Category: Dystopian, Futuristic, Psychological, Book Review
The year is 2061, and in the new UK megacities, the government watches every move you make. Speech is no longer free—an ‘offensive’ word reaching the wrong ear means a social demerit and a hefty fine. One too many demerits? Job loss and eviction, with free transport to your nearest community for the homeless: the Hope Villages.
The United Kingdom in the year 2061 is dominated by megacities, which are controlled by the Prime Minister and the Nutricorp organisation. They include hospitals, schools and medical centres and have been touted as offering equality for everyone, except there are always those who have more and better. The majority of people live in the stacks which comprise of fully kitted out and compact apartments. The inhabitants are monitored and their security depends on a healthy lifestyle, good behaviour and keeping their jobs, otherwise it’s more than likely they could end up in a Hope Village.
At the other end of the scale are the wastelanders who choose to make their own way, despite the ruined towns and cities and the hardships of living hand to mouth. There are food banks for those in need and pockets of small communities living off the land. However, even that uncertain future could be in jeopardy as the government implement their plans…
“Phase 10 has Total Dark status; no one apart from the people in this room and those involved in its orchestration will be aware of its existence. The necessary military operatives are to be housed in a secure location during the final two weeks; they have already been selected and will be handsomely remunerated for agreeing to undergo a memory erasure procedure afterwards.”
Rae Farrer has grown up in UK Megacity 12, unquestioning and accepting her life is the natural way of the world. Until she learns the truth about her family. This knowledge turned everything around and completely changed her life. No longer was she going to allow anyone make choices without her knowledge.
I went airborne when I discovered this—I felt like I didn’t know who I was, for several weeks. Then came the anger, with my mother for leaving me, with myself for not demanding to know who’d given birth to me, but mostly with my primary carers at NPU for not telling me the truth.