Chapter 1
Roots of the Earth
His name was Oliver. He lived on planet Earth, in the year 2147, in what was once called Melbourne and was now simply “Oceania Block” – a sector of the corporate government “Harmonia Global”. All nations and religions had been abolished fifty years earlier. “Democracy is expensive,” they said. “Climate change knows no borders. Progressive life requires unity.” One government. One corporation. One account.
Oliver worked in a logistics centre, moving boxes with labels that no one understood anymore. His pay arrived every seven days – exactly enough to fill his cart at the distribution centre and pay the rent for his 18-square-metre box on the 27th floor.
At night he would sit on the concrete balcony and watch the city lights flicker brighter than his salary. His friends disappeared one by one. “They packed up,” people said. No one knew where to. Maybe to the lower sectors. Maybe to “productivity rehabilitation”.
In his pocket he kept an old, crumpled notebook. In it he wrote verses he was not allowed to speak aloud.
The government must go,You can feel it in the streets, in the underwater current…
