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Writer's pictureSean Goh

5023 #2 - Around The Hive.

In the year 5023, the skyline of Queens was no longer visible from the ground. The city had transformed into a towering hive, a vertical labyrinth stretching towards the heavens, where each level represented a stark contrast in fortune and fate. Ground 1, the foundation of this colossal structure, was a distant memory, buried under the weight of progress and ambition.


Ground 1
Ground 1

As I, Joseph Quinton-Brown, walked through the narrow, bustling corridors of Ground 58, I couldn't help but feel dwarfed by the enormity of what my ancestors had built. The hive of Queens was a marvel of human engineering and a testament to the Quinton legacy, but it was also a prison of their making. The higher one lived, the closer they were to the sun, the fresh air, and the semblance of freedom. Those on the lower levels languished in perpetual twilight, the sun a myth told in hushed tones amidst the artificial daylight to ensure those laborers received enough Vitamin D to power through.


Each ground in the hive was a city unto itself, with buildings towering 50 stories or more, crammed so closely together that they blotted out the sky. The architecture was a chaotic blend of styles, each ground reflecting the era in which it was built. The older levels, like Ground 58, bore the art deco influence of the early 3000s, while the higher levels were sleek, glass-paneled monoliths, glowing with neon and holographic advertisements.


Ground 58. I live above one of these shops.
Ground 58. I live above one of these shops.

The streets of Ground 58 were a maze of narrow alleyways, lined with ramshackle buildings and neon signs in a dozen languages. Vendors hawked their wares, from exotic foods to black-market tech, while the air buzzed with the sound of drones and the distant hum of the upper levels. It was a place of survival, where the only law was that of the jungle. I live above one of those stores. Not exactly above but about 12 stories up where I'm cramped in a narrow elevator shaft each day to get in and out of our unit. Maybe I should do something about the rampant crime rates throughout 58.



In this hive, the rich lived above, in their ivory towers, oblivious to the struggles of those below. They floated through their lives in luxury, their every need catered to by an army of automatons and servitors. Their world was one of opulence and excess, a stark contrast to the squalor of the lower levels. I've been there a couple times on visits to my relatives homes and they always had a huge feast at home and lived off the taxes from the citizens throughout the hive. It's just ironic my family doesn't get much of that. But on the bright side, we are scheduled to move up to ground 115 soon! Wonder what that'll be like.


But even in this darkness, there was life. The people of Ground 58 were resilient, their spirits unbroken despite the oppression of their existence. They had their own culture, a vibrant tapestry woven from the many threads of those who had been left behind. Music filled the air, a fusion of old and new, while graffiti artists turned the walls of their prison into canvases of rebellion and hope.


As I navigated through this chaotic tapestry, my mind was abuzz with plans and dreams. I knew I couldn't remain here, trapped in the shadow of my family's ambition. I had to rise, to break free from the confines of this ground and forge my own path. But to do that, I needed allies, resources, and most of all, a plan that could take me from the depths to the stars above. I know I can do something significant for the people. I just know it.


The hive was a world of endless possibilities, and I, Joseph Quinton-Brown, was determined to make it my own. But first, I needed to understand it, to learn its secrets and its weaknesses. And for that, I needed to delve deeper into its heart, to the places where even the bravest feared to tread.


My journey was just beginning, and the hive was waiting.


Episode 3 out next Sunday!

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