Chapter One of Pseudo Utopia A SQUAT grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State’s motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY. -A Brave New World
Introduction What was the number of the city again? 12, 13 it really didn’t matter did it. All that mattered is that you did what you were told at least that’s what the MCP told us. Did we know it was much stranger than that? Let’s go back to the beginning. Let us go back to the future. Let us go back.
December 1st 3012 Planet Earth I wake up after dreaming about the outside. There is none only this set of tubes twisting and turning. My entire job is to verify that the Master Control Program is running correctly. An important but dull job code review is.
As I was verifying some code something stuck out. For the last Fifty thousand lines in a log file I have never heard of an error was occurring.
(ERROR (VIOLATION #(RENDERER (SIGNAL END)) (SECTOR 12)))
(ERROR (VIOLATION #(RENDERER (SIGNAL END)) (SECTOR 13)))
They had location codes attached to them in another log file.
(LOC (SECTOR 12) 2701 1702 1024 2048 5120 3096)
I really shouldn’t be looking in these files. It is against protocol. No one violates protocol but I like to live dangerously.
I thought nothing of it at the time. I wanted to get back home. Home is where the heart is even though mine is empty. I haven’t found anyone even though there are only two-thousand and forty-eight of us left.
Earth died a long time ago. The environment changed so rapidly we built sectors. Sectors are artificial biomes where we all live in. Pollution keeps us in here. All we see is black outside because of the pollution.
So we use computers to render what we would like the world to look like. Each person has a personal render area. You can do whatever you want in there and then some. It can be in your personal headspace too. Some people use it for an escape. I use it to explore the world.
Since I like to explore after work I decided to see what was causing it. It wasn’t part of my job description and when I checked who should do it there was no one associated with the job which I thought was odd. Everyone has an essential job for each sector.
So I trek out to the place. I use my personal transporter to drive out to the place. It should be simple enough. It only took three hours to drive out there.
I look at the Sector’s scenery. The default background is earth from 2012. I zoom past Chicago and California before I get to where I should be.
Chicago looks like a nice city. I wish they built more cities like it in this weird country called America. That is where I supposedly was born at least that’s the sector that I come from.
The designers of the biomes died a century ago. That’s when the vast diaspora happened. The sectors were created and we were sent off to restart the world somewhere. We are traveling at some fraction of the speed of light and it seems like it’s going to be an eternity before we get to where we should be.
Then I saw something I shouldn’t have. Then I see something that shouldn’t be there. Then I see something that shouldn’t exist.
All I could see was black. All I could see was space. And it wasn’t supposed to be there.