​     Damn, we're back in the Arctic, Trevor thought. 

     In Naturia, in other words, or Technolica, as it was called now.

     It stretched out for hundreds of miles in every direction below them. 

​     Trevor had been there the year before. 

     Then, it had been a continent made up of a single entity, Mother Naturia.

​     Now, something new had been integrated.

     Now, Trevor saw, not only green vegetation everywhere, but metal and wire and circuitry. Chunks of discarded TVs, stoves, computers, cars, dotted the landscape. Trevor also saw plenty of cameras and plenty of images of a pontificating Technolica on plenty of screens. 

     And people. The citizens of Naturia/Technolica had returned as well. Anyone in the world could live in Technolica for free, have a warm place to sleep and all the nutritious food they wanted to eat, if only they gave up any hope of personal liberty.

     The cloud that was Silveria, however, drifted over to a part of Technolica where no people dwelled at all. 

​     It looked like a business district. 

     Trevor saw no green or vegetation anywhere in this district, but instead a series of buildings and warehouses that looked made of circuitry and smashed machinery.

     And, even as Trevor got his first, comprehensive look at this district, the buildings and warehouses blended.

     They blended to become Technolica. 

     A Technolica that grew.

     Grew. Grew.

     Silveria rose from the floor of Trevor's cube-cage to stand next to him.

     "Damn, how big is he going to get?" Trevor asked. 

     "Usually around ten stories. He's going for it today, though." 

     Technolica stopped growing at five hundred feet. 

     His prick looked like a skyscraper that jutted from his waist. 

     Silveria turned to Trevor. 

     "That's getting me hot," she said. "Want to try a little something?"

CONTINUE