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Belnes was the first and oldest urban conglomerate of the long series that had been built starting from the coast, accompanied by the districts of Kneebles and kneboons, both twins, followed by Ventsfos and Gramdeesle, to the south of which there were larger and more important cities, such as Pagvant 'kabe and Feedotkall. Only much further south was Atlanta.
In the precise moment in which one exited the train, the sense of smell was attacked by an unbearable stench of dirty clothes left for too long in the washing machine. There was also a lot of humidity that came directly from the nearby ocean.
Places like this were destined for society’s rejects, those who were deemed most morally decadent. It was one of the sites selected by the Government to which individuals with the lowest morality index could be transferred so that, verbatim, they stay together with their fellow men and do not compromise the efficiency of the most productive and disciplined cities. The DB (especially politicians) called these areas worldly neighborhoods, places where every degradation and impure act went unpunished, every prospect of improvement was a mirage, especially considering the funds destined for welfare which had gradually dwindled over time.

This - the Government stated - was solely for their good: there they could find jobs suited to their abilities, avoiding the unpleasant circumstance of being assigned to more responsible tasks, too complex for them on the one hand and with the risk of creating disasters for others people on the other.
Belnes in particular was a place known for the homonymous parcel sorting center, the largest in the whole nation: there the freight ships docked and the goods distributed throughout the continent. It was a fundamental logistical infrastructure, not only for private individuals waiting for the courier at home, but also for industries that exchanged materials. It had 8 cargo piers for medium-sized ships and 2 larger ones, various cranes, a mini railway network for moving goods, obviously the customs and a series of werehouses (warehouse depots) indicated with the letters A,B,C and D According to last year’s censuses, the traffic of goods averaged 110,000 tons a week and the economic importance estimated at 40 billion crowns a year. Of course, similar places never slept, so it was to be expected that even in the middle of the night, as at that moment, there was a diligent activity.

He had to slaom to avoid the smell of moldy clothes, dabbing his nose and mouth with his new overalls: this one had a black base color, but some details were still blue. His rifle had been downgraded to an 11-millimeter pistol, but in return he had a backpack full of technological equipment that he would need when the time comes.
He also fantasized about the origin of those vomiting effluvia. They were the most representative trace of such uncivilized individuals, with a head full of sexual devilry, drugs, satanic games and who knows what else. Of these ‘citizens’ (if that word can be used) only a small percentage were workers at the port or at the sorting centre, the remainder were marooned there and had not heard from the state since.
These lived in complete poverty, so much so that they could not afford clean clothes or laundry. A slice of bread with cream cheese was considered a luxury meal, to the point that they were willing to stain themselves with any wickedness just to savor it. They got by by stuffing almost anything that tasted bearable into their stomachs, not even the classic rat kebabs were an option, because all over the world flora and fauna were dying.

More than fashionable neighborhoods, Dylan would have called them garbage neighborhoods.
At every corner or corner there was an overflowing amount of rubbish (just to give an example, at its ends there were two alleys whose end could not be seen because a high pile of black bags blocked the view) and on the ground there it was every kind of object imaginable. Newspapers and other sheets, cardboard boxes, food containers, vacuum-packed jars, shards of glass and mixed in between, as if they were the most normal thing in the world, heroin syringes.
However, he didn’t see any condoms. Not that he ever saw one, but on the one hand it gave him hope that even there he was progressing morally.
But who was he kidding? The reason was most likely that life had become so painful and sad that they didn’t even have the strength to do certain things. In a world where everything was designed to perfection and every moment calculated, who would ever find the time to reproduce? Even more so there, where the very act of surviving was an arduous effort.
Dylan came out onto the main street, a wide cobbled avenue. The new lighting systems produced by the DB were composed of thin iron rods as thick as a bamboo cane, at the top of which there was an alchemical crystal that gave off an intense and concentrated light reminiscent of magnesium flashes.
Something fell on Dylan’s overalls, something light and soft. He looked at himself that she was already gone. Then he turned his gaze to the lamppost, which when looked at directly was particularly blinding. He was snowing.
Blown by the wind, many tiny snowflakes appeared everywhere, which soon reached the buildings and the rest of the street. Dylan found himself shivering as a gust of ice entered his suit. And yet – he said to himself – September had just begun
He followed the course of the road which was curving and heading towards an open space.

The main square of Belnes, nicknamed ‘Daijchean’ in honor of the famous legislator, was once full of vivid colours, with children’s slides, swings and carousels. Of all this, nothing remained. For completely unknown reasons the vegetation had died and nothing would grow back no matter what. The fountain in the center was no more than a cold stone monument, from which no more water had flown for years. Only the rotten wooden benches remained, but no one ever sat down because of the cold temperatures.
That was the biggest mystery Dylan found himself facing from the very moment he found himself lost in the vicinity of Nordent: Had the world always been such a cold and inhospitable place? Did there ever exist, somewhere in the past, a time when plants grew luxuriantly and spontaneously? Was there ever a season when the sun’s rays touched the ground, radiating the landscape with gold? Since he was raider and then reconnaissance he hadn’t seen a single animal. He knew of the existence of cats and dogs, even rodents, small and large birds, both insectivores and birds of prey. But he had never seen any of them.
Sure - he answered himself - these were things devoid of any purpose, even stupid he would dare to say, but for some bizarre reason he was adamant that such creatures were there, just hidden somewhere. But they weren’t there.
In their place were those withered branches that once made up a flowerbed, made of filthy and sharp wood, now dead. There was the hard and cold stone, full of cracks from the waterless fountain. Almost everywhere there was fog, half of it due to humidity, for the other to smog.
The world, for some reason, was very different from what he expected.
In the square there were a dozen lighting rods, in the middle of which, next to the fountain, there was a large sign. He indicated that the port and industrial districts were right in that direction. Dylan was on the right track.

At the top of the sheds rose very high flames. They were produced by burning exhaust gases, while chimneys, chimneys and towers produced very high columns of smoke, which merged with the clouds. Already at eye level there was smoke so thick as to reduce the view to a few metres. Foundries cast molten iron into ingots while some other factories did the same thing with glass. The reddish color of the incandescent materials was clearly distinguishable in the fog, in which the signal flashes, the lighthouse of the port, of the vehicles could also be glimpsed, while the DB lighting rods produced a soft bluish beam distributed below.

Nothing could be seen clearly because the fog, whether due to humidity or smoke, blurred the vision in that freezing theater of steel, fire and smog.
In terms of sound, things were no better: You could hear at regular intervals banging steel, a dull bellow of electrical equipment, shards that shattered, the hiss of chains, the noise of machinery, cranes, jackhammers and all the industrial obscenities that it was possible to produce.
Yet in all of it workers were alive and well, for example maneuvering beams with a crane or pushing a trolley loaded with ore. Others more handsome ran in the direction of a factory.
All caught up in a frenetic nocturnal activity, aimed at giving maximum efficiency and productivity: losing your job, especially in contexts like that, was all too easy and for white-collar workers there was only the embarrassment of choice on replacements . This was more than enough to push himself to the human limit in order not to lose his job and with it his income.