If you want, I will show you an artistic conception sketch of a simulation I am preparing for a decontamination measure in one of the most desolate areas of the plain. We found that, despite the brutality of the environment, at least a dozen groups live actually there and they are trying to clean up the land with hoes and picks refusing even the meagre technology that their leaders would allow them.”
Encouraged by an indication of consent he immediately activated his PV. Unionians could not resist any opportunity to show off their versatility. The model of the contaminated area appeared sharp in mid air, so that everyone could watch it. In the midst of desolate fields were groups of men bent over piles of toxic waste. They were tired and battered figures dragging themselves through the wreckage, scraping the soil in the vain hope of finding somewhere to grow something. In the distance, like a long row of rotten teeth worn by time, one could see silhouettes of ancient ruins. There they were. The last of the Obsolete skyscrapers, submerged, like everything else, under the poisonous haze which had hung over the land for centuries. Biobarriers did not only mark the division between two different types of beings, but also a division of Time. Outside the Centres civilization had stopped and evolution had reversed.
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