I’m standing in a garden on a kind of a raised dais looking out over the street. Or, I say street but it’s more like a long stretched park of meticulously planted greenery, slate rimmed ponds, and plenty of fountains. Both sides of the park come pedestrian boulevard are lined with futuristic looking office blocks, with facades of brushed aluminum and glass. It’s like something out of a sci-fi movie; an off world paradise for the rich full of luxury and high-tech gadgets, with the rest of humanity stuck on the burnt out wasteland that the earth has become. However, there is non of that sci-fi splendor, or superior attitude of the people about this place. No one else seems to pay the least bit attention to the surroundings. No, here it is business as usual, just another mundane day on the technology park. However, with my jeans and worn canvas jacket I feel the contrast between me and the suits all around me; like I’m from that scorched desert, visiting the man made paradise for the first time.