Organic Fiction

There was a buzz of curiosity in the air, a hum of excitement. Under the once-monolithic highway interchanges of Austin, now repurposed into lush, vertical farmlands and bustling marketplaces, a team of urban archaeologists were exploring, uncovering, and cataloging the remnants of a bygone era.

Where there once had been only concrete and the dull drone of traffic, now thrived an ecosystem of life and commerce. Market stalls spilled over with fresh produce grown from the vertical gardens enveloping the concrete pillars. People of all ages and walks of life milled around, trading goods, stories, and smiles.

The highway interchanges had been cleverly extended into geodesic domes, like the ones Buckminster Fuller once imagined. But these were more than architectural wonders; they were habitats, teeming with vegetation, draped in emerald green. "Under the Bridge" wasn't a phrase associated with homelessness anymore. It signified life, renewal, and the promise of a thriving community.

As the sun began to dip, casting long shadows across the verdant expanse, a cry echoed across the marketplace. A young archaeologist had unearthed something: a small, one-inch cube, seemingly made of stainless steel. Its surface was worn, but it gleamed brilliantly under the fading sunlight.

She gathered her team and they huddled around the small relic. It was a time capsule, they realized, a piece of the past nestled in the soil of the present. But the QR code on its surface, once the key to its secrets, was defaced beyond recognition. The task before them was clear – they had to find another way to unveil the cube's contents.

And so, as night fell and the marketplace grew quiet, the archaeological team set to work, their minds ablaze with curiosity. Underneath the bridge, under the canopies of green and amidst the hum of quiet conversation, they started their journey of uncovering the past.

As they worked, the highway interchange – once a symbol of the old world, now a beacon of the new – stood silently by, its rich green walls bearing testament to the transformation that had occurred. The world had changed, the world was still changing, and in this thriving urban ecosystem, the echoes of the past mingled with the hopes of the future. The shiny relic, like the garden that surrounded them, was a reminder of how far they had come and the endless possibilities that lay ahead.

W.A.S.T.E.: Words Assisting Sustainable Transformation & Ecology