T Odinert – I think about it while Gavelland takes place on the street. Somewhere behind Wustermark, not crowded and only slightly detained trains pass through the fields leisurely towards Spandau. Several young people pushed their bicycles next to mine since Ratenov. They are outside the area; One has already come out.
Adchat train requires tickets: “Oh, group. All with the wheels? ” I really inform, in order not to be part of the excursion company, which the controller recognizes with a miserable look: “I thought that. If this is a slightly different average ” -“ … than ours ”, I almost say. But I allowed this to be and only cure the ticket, like a good adult.
I well remember what just indignation I looked at the generation of my parents when I was so young. What a huge bunch of manure that will leave us. We were narrowly fled to nuclear death (hands! Tsernobil!) And had bad skin from sour rain. Thatcher, Kohl and entering the winners of history, and Nazi lungs are everywhere in Rostok. In the professional information center, we explained the forms of applications for unemployment benefits or the connection train to the West. Just there.
But all this was not in comparison with the apocalyptic, alternately burned or flooded with an epidemic landscape that passes my generation with a depressed shared today. Once, my child, it will be yours. Please thank you, death star.
Fields without a radio
But these young people seem to be not particularly called the conductor or me. You do not even pay attention to us. If everything appears on their phones, laugh too loudly, listen to stupid music. I think two are in love, but I do not want to assume anything and look carefully from the window. The fields now gave way to large solar technology. Wind turbines extend between collectors in a low sky. Meanwhile, the train even caught a little delay. The network is better than in AlexanderPlatz.
This is much less impressive than reactive substances or replicators that I once promised, but three times better than cocaine fantasies for flight taxi, hyperlui and extraplanetary colonies. Not on Mars, the future begins here. It began a long time ago. The only question is how long and at what price the past becomes against him.
“You still need a bicycle card,” the train says a little impatiently. Hmm, wasn’t it? Instant oh, shit. – He turns to the leader of the group. “You have nine bicycles on a ticket, right?” – And she connects through eight mountain bikes. “Good, good trip.”
Please thank you.
