The world tilted on the edge of self destruction. Walls were built to hold it back. The eyes watched and never blinked.
With wars, waste and carelessness, the world had almost toren itself apart.
Something had to be done or there wouldn't have been a world left to ruin. Travel, luxury, electricity, oil had all morphed into human rights. But that couldn't last.
Politicians thought they had the answer; walls were built, rules were put in place.
Things had to change. Mentalities had to change.
And they did. The most amazing things about humans is their adaptability. And their hope which persists until things are too late.
Twenty years later the walls were still up, thousands of camera eyes watched and no one had left their cities for years. The citizens survived on a diet of propaganda and poverty. In huge government buildings the politicians lived in luxury, ideals corrupted by years of confinement, the social system held in place by habit.
Gradually the opposition faded away to almost nothing, because food will always come first and politics second.
But death, love and loyalty can bring back hope. And anger.
And in the heart of the city is a small group of people who still believe that things can change.