I breathed in the cool, pure air tasting the rich oxygen and nitrogen. My eyes filled with tears. The sun hovered behind the horizon like an orange fireball.
sunny
That was the latest buzzword. It was talked about now with every breath and suddenly i knew what it really meant.
I stretched out my hand to feel the warmth to touch its face, then the timer squealed and a voice roared in my ear: "simulation room s23 your time is up. Please move to the fast decompression chamber."
Two hours later i was back at the helm of my ship the succubus leaving the pleasure centers of the malay archipelago behind.
The nano fabric of my pilot's seat massaged my body as i accelerated on full dipole drive, spearing into the black heart of the lifeless ocean like a nightmare, shattering a dream.
But the oceans were no longer as dead as they seemed. Scientists brewed gene cocktails and chromosome soups without sanction. Rebreeding every life form within range of their test tubes. Mighty sharks dolphins even the greatest carnivores that ever lived, primordial beasts that had terrorized the oceans 150 million years ago.
The scientists did what they pleased. Including creating new branches of life where evolution refused to go. They earned so many credits with their tinkering that even the most powerful computers struggled to keep up with the total.
But behind the glittering facade of tungsten titanium and niobium, the calcareous whole of human existence was crumbling.
The frequency of mass disasters increased dramatically. Amok runners, psychotics, high-tech slave drivers, gene adulterators and slick techno dealers prowled everywhere plunging habitats and dwellings into chaos.