him out of the aircraft. They supported him along the long<br />
hall and told him that he had to report before the Council<br />
immediately.<br />
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