In 2150 the world population exceeded its limits to cope with fair division of its own resources.
The younger generations had forgotten the struggles and sacrifices the older generations had fought for as they had no experience themselves of what poverty, wars or diseases were.
“I telling you it’s called an ahhpool” came a distant voice from behind me
“A what? dumb ass”
“An apoolll, or thats what that writing said”and he squinted again at the letters.
“Back here on this wall, it’s carved into the stone”.
“Ugh that’s ancient shit, who takes any notice of that. Anyway it’s from before the death generation so look where that got us”.
This is an ongoing story and isn’t finished yet.