The Towers: Science Fiction

They'd been floating for three days when they saw the towers in the distance, and at first they thought it was salvation. Now and then, they'd sailed between islands and found one of these old structures left form before the great floods, or from during the forming, when Men tried to control how the world was shaping itself. Sometimes there were great stores of food inside, or technology that might still work if it had been sealed against the seawater and if it could accept the transformed power and if it wasn't dependent on the old world-net that had long since died and fragmented into a hundred tiny island nets, only a few of which were still connected by satellites. Every month or two, another satellite would plummet to land in the sea and then there would be old people shaking their heads and new islanders shrugging. The nets were designed for the break apart, these days, and one of their cargoes was data between islands, designed to plug in and update.


Inspiration: The photo above.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I just like the setting and the idea of all these little islands. So this isn't really a story idea as such.