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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work again. It was only taken from us when a brain examination<br />
was due, and when it was over, we got it back."<br />
"What kind of examination were these? I don't understand this",<br />
Peter said.<br />
ON sighed, tired.<br />
"This is all so complicated, so difficult... you'll see for yourself. As<br />
I said before, there's no police in <strong>Oxygénia</strong>, no offices or something<br />
like it. And yet, there is a fiendish control system. One part of the<br />
day, we worked. We loved our work, it was what our whole<br />
organism was conditioned for. We solved our tasks with ease, but<br />
we were afraid of the checks. There was a strict rule that after work,<br />
we had to talk, play or rest. Thinking, being busy with other tasks,<br />
was absolutely forbidden.<br />
The checks came without warning. Above our working desk, a<br />
red lamp lit up. That meant that our NFC chip would be valid again<br />
only after the check. Those checks were done in a laboratory. We<br />
were examinated with an encephalograph, and this device proved<br />
merciless if there was activity in the shielded areas of our brains.<br />
We knew what those who were caught with it had to expect. After<br />
repeated examinations, a new operation. Only the 'useful' part was<br />
allowed to be stimulated – feelings and different interests weren't<br />
needed. And if the examinations brought the result that our brain<br />
was tired and exhausted, that nothing new was to be expected to<br />
come from it, the verdict was: the shaft. Then, the convicted would<br />
be thrown down to the Trunk Bearers at the next Grand Spring<br />
Festival, on the path of forgetting, and thus, his fate was sealed.<br />
Some weeks before the birth of Little ON we had to fear that an<br />
examination in the encephalography of my wife could show<br />
divergences. At this time, I decided to hide her, her and the child<br />
which was yet to be born, in the canyon... but you'll see it for<br />
yourself. Others are also living there, whole families who fled there<br />
from the checks.<br />
I don't know when I started to think and to discuss, but<br />
suddenly, playing cards and smalltalk weren't of any interest to me<br />
anymore. I cared for the great questions of existence, and all our<br />
discussions were shaded by the oppression that we busied<br />
ourselves with secret thoughts when even thinking was prohibited.<br />
Most frequently I discussed with ORO, and I also got the drug Deep<br />
Sleep from him. I'm no chemist, I have no clue about its<br />
composition, I only know its effect: when I drank from it, I was able<br />
again to focus solely on my work, every other problem I had busied<br />
myself with just before was gone from my head. I don't know<br />
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