Whales drifted past the office block as we all swam for the oxygen refill stations. It hadn't always been this way. When the floods first came we weren't even remotely prepared, drowning in our millions along the lowlands and trampling each other to death to reach the highlands.
It took quite a while to adjust but with the threat of further flooding looming over us (literally in some places) the world turned its efforts into creating safe havens for us under the ever-rising oceans. Every surviving country competed to create the safest, most luxurious deep sea citadel but only a handful have survived so far.
It's globally agreed that floating living areas are the safest option for the time being with continuous work being put into developing sustainable underwater living should the water rise too high for us to thrive upon it.
I used to work in the deep sea sectors alongside the remainder of Britain. As the saying goes - if it's not A cold, it's THE cold. Frostbite was an unfortunate occupational hazard in the more northerly areas and especially so as our base was joint with what was left of Scandinavia. No amount of thermal gear will stop the icy waters from taking you piece by piece.
Just last night my last toe went, it took its sweet time doing so. I hadn't felt the damn thing for weeks and then I wake up, roll out of bed and it rolls out with me or rather without me. It makes walking harder but doesn't affect swimming much, thankfully. If you can't swim then your job options are limited to food prep and surface scrubbing.
It wouldn't be so bad honestly but for the bodies that we keep finding. This water-based life has changed things for sure but those bodies are the biggest change yet. Literally. We've all been losing our hair but they've been gaining so much more. some are almost perfectly adapted to a 100% submerged life and yet something is killing them before they can last past a few days at most. We know, we've had them all tagged.
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