From 47cce053fa8840dc5b487043366c28e54f8e9954 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: hamishcampbell Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2025 10:27:25 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] Update Story - Oxford: Going with The Flow --- Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md | 4 +--- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md b/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md index 1f41e70..6176df1 100644 --- a/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md +++ b/Story - Oxford%3A Going with The Flow.-.md @@ -10,8 +10,6 @@ Themes: Climate migration, class war, migrant displacement, urban decay and adap A post #climatechaos utopia/dystopia history of a small English town. -River flooding the new builds on the flood plans, pushing the displace middle class population into the centre of town to higher ground. This fleeing "native" population is replaced by waves of refuges fleeing southern #climatechaos who have no space but to take over these water logged and decaying abandoned living space on the flood plans. As these "western refugees" overflow in to the higher land in the centre. With this creating over crowding The old collage walls are rebuilt to play there old role with the resulting town gown rioting. This is amplified by the rising crime, just to survive, on the periphery. This is history of the next 20-50, years in small English town, Oxford. - ## Timeline: THE RISING @@ -119,7 +117,7 @@ That was the one thing keeping the chaos at bay: #OMN-LocalNode-OX3, the scrappy She checked her battered e-ink reader, still half-charged from last week's sun. A new post had just dropped on the Nest from one of the Reading crews: -“Silt Line Rising: Don’t trust the Western Railway embankments - three breaks reported overnight. Heading your way. Store dry food on level three or higher. Filtration tabs being dropped by drone from #OMN-Pool. Signal weak, boost if you can. --Love and rage.” +“Silt Line Rising: Don’t trust the Southern Railway embankments - three breaks reported overnight. Heading your way. Store dry food on level three or higher. Filtration tabs being dropped by drone from #OMN-Pool. Signal weak, boost if you can. --Love and rage.” Leila swore quietly and stood up. “Level three,” she muttered, glancing at their floor-to-ceiling waterline mark, a rainbow of old flood stains, each labelled with date and damage. The highest one, scrawled in red marker, read: “Week 3, Base collapse, Saffy broke leg, water to hip.”