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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Those who reached the opening of the cave ripped off their<br />
breathing hoses because inside, there was a wonderful,<br />
intoxicating, oxygen-rich air. At the ceiling and the walls, colorful<br />
pictures shone. Those flooding in further deemed to be in a lush<br />
jungle, in the domain of coconut and date palmtrees, giant<br />
mahogany and eucalyptus trees, entwining lianas and deep green<br />
moss. Likewise, the ground of the cave was green, too, instead of<br />
soild concrete, one believed to have silky grass under his feet. The<br />
beings who kept flooding in soon got fully naked, hugged each other<br />
and rolled on the ground. In regular gaps along the walls, cups with<br />
sweet, honey tasting, euphoria intoxicating drinks stood ready for<br />
the crowd. And as the procession moved on, they sang, drank and<br />
fell into an unrestrained ecstacy of love. Before the last ones of the<br />
incredibly long procession entered, the first ones already staggered<br />
out at the other end of the cave, barely a mile away from where the<br />
entrance was. Inside, winding paths led for many kilometers, and<br />
side corridors, opening up and closing lock doors swallowed a part<br />
of the crowd. The majority, however, reappeared almost at the spot<br />
where they had started, and flooded, still drunk by dancing and<br />
love ecstasy, into a store like they were half asleep, all getting grey<br />
overalls again and breathers with filled oxygen bins. After the trip of<br />
several hours, they all returned to one of the cities with the concrete<br />
cubes, where they went on with their usual life until the next Grand<br />
Spring Festival.<br />
Peter and ON watched for a while as the cave slowly devoured<br />
the more and more drunk crowd.<br />
"What's the purpose of this festival?", Peter asked.<br />
"The cave system houses a giant computer", ON explained. "All<br />
inhabitants of <strong>Oxygénia</strong> pass it. Voluntarily. If someone doesn't<br />
enter, no one cares. He just doesn't go, then. But all want to get<br />
through here, it's their dream, their longing, the meaning of their<br />
life, the only thing they remember and desire. Inside the cave, the<br />
air contains oxygen, added with scents and stimulants. In the<br />
ecstasy of free breathing, music and being drunk, they throw away<br />
their clothes, love each other, eat and drink. Meanwhile, sensors<br />
fast as lightning measure, qualify and sort out. They are selecting.<br />
Doors open and close. In the first lock, those boys and girls who are<br />
thought to be suitable for getting up to a City of the Rememberers<br />
are chosen. The City of the Rememberers is the world of scholars.<br />
Only those in whose brains the machines found special abilities will<br />
get there: a logical, mathematical predisposition, talent for drawing<br />
and more like that. They are led into certain corridors from where<br />
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