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The city had barely lifted itself out of the flood when the rain started pummeling it down again. Dangerous rivers were forming in the streets once more, teaming up with the grey sky above to compose a picture of a grey, post-apocalyptic urban waterworld. But the downpour didn’t stop some of the last remaining residents from gathering in their favourite new squat once more. The newly abandoned cineplex was just one of the city’s main venues that had been taken over, occasionally turned into party venues for the End of The World Revelers, as they liked to call themselves: a mishmash of disenchanted youth, disenfranchised refugees, Minimalists and, last but not least, panic-depressive collapsitarians who just joined in to rubberneck on the shenanigans. They all had one thing in common: they were part of Generation F, where the “F” stood either for Final or Fucked, depending on who you spoke to. They belonged in the Climate Change generation, that special group of humans who knew for sure by now that their society had entered an irreversible decline. They happened to be at the frontline of the worse impacts: broke, often homeless, their government assistance coupons exhausted a long time ago. They were hopeless enough to not care anymore. They were broke enough to feel free from the consumer-led ponzi scheme called Human Civilisation, which had led to all of this in the first place.
But most of all, they were here to party. They were here to dance in their own funeral. They were here to celebrate life. For some it was a welcome break from life in the homeless shelter. The rain could fall all it wanted, but it could never be louder than the thump of the EDM base that could be heard out in the street, finding its way through the thick concrete walls of the cineplex. You would be forgiven for hallucinating to even think that, somewhere inside this wet purgatory, there was a rave party happening amongst the soaked concrete carcass of this semi-abandoned city. But just like the phytoplankton, humans were finding ways to thrive, even for short periods, in this dystopic New Earth.
(from the upcoming novel A New Earth)
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