Brian stood and waited patiently while we gathered up the kids. They were reluctant to leave the sandbox but Brian's assistant saved the day with small snow-cones. I sipped at my coke while the kids picked their flavors and then, finally, we began to move back into the house. This time however we followed Brian to a new door off the main entrance way. He held the door and we all filed down a spiral stair. Again, even though we were inside, I noted that the light in this stairwell was really quite bright - almost to the level of needing the shades I'd left in the car.
"Watch your hands" Brian said as he stepped into the stairwell behind us. "This is an escalator, though it's powered by us and merely assists our progress. " I had *no* idea what he was talking about... an escalator? I was walking down stairs! Then I noted the walls were moving past faster than we were descending and the speed picked up just a bit. "As we apply downward force from our walking; we power the escalator's motor. I love having a bunch of people on here because it goes that much faster... in fact - we're here." We stepped off and I looked around once more. After only descending about two floors of stairs - we had descended all the way to the retail level - six flights total. I glanced back to see the escalator and noted it was almost stopped. Brian noted my gaze: "When we descend it can use the momentum to recapture electricity and feed it back to the buildings electrical grid. That of course brings it to a stop pretty quickly" Hmph - I thought to myself... slick tech, 'green' too but more convenient than the usual eco-friendly stuff.
We emerged from a hallway and looked down a broad promenade. It was crowded with shops and people but that didn't phase my wife or kids... who seemed to get an even more cheery look as she began to take inventory of all the things on display. Inwardly I groaned, wondering if my wallet would survive the next few minutes.
Brian set off at a brisk pace, leading us towards the center of the promenade. Here too were escalators of the horizontal variety. I'd used these many times when moving through the larger airports. My wife chimed in asking if these too harvested human energy. "Of course!" Brian responded with a smile. "Though, we have a petition from the home-owners to supplement the power for late night walks - there's usually not enough people about to run the moters and they can slow down or even stop without enough traffic. I'm pretty sure the HOA board will comply, there's plenty of electrical surplus that we're feeding back to the city, even late at night. Though, once this place is fully populated, we likely won't have to supplement much to keep them running all night. "
While we had been talking I watched the shops going by with one eye, and the kids with another. We were dropped off in a crossroads and I took a minute to really look around again. We had moved from the usual mall shops to a more 'organic' market. Picking up his queue as our tour guide, Brian spoke up "These are stalls and shops that the home-owners have set up. We have a policy here that the home-owners vote, not just with their dollars but with an online polling system on which shops are allowed to be in the mall. As administrators, we try to keep the mix of available amenities complete but they have the final say on what actual companies are allowed on the premise. This facility has the home-owners reserving just a few percent of the available floor space for owner-owned shops; but again we expect that to grow dramatically as we finish the build-out." My wife stopped at a table of arts & crafts while the kids raced to another one covered in hand-made toys of every description. Smiling older ladies manned both stalls and began to make their pitches. The kids were absolutely delighted with small wood sculptures of the vertical farm. Gathering them up and thanking the proprietors profusely we moved on again.
"We are likely to walk through areas that may not be safe for kids." Brian stopped in front of a big window-wall. Through the wall we saw a large playground of children running and playing on all manner of inflatable structures, big nets and plastic tubes and slides. "If you're OK with leaving them here I'll be happy to waive all the fees. Also, that tablet you are carrying will allow you to check on them whenever you wish, and will notify you immediately if you are required to return. I glance down and a new icon was flashing "Playscapes Unlimited", Curious I touched the icon and it expanded to a live video feed of the window wall and a log-in prompt. It even showed the back of one of my own - pressing her face to the glass. "It won't let you actually view inside the facility until you have your own children inside". I noted that kids faces were also blurred out in the video image; but the adults that circulated among them in bright yellow shirts were not. "Your kids will of course be supervised."
My wife turned to me for the decision. The kids would be much better off here than with us looking at condos; and this way I wouldn't have to always split my attention. Besides - it's hard to turn down free babysitting. "Sure" I nod in agreement.
Squealing in delight the kids rush to the door. Corralled by the smiling staff they are each given bracelets and told not to lose them. "The bracelets identify the munchkins as yours... if you'll sign in on your tablet to take ownership of the RFID's in the bracelets you'll be able to vid them from anywhere in the facility - even and especially if they got out of the playground for any reason."
I put my John Hancock in the box on the screen and immediately a map with dots for each child and a video stream of the playscape popped up showing my kids waiting impatiently at the gate. I tapped the blinking gate and it opened. I glance up just in time to see the kids disappear into the maelstrom of children. I glance back down and note that my boy was already climbing as high as he could get while the girls found tunnels near the bottom. The video screen split and tracked each - automatically switching to different cameras to keep them in line of site. I glance at the wife... I could get used to this!! With a big grin I turn back to Brian... "Where to?" Brian smiles in return at the effect of the tech has had on me and I catch the staff coughing... Yeah yeah... another noob. I don't let it affect my mood as we start off. I hand the tablet to the wife and she spends a few moments assuring herself that the kids are fine.
As we start off again, Brian mentions to my wife that they offer a couple of different packages for blocks of time at the playscapes. Playscapes? Plural? Yup, there are three on site. One with a pool area, this inside one and one up in the central park. They are all part of the on-site school system and are attached to the different classroom clusters. Enrolled kids have automatic amounts of playground time assigned to each, but you can purchase more if you wish. He indicates with a wave of his hand the brightly colored lobby of what looks like a pretty typical elementary school - letters and numbers all over the walls; toys & books in long rows of shelves and more screens than I have at the office. Looking carefully I note again that there is very little paper to be seen. In fact, turning back to the large hallway they were walking down... everyone seemed to be carrying a screen of some size or other; and very few bags or packages.
