It had taken five long years but the town of Sciville had finally opened its gates to the outside world, and as students of architecture we were more than eager to visit.
With its beautifully landscaped lush green lawns and space-age looking living spaces, it was as if the town had teleported itself into the future. Talk about extreme reinvention. Gone were the quaint cottages and the cheerful town square, in its stead stood perfect marvels of the fusion of art and technology.
“Is life pretty much back to normal?” we asked our gentle guide.
“Sort of,” she replied, “although we still have to spend at least 12 to 14 hours of each day indoors to purge ourselves of the toxins.”
The next question was awkward, but it was too obvious not to be asked. “Where are all the younger people? How come we can see only older people around?”
Her eyes took on a glazed look and I knew we had touched a raw nerve.
“We are the young people,” she said, “Didn’t you realise. This is what the bio-leak did. It aged everyone by decades. We are the young people. The elders didn’t make it.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction based on photo contributed by Sacha Darlington