Year 201? The last billionaire has already retreated to his mountain sanctuary with his family and friends, 27 scared and grateful refugees all fled from the global madness that created his vast fortune, the septic, trashed-out ocean, coal-fired, jet-exhausted atmosphere, pesticide-tainted food crops preserved in chemical additives, wildlifeless tree-farm forests, drought withered wildfire plains, flash-flooded river valleys, tornado-smashed towns and villages, multiple extincted species, all of which they have survived through faith and hard work, watering their terraced garden from the last underground reservoir, daydreaming a World regenerated by the next great wilderness they know will grow and flourish, partly from their practice of horticultural science, while they search confidently for people like themselves, saviors of civilization and life on Earth -- except in nighmarish sleep when beckoning phantoms call them beyond.

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