Nomad Dance part 1/3 in the desert of Dream Land

Somewhere on earth 2520
World has changed dramatically…
The pollution of the environment, despite the efforts of mankind, has destroyed everything.
Natural beauty of the planet has been eliminated.
There is no trace of green, drinking water and food. There are no countries or states, and the largest population of the earth has disappeared. Society has been reduced to small units worldwide. Those units consist of three categories of people.
The Elite, the Nomads and the citizens.
Elite live in the Cities, which are framed by glass cabins with their own self-contained microclimate. A privilege of few and wealthy families. Those Cities have clean atmosphere, green oases, waterfalls, plenty of water, clean food and a high standard of living.
Outside those, that hosts the largest percentage of the humanity that has survived,
the desert, acid rain and epidemics make the struggle for survival harder.
The citizens receive water and food with coupons, while the most privileged Nomads, ho working in the unique global business Dream Land, can buy some extra stuff.
Dream Land protects and preserves the elite's perfect life and is located perimeter outside of each City, reaching upwards thus concealing the beauty of City from the outside.
Nomads, live in cement ground houses circularly from the business, at blocks and from the grade of their work depending the number of the block. As numbers growing, misery, sicknesses hardship and suffering are increasing. To stand out from ordinary citizens they are forced to wear masks, concealing their characteristics and holding anonymity.

Because of the increased disturbances, society has created a hybrid creature, inspired by Greek mythology to control humanity.
The Centaurs.

Artist:Michael Milano

Their morphology is unique. Half man half horse, large-sized, with swirling horns on the head, body stiff, bloodthirsty, ruthless who are not afraid to use their sickles. They are brain connected with Dream Land and if they don’t obey an electric current penetrates their heart for compliance.

Achilles, a Nomad from the block G32 who had lost his family to an epidemic wave, he had survived from a miracle. Orphan of his sixteen, the Dream Land put him in the position of his father, something usual to this societies. As a gardener, he was taking care of the budding trees that were being transported later in the City.
A less important position, which providing him a safe roof in block 3, clean water and food.
He was also extremely lucky because he could enjoy the trees and their pure oxygen inside the greenhouse that was located near to the City. Achilles loved to dance…

So, at every opportunity when he was alone, he took his mask of, put music and danced.

The sound of the alarm penetrated his ears and opened his eyes. He watched the cracked ceiling and before he got lost in his thoughts, he stood up. Dressed in his wretched clothes
went out on the dull road. It was morning but never had seen sun. Confirmed that the siren of the acid rain was silent he began to walk on the gray paths for his work.
Nomads with bowed head, were walking next to him, like there was no yesterday, today, tomorrow.
A good-tuned working clock without desires, hopes and dreams.
Lifted his head to look at the bright glass City that was shimmering behind the facilities of Dream Land.
A Centaur pushed him with the back of his sickle to move forward.
He had reached the gate and delayed the entrance.

He wanted to get out of the costume of indifference….

Artist:Tomaz Alen Kopera

To be continued....

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