My mild colour gives me my sleep, and my bed does not agree to stop her clocks before I am fully conscious and able. The AI that controls my home has already started to produce a morning baby, opened the windows covered with solar panels in the morning sun to illuminate my home, and filled my apartment with a reinforced and filtered bird liver.

I see trams flagged out of the fifth floor window on the ground. The world seems seismic. The dark wooden walls of the nearest neighbour house surrounded the sun around 100 metres away. The light of the shallow sun fills the surrounding corners and illuminates the green roofs and solar panels of lower houses in spring.

The Askella stairs to the ground floor where I meet my friend. Four-day working weeks are new normal, so there is no urgency on Wednesdays. We have decided to attend and contribute to the restoration of the Royal Region. The restoration of the Royal District is a cross-municipal future project that creates a kind of historic pilgrimage from the royal road. Efforts are being made to restore the historical and natural sites and values of the region, but, as part of a direct democracy, there is an ever greater opportunity for ordinary people to influence the development of the region through their aspirations and perspectives. Algorithms and hundreds of workers bring municipal affairs to the attention of people, and locals act as specialists in their regions.

We will stick with my friend through the flower of trees towards a tram stop because, although public transport is hardly ever to wait for more than 10 minutes, we don’t want to delay the road away from a hard ride sporadic. We won’t worry and some of the neighbours of the nearby Tutu region raise their jaws courteously when we enter. Public transport has been free of charge for many years. Tram is bypassing a few shallow houses in our neighbourhood, before and soon under the eating blood of our nearby forest. The vibration caused by rail traffic was controlled by electromagnetic buoyancy, allowing the rails to be placed under the forest floor in the tunnel without disturbing the surrounding natural environment. As soon as the wild zone was fully dedicated to nature, it started to improve at a surprise pace.
The Green Routes have received increased attention in large provincial plans, and motorways and settlements have been forced to move away from forests that cross the landscape, like the network. Adventitious cereal fields and a large number of grasslands have been preserved as part of the historical landscape and biodiversity, but the lion’s share of food is now produced by bacterial cultures in large centres further away from settlement.
The tram diving silently from one tunnel to the other of the forest zone, and we will soon emerge. With our hologramm, we invite both city bicycles to be located while we start walking through the living area towards the venue of the National Assembly, and will soon see them as a luxury against us.

When we whipped some of the afforested plots of parks, we cross a small local, life-threatening and restored stream where a young pair on another shore is on a picnic. When fishing against the bridge’s handrail, an older neck that is hardly even perceptible when we skipped him. Far from the school’s clock, pupils have not yet been released more than two days a week, although Wednesday is always dedicated to personal well-being.
Inside the Hengitä, spring and smell to my friend.