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IT'S BRITAIN,
but not as we know it. Entire cities lie buried beneath moorland. Echoes of lost technology pepper the landscape, and there is evidence of conflict
in abundance.
Democracy has been replaced by a Colourtocracy.
Visual colour dominates society, from the feed-pipes that keep the municipal park green to the healing hues you view to cure illness, to a social hierarchy based upon your limited colour vision. You are what you can see.
Eddie Russett has no ambition to be anything other than a loyal drone of the collective. With his better-than-average red perception he could marry an Oxblood, inherit the Stringworks, maybe even make Prefect.
Life looks colourful. Life looks good.
But then he moves to East Carmine and falls in love with
a Grey named Jane who opens his eyes to the painful
truth behind his seemingly perfect society.
Where have all the spoons gone?
What happened to all the people who never returned from High Saffron?
And why, when you begin to question the world around you, do black and white certainties reduce themselves
to shades of grey?
but not as we know it. Entire cities lie buried beneath moorland. Echoes of lost technology pepper the landscape, and there is evidence of conflict
in abundance.
Democracy has been replaced by a Colourtocracy.
Visual colour dominates society, from the feed-pipes that keep the municipal park green to the healing hues you view to cure illness, to a social hierarchy based upon your limited colour vision. You are what you can see.
Eddie Russett has no ambition to be anything other than a loyal drone of the collective. With his better-than-average red perception he could marry an Oxblood, inherit the Stringworks, maybe even make Prefect.
Life looks colourful. Life looks good.
But then he moves to East Carmine and falls in love with
a Grey named Jane who opens his eyes to the painful
truth behind his seemingly perfect society.
Where have all the spoons gone?
What happened to all the people who never returned from High Saffron?
And why, when you begin to question the world around you, do black and white certainties reduce themselves
to shades of grey?