I had a dream of a far future world, with a green revolution and capitalism consigned to small, backwards enclaves.
But there is still strife. For in this far future, the Fizies and the Axenecas regularly raid each others' territories, stealing and despoiling. The heroine comes from a small group of Modies, who are tolerated by both sides, but have little say in how the world works. And there are rumours of the dangerous Novies, who are said to be growing in number beyond the pale.
For most people, however, this is a qualified Utopia. Apart from the outcasts: those who, for one reason or another, are clanless. They are the saddest group of all. Their ancestors seemingly refused all allegiances, and their children's children are still shunned.
No-one can remember how these divisions began...
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