PART ONE

The Last Year of the Old World

AUTUMN 2065

Oh, for a great mansion of ten thousand rooms

Where all the poor on earth could find welcome shelter

Steady through every storm, secure as a mountain!

Ah, were such a building to spring up before me,

I would freeze to death in my wrecked hut well content.

—Tu Fu, ‘My Thatched Hut is Wrecked by

the Autumn Wind’, 8th Century AD