It all began in the middle of the 21st century, when people realised that they would need to find a new place to live; and fast. Sea levels started to rise and everywhere seemed to be getting a whole lot wetter. People started think they should live in houses that were meant to be surrounded by water, and so the move to the ocean floor began.  It seemed Nature had enough of seeing humans make bad choices and decided to give them no choice at all. Humans put all they had into the move to the sea, but the heat on land meant we had no other options.

It’s hard to believe that a house this crap could be this expensive, but it beats living on a cruise liner that is so overcrowded that seven people share a cabin built for two.  I used to live on Manhattan, but it had to be evacuated after the big storm hit. The people who lived on Manhattan were lucky I suppose, New York had enough money to build them new homes under the sea, although the rest of the state had worse luck a few years later. It didn’t take long either, most people only had to spend two years on the boat. Life on land was so much better than what we have now.

The biggest change is that there is no sun now. We live on the ocean floor, so we get no natural light down here. Street lights run 24/7, it’s permanent night down here. That would be good for vampires I suppose, but it’s not for me. Other people don’t seem to like it much either, people are definitely more depressed and less friendly at the bottom of the sea. No natural light, no fresh either; this life we lead seems deeply unnatural. As I walk the gangways of our ocean city I can’t escape the feeling that this shouldn’t be.            

This drab future to which we have consigned ourselves seems far removed from the life above that I once knew. I think now that we all regret the choices that we made, it would’ve been nice if we had more time, but that was something we couldn’t control. The future now is to try and find a way to live on land again, but we never should have needed to leave.