Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

FLOWER DECORATION AND THEIR TRANSPORT NETWORKBlomsterfor, 29-VI

This megalopolis is now the biggest in population among the states around the Rhine and, apart from its exceptional technical and spiritual culture, it is also famous for its love for flowers. I saw cascades of flowers everywhere: on the facades of palaces, on the streets, in central squares. Gladiolas, carnations, purple lilacs, geraniums in a number of wonderful—new to me—hues as well as climbing roses and periwinkles that covered the walls. In the arcades, which serve to protect them from the rain, you feel like you’re in a museum; the ceilings of those dreamy arcades are decorated with their favourite pastel colours and gilt frames. It seems that in other states of Central Europe with a population of twenty to thirty million, they are also accustomed to similar artistic decorations in the arcades. This seven-lane avenue is called Von Gottes Gnaden and I don’t know if it's the only boulevard of Blomsterfor. Maybe Stefan sent me here deliberately to amaze me. If that’s the case, he has succeeded!

In the evening, I spoke to Stefan about these incredibly expensive roads they have in their gigantic states and asked him how on earth they can afford such reckless overspending. He laughed and told me that they hadn’t cost anything and that thousands of young artists-Cives had offered to build them, or connect their name with the decoration of the arcades of their homeland. That reminded me of the case of Lain, who carries on with his educational and pedagogical work solely out of emotional and intellectual inclination and moral satisfaction.

Stefan told me about the current redistribution of human effort and talent, a programme that has been implemented by the new economy and technical advancement and seeks to address the boredom that would plague a great number of the prematurely demobilised workers, if they have not found new objectives after their twenties, a new purpose or a noble mission in their lives.

He then explained the procedure of decorating the city to me: first, the office partners estimate the number of designers and decorators that will be needed for a two- to five-year period. Then they send the names of those who have offered to help to the leading contemporary specialists Lorffes

of the Valley. After that, the Lorffes, with the assistance of worthy delegates—all great artists—compile the list of candidates and then the permanent residents of the area where the artistic intervention is going to take place vote effortlessly online, and the electronic vote-counters in the municipal facilities announce the shortlist.

Another thing that struck me in Blomsterfor is the fact that this huge state, with its linsen-filled sky, did not hesitate to also build a terrestrial transport network with central ground stations in its major districts-cities, which enabled access to greater Europe and the rest of the world, as well as those huge terraces, bases of their civil air transport network. Now only the major ports for the daners

are located several kilometres outside the capital.

So let me paint you the picture: pedestrians and wheeled vehicles dominate the streets while high up above, thousands of flying vehicles circulate and land on the terraces of towering buildings. From there, using high-tech lifts, people descend to street level and continue their journey. All surfaces are, of course, incomparably larger than what we’re used to, as is the incredible number of visitors that perpetually—albeit quietly—go up and down.

Through the central stations of Norstat, on the outskirts of Blomsterfor, pass the large intercity motorways, the Eurasian autostradas leading to Arlenhom, New Trondheim, the Big Bergen, Terringtown, Varsava, Harkovo, Tobolsk and all the way to Siberia and the Pacific coast.

Here I saw for the first time one of their huge ragiozas

parked, because until now I gaped at them on the move, speeding at an incredible rate for their size. With its multiple floors, it looked like a fallen skyscraper from afar.

It’s enough to see just one of these intercity wheeled vehicles with the incredible dimensions, these enormous moving cities with restaurants, spas, lounges, and specially designed car parks—furgos they call them—where they store the small linsens and all sorts of individual flying vehicles for the roughly 500-1000 passengers, to understand why their large universal arteries that link Portugal to the metropolitan states and capitals of the Far East were built so incredibly wide. Blomsterfor, 30-VI