The tubular architecture and the Volcano are reflected on the window under the rain and in that continuous fog. Some grass surrounded with frozen buildings or red towers covered in mist, dull factories, abandoned airports, grey silos and rusty furnaces are illuminated by an artificial sun.
Endless neon signs, hospital blocks, highway bridges in multiple layers, cloned pine trees, communication antennas and almost extinct species of animals struggling to survive among them. White gloves in dark cabs, balconies with dimmed lights, the sound of wheels on wet asphalt, green shadows on glass elevators, digital toy-like noises of ticket machines, hissing of sliding doors, smell of boiling shrimp from basement hatches, trashed newspapers and small colorless screens watched by nobody.
A rare architect plans a borderless Floating City on the ocean and promises the denial of the State and Territory. High-rise condominiums, bamboo gardens and swimming pools in the shadow of palm trees in tropical weather and yellow dust. Private cement cabins for rent at a bargain price are available too.
Soon, The Building’s residents citing squalid and cramped conditions, as well as concerns over asbestos, vote for the demolishing of the City and change it to a new Hyper-Tower. The Living Capsules are unplugged to be replaced by updated 3D Printed Units. Amusements parks are built, eucalyptus trees are cut and sent to the cosmetic industries for joyful masses.
Racing tracks for Sprint Riders, Velodromes and Circulating Restaurants are full of people celebrating the new constructions. It’s a Chain Reaction, the society moves, driving ships’ propellers and turning the turbines of electrical generators. It’s a well known Cycle.
— Emre Hüner