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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47 – The danger isn't over yet<br />
Peter, ON and the other two young men from the City of the<br />
Rememberers, AT and GEN, went from the canyon to a deep valley.<br />
According to the map, a tunnel system led from here to point BX 3 '<br />
4", to the landing spot of the spaceship "Humanitas". But how the<br />
valley looked like, whether there was a moving pathway, the map<br />
didn't tell anything about. It also didn't become clear whether it was<br />
an ancient tunnel system or had been built and used by the present<br />
rulers of <strong>Oxygénia</strong>. It also didn't state whether it was of natural<br />
origin or artifical.<br />
A steep rock wall limited the valley. Disappointed, ON looked at<br />
the rock wall that was barely visible in the billowing fog. Where was<br />
here an entrance? Peter put the deciphering glasses on ONs<br />
breather.<br />
Now, ON waved for the others to follow him. He now clearly saw<br />
the signs, the green direction arrows. Everything was the same way<br />
as it had been on Peters way until now, everything was like he had<br />
reported and ON had hoped for. Locks, switch boards and walls<br />
obeyed. The lock of the secret tunnel system opened, the headlamp<br />
attached to ONs breather shone with blinding light, and they came<br />
into a moving storage. Yesterday – or was it the day before or a<br />
hundred years ago? – the manager of the Economy Central had<br />
shown Peter this tube systems. From the distance, they had looked<br />
like a toy; here, inside, they were a giant, intimidating labyrinth. A<br />
pneumatic tube system, a moving rollway system; goods<br />
transported in tubes moved swooshing and humming in the<br />
subterranean corridors. From the servant cities, from the work<br />
places in the concrete blocks the things flooded somewhere, and<br />
from somewhere, shoes and clothes came, and on another conveyor<br />
belt, countless identical grey cardboxes. Peter recognized the smell:<br />
it had to be the powder for the mash-like meal he had eaten in the<br />
city of the Trunk Bearers. The deciphering glasses made orientation<br />
signs visible. To point BX 3' 4", a conveyor belt led on which<br />
balloons filled with a sticking, gluey substance were transported.<br />
"Too bad that not shoes or overalls are going this direction, one<br />
could have stand to them on the belt", ON commented.<br />
"Code number six", Peter called.<br />
The discs were adjusted. Now, the switch system became visible<br />
to ON which could be operated in case of an emergency. He turned<br />
the button of a belt loaded with clothes so that the arrow now<br />
indicated towards BX 3' 4".<br />
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