In my Futureworld, we are not over populated but under. The increasing warming planet, chemical pollutants, toxic waste and humanities increasing poisonous behavior caused the forces of Nature to rebel violently. Nature became hell-bent on destroying the disease within it, mankind, at any cost. With the increase in hurricanes, earthquakes and tsunamis and virulent stains of diseases as well as a multitude of more common disasters has reduced humanity numbers to just a mere remnant in just a few years, leaving us at the brink of extinction.

In this Futureworld, the technology rich hoards their knowledge under a crystal dome called New Phoenix that protects them from the harsh conditions of a planet gone mad. They continue their advancements in the sciences and technology, extending their lives, while still trying to take advantage of the underprivileged (those they considered without merit) that live separated from them in abandon cities.
 The underprivileged, called the Urbanites, have survived the harsh conditions of a recovering planet trying to reshape itself by evolving in two ways. While the earth became filled with unknown dangers, unusual wild life and plants, the Urbanites adapted to their environment by becoming not just merely hunters and gathers. They changed both physically and spiritually. They learned, turning away from what was once known, to the only thing that can truly sustain them in this time, Nature.
  Those with technology hoard what they have trying to recreate what was lost, while Urbanites seek new means of surviving in a savage landscape, relearning what we so foolishly abandon hundred of thousand of years ago. Will mankind survive and if so which why is best? How will this remnant of humanity cope in reshaping this new world?
These are the bases of my stories. In them you will see how ordinary people struggle in a world deprived of many of life’s material things and how they seek to find what is truly important.
-A female scientist is force to recreate man, only to find a lost lover.
-A private Detective with a heart of gold but absent of the organ seeks love.
 -A Female Heavyweight boxer determined to find her best friend's killer with the aid of a drug addicted cop loses the one thing she thought she knew.
These are just a few in this genre.
 My hope is that these have enticed you to return to this site to view my creations of a world not over populated, but under. 

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Slayer Gomez is dreaming, dreaming of fire and smoke and death. Dreaming that he is outside in the hot sun watching as big clouds of black billowy smoke like great waves in a sea, floats up into the morning sky. The red bandanna around his face helped some with the stench of burning flesh assaulting his nostrils while his stomach rumble from lack of food. He is staving, not having ate in days, but the stink of human remains quenches his appetite for now.

Slayer sits behind the wheel of a dump truck, driving it backwards toward an open pit of flames and smoke. He knows what he will see there, it’s what he always seen, so he doesn’t look back as he releases the mechanism that will tip the bed of his truck. Slayer looks in the rear view long enough to watch another load of corpses being dumped into the raging flames, like piles of sticks, as it crackles and spits.

 The flames licks up at him like a hungry tiger eager to eat more, its roar not yet tamed after hundred of trips to its opening. Slayer watches as it consume the last of the bodies before putting the truck in drive. He wipes at his face with a towel on this hot December day, its over ninety degrees, as large beads of sweat roll down his back in the hot bed of the truck making the wife-beater stick to his dark skin. The sound of a large truck rolling down the street rumbles the ground under him, but again Slayer doesn’t look up from his work knowing the truck held only more bodies, more of the dead to be burned. The Lucky ones. Instead he scoops up another load from the many loads before him to feed the hungry open pit.