What’s it all about?

A DRUG FUELLED FUTURISTIC NOIR

The year is 2098. After the collapse of the petro-chemical industry, the planet has been ravaged by economic wars. Landscapes were changed, political borders redefined and the World’s governments sought a new source of revenue to replace those lost in the absence of oil.

They found the answer in the form of synthetic hallucinogenic drugs.

The science was perfected, demand was huge and production was on a global scale. The entire industry was legalized, regulated and heavily taxed. Recreational drug-use was safe, legal and big business! And big businesses need someone to tell you what’s hot and what’s not.

From Los Angeles comes the ultimate entertainment show: Rise.
Hosts Jayson Flayne, Johnnie Been-Good and Crystal Beth test every new drug before it hits the streets.

When they prepare to trial The Dark Labyrinth – an unclassified hallucinogen – the entire world hopes it will bring an end to the drought that has plagued the industry. Could this be what everyone has been waiting for? Or will it be the end of Rise and its legendary star?

Join FLYBOY and friends in a world where not everything is as it seems.

Chapter 1 – The shaping of things to come

 The world has changed. It is not now what it once was. Your world is not mine. Your world is gone and for the most part forgotten. You destroyed your world and we inherited it and rebuilt it

In your world, there was the age of war. The planet had been ravaged by religious and economic conflicts. Cities had been destroyed; millions had been displaced and killed, once mighty nations had crumbled. Your world came close to its end. Political and economic turmoil swept the planet. It seemed endless with only death and destruction in its wake.

No country was exempt; no peoples were untouched and no place was safe. Those were dark days and before the sun could shine again, the world grew darker still. Religious terrorism saw new heights, by reaching new lows. Every target became a soft target. Boundaries became impassable. Global trade became impossible. Neighbours became enemies. The world was divided.

There were those that would do whatever it took to hold on to what they had and there were those who would do whatever they could to take it from them. They would use any means necessary by every means available. Your world continued to destroy itself. Trust was lost – peace was lost – love was lost. There seemed to be no end by which countries would fight for what they wanted and defend what they had.

Nobody agreed on anything, except that democracy was dead and tyranny was rife. It seemed that things could not get any worse, but they did. This was the age of the end of oil. The reserves ran out. The petro-chemical industry caved in upon itself. Industry ground to a halt and panic ensued as the balance of power began to shift.

Dreams of peace were exacerbated by governments craving to control the dwindling, final supplies. The West invaded the East in hope of liberating their reservoirs of black gold. They did so at an exorbitant human cost. One government’s desire to acquire was matched by another’s desire to retain. It was man against man without bounds.

But not everyone fought in these wars. A resistance had been growing. Another way of thinking had been born. Not a new way of thinking, far from it, but new technology was available for the brave and wise. Out the clouds of death that polluted your skies, it was fresh air that was rising from the ashes of the fallen states. In Asia, Europe and Southern Africa, huge expanses of land and seascapes had been cultivated into wind thermo-chemical and solar farms. The oil wars had a plummeting subscription. This was the age of separatism.

Whilst half the world fought, the other half built vast empires. Harnessing the energy produced by nature’s living resources began to be undertaken wholesale. It was the beginning of the age of energy.

The great became the small and the majority watched the minority destroy themselves. From the side-lines they looked on. They must have laughed at how pathetic the old world had become.

When the conflict turned, it was crushed by numbers. China’s population exceeded 4.5 billion and India’s was just over half of that as well. America and the North African states could not challenge such force. They had become inconsequential. What they held dear, was worthless elsewhere.

Over 100 million lives were lost in the opening days of that war. After 64 days, the United States of America conceded defeat and was demilitarized. It was subdivided into four quadrants and each quadrant was then further divided into 16 zones.

The towns and cities that remained standing held on to their names. The 52 states that had been before the war were resigned to the past. The zones that replaced them bore no names of character; instead they were labelled with a sterile series of letters and numbers.

The zones most damaged by the deadly air attacks became land for farming energy. Others housed Continental Regeneration Processing Centres. That was where any remnants of the old country were dismantled and disassembled to become the foundations of the new. Towns sprung up around the work centres and assumed equally sterile names. Most people referred to them by names of fallen cities and states

The massive continent was turned into a network of power stations separated by mega-city zones. Each quadrant was managed by an occupying force who oversaw the rebuilding process. Just as Europe and Japan had rebuilt themselves after World War 1 and 2, America rebuilt itself after number three.

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