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

On the way I met a well-formed young woman with blonde plaits, who was heading to the mountain on her own. I stopped and looked at her. Although she realised that I had noticed her, she didn’t lower her gaze. Neither did she make eyes at me, of course. She didn’t have the slightest intention to provoke and that was reflected in her expression. It was characterised by a child’s innocence without any passing hint of coquetry whatsoever. It revealed confidence in front of the stranger she had just encountered that she had no reason to keep at a “distance”. But she did not give me the slightest perceptible encouragement. She was probably wondering why I had stopped and if I needed something, her glance was an unpretentious, friendly one that exuded an air of equality.

I knew that if I asked her something, let’s say for directions, she would answer me with much courtesy and dignity and with the necessary, here, “tank” (thanks)

at the end of each phrase. And that if I tried to walk side by side with her she would not get suspicious of my intentions, nor would she start having any similar psychological reactions. She would find it polite, friendly and guileless, as if we were old friends. And if later I met and kept company with her friends, they would also treat me in the same way: like an old and regular member of their group.

I hadn’t forgotten though, that Silvia would be expecting me shortly, so I didn’t talk to her at all. I put an end to our encounter by nodding goodbye, as is now customary in such circumstances—that is, between an unknown young “citizen” and an older man who has no reason to talk to her.

At the entrance of the green meadow that leads to nearest motorway, there’s a marble sculpture of Mary-Lea Volky, one of the most famous ones of the old Tyrol, work of their 12th-century sculptor Ottermanden. The statue lends its name to the sylvan road that lies ahead. The Bilvej motorway runs outside Youthsmile and the artificial valley. No motorways of theirs run through the states or cities. That’s why they have built smaller, ring roads to connect the two.

The first impression that a foreigner has of Mary-Lea is that she is somehow a “saint of Christianity”, proclaimed by the spiritual leaders of the Valley of the Roses, at a time when the Christian Church had stopped proclaiming saints for centuries. At least that’s what I felt while sitting at her feet. Regardless of the historical reality, one could easily characterise Mary-Lea as a kind of “Christian spiritual figure”, and that because of the “inner relationship” between the preaching of the Nojere and our own ancient religion, which is considered today a universal tradition.

I’m taking one last look at the sculptural masterpiece by Ottermanden. The smile of Mary-Lea slightly resembles the enigmatic smile of our Mona Lisa, and somehow manages to bring an indescribable happiness to your heart. It is a symbol of regeneration and hope: after the fall of faith and beauty, the worship of incoherence, the disregard for moral principles and the absence of ideals in life, the defeat of humanism, the political anarchy and the terror of a nuclear disaster that permeated life eventually proved powerless and transient. It is the living testimony that the new Middle Ages that elapsed were also transient, since the Great Reality erased that shameful past and turned a new leaf in human history, by defeating all evil and righting all wrongs.

I’m just sitting here, staring at the sculpture. The sight of her is so soothing and so comforting; it gives me a deep, internal, aesthetic satisfaction. I rejoice to see that the spring of Youth and Life are still present here, unmoved and unaltered, after thousands of years. It’s nice to see that, in reality, nothing has ever been lost; it’s all here, stronger than ever!

THE “WALK OF VIKINGS”

Dareja, the centre of automation and Eliki12-VII

The huge motorway that connects New Christiania with Ejastrem passes across the wide plain with the enormous crystal-fenced quays built for the daners and the thousands of other travel facilities of the Biltur partners that stretch up to the Alps, provides scenic views of the glaciers, which were the product of obsolete technology from many centuries ago that had managed to control the climate of the mountain ranges in order to enrich the Silea, an artificial river that flows just behind them.

It’s called “The Walk of the Vikings” and, according to Stefan, it’s the largest motorway in southern Europe. It was first paved a very long time ago, around the time when the Silea was created.