The year was 2060, and the month was June, and it was raining outside. That was to say, it was raining in the Out Reaches and not within the vast dome that covered the sprawling metropolis named DOSH-1-TERMINUS-UK, under which Abraham Pope’s bungalow sheltered. Pope was a light sleeper mainly because he worried about everything, including sleeping lightly. He was also insecure, although he couldn’t fathom out why, and that concerned him greatly. Mostly, he had an unerring feeling he had mislaid or forgotten something, and couldn’t help but fret about what.
Several domes, or “boils” as the Outreachers called them, blighted the UK, rising up from its fresh, green land. DOSH-1 spanned the old town of Milton Keynes, and as such, improved the local scenery no end. More domes were dotted around Europe, the largest covering the entire country of Belgium. Each was a node, a gripping finger of the clawing grasp of EZICASH, a part of the gossamer web of Safety and Health that cradled the lands in its caring arms.
Abraham believed that lullaby, and hence it was why he could sleep, albeit lightly, though there was one thing that played on his mind.
Ezicash Description:
Mr Grievous is quite enjoying his retirement until May Tucker gives him a call. It seems a plumber called Phil Lud has stumbled upon a potential gold mine.
Abraham Pope arrives at work one day and immediately sees something odd; everyone is outside at muster stations, waiting patiently. A steady stream of water is dripping down his building’s steps and pooling in the road.
Tony the Typist is skint but senses something’s going to come along, he wants a new hat and one way or another; he’s going to get one.
Snot’s found the barrel of a gun, not that that’s much use.
Meanwhile, The Glazier is lurking in the shadows; he holds the key. Telepathic Tim foresees the future, and The Tourist goes to Greece.
This is a hilarious tale of life in a contrived future where responsibility has been stripped from the individual.
Contrived or imminent?
