Jakarta. Thursday, April 15, 2320. 3:15 PM, Local TimeFilip and Noya manage to make their way into the crowd, entering a busy street. The towering buildings on either side are all but invisible in the thick smog the city in encased in each day. No one seems to care; thousands of people making their way around the wide avenue in different directions, all wearing face masks to filter the air they breathe; an overwhelming congestion of colorful lights and holograms, all busy promoting the hundreds of struggling business, their light refracted in the thick fog, creating an eerie atmosphere; hundreds of drones and cars rushing about in all directions.
Noya, walking alongside Filip, can’t help but think out loud. “You wouldn’t think the world is ending… So much ignorance… It’s like everything w