My wife had noted this as well. "Where are all the things everyone is buying?" Brian's response catches me off guard: "Oh, the droids take care of package transport. " "Droids!?" I exclaim. "Haha, sorry, inside joke here. We have a package transport system that moves goods around. In fact; I can show it to you right here." Brian steps quickly to a small utility door and opens it - leading towards the back hallway of the mall shops. "Most people opt to have the droids deliver their packages to their local drop-boxes; or even into their homes if they desire, though that's restricted to our higher end homes that incorporate a drop station inside the house space. " Coming around a corner Brian open another door. This one has an LED panel that automatically identifies Brian and unlocks as he approaches. Again, missing nothing he sees me eyeing the panel and clarifies: "The locks here are all electronic and RFID enabled. He holds out his hand and shows me a plain looking gold ring. My ring has a RFID chip in it and the building keeps track of me with it. I can unlock any door I have permission to just by walking up to it. Of course, if I ever loose my ring I can simply pick another RFID holding device like the bracelets your kids are wearing, or my phone here, or heck - even my belt buckle and that now becomes my keychain. It's really convenient. "
"Here we go..." Looking down I see a conveyer system with boxes and crates of goods moving along at a fairly high rate of speed. An insulated box flys by with a big sticker on it from the local supermarket. "Once the boxes get to the end they are taken up levels by a really big version of a dumbwaiter. Most people purchase things from the onsite shops; but if there is anything they want shipped in from online shops like Amazon - it's dropped off at a shipping room and moved to their house via this system. One of the biggest issues we had to overcome with having this many people living in such close proximity was the movement of all their stuff. Now, going to the grocery store is merely walking down the isle, either physically or virtually and picking the things you want dropped off. Then you just unload it once you get home - just like taking it out of the trunk of your car. You drop the empty boxes and crates back in the hoppers and they are cleaned if necessary and re-used."
Brian gives us a minute to stare and think about the ramifications of never pushing another grocery cart with screaming kids grabbing at everything. When we turn back to him my wife has a happy smile and I know the look on my face is a bit dazed. "Ready to continue?" he asks politely. I nod mutely, still thinking about how efficient this all is - I'd once seen a UPS shipping center with conveyers running everywhere and was amazed at the speed at which we could move goods these days - that was the same thing as here... only it was embedded in a building people lived in.
We exit the utility hallway again and walk towards an ramp leading outside. The wind had picked up and pushed against us as we walked up into the sunlight. I noted an odd noise and looked up. The walkway was roofed here with a thin lattice work with lots of spinning fans in it. I had thought they were blowing air into the place; but with the wind this strong I realized they were actually harvesting the wind energy. Small wind turbines. Brian followed my gaze and nodded to me. "Yes, they are capturing the energy from the breeze and feeding it into the buildings electrical system. We designed this place on the premise of 'Micro-Generation' from a bunch of different energy sources. We do have a big power plant here in case we need it; but we usually only run that off the trash & bio-waste the people here generate. We have a natural gas backup but with gas prices what they are and the issues with carbon emissions, we try and avoid that if possible. All the power is fed into a co-op pool managed by the HOA. Any surplus power is sold to the city outside and that money goes into a HOA fund that the owners can decide what to do with. A lot of that money was recently put into adding even more of the large and efficient wind turbines you can see up there." Brian pointed up to the roofline where several large wind turbines were spinning and a rotorless tower was being worked on in preperation for another. "That investment should pay off nicely in the next year or so. There is talk of purchasing a bit of distressed land near the south rail line and building a water park that would be within walking distance. It's got a lot of homeowner support but the city hasn't yet given the approvals so they opted for just generating more power; and thus more income. Oh, and some of that extra gets funneled into paying for other things; like the local-goods fund. Every month you get an allowance in the mall shops that you can spend on locally produced things - and especially the vegtables and produce that the Vertical Farm generates."
We had been walking along the pathways dodging bikers and foot powered scooters and in general marveling at the whole place. We probably looked the part of tourist but most people either pretended not to notice or just smiled at us. Up ahead there was a group of honest to goodness tourists following a briskly walking and talking tour guide. Her shirt said 'Austin Eco Tours' in bright pink letters. Many had cameras out and were taking pictures of the glass tower that dominated the center of the park.
I started looking for someplace to toss my long empty coke can and noticed that there were trash 'tubes' scattered about in key places. Walking up to one, I looked for the sign to tell me where to put my can, vs the normal trash but didn't see anything. Hey, I'm not totally uncaring about the environment and will recycle when convenient. "It's single source" Brian states; and again I'm at a loss. Noting my confusion he continues: "All of the waste is gathered by the same system. You'll also note that there isn't a bag in these waste receptacles. They drop directly to the droids and they help sort it into the right places. Everyone here likes being green - but we also really like our conveniences too. And this way, we don't have the possibility of an overflowing trash can. Part of the moving of peoples stuff... is the moving of what remains after they are done with said stuff." I drop my can in and we move on.
"We can get a good birds eye view of where the final construction is occurring from the top of the VF... vertical farm. Most of just abbreviate it it VF though. If you'll follow me we'll get past this tour group before they invade. " We pick up the pace to make it to the doors of the VF tower and just barely make it into the lobby as they began to follow us in. Brian stops us in the wide open entrace area and we step to the side to allow the tour group to assemble. Indicating the pink-lettered tourguide: "Melissa gives a good summary of the place if you want to stay and listen. They'll head into the theater in a minute to watch a video and we can then take the elevator upstairs."
Melissa hops up on a small stage in front of a large mural depicting intertwined cycles of food, water and technology. "The Vertical Farm here provides most of the fresh produce that this GaiaShip needs. It also filters the water for the facility allowing a totally closed cycle of water. Once water is captured in the GaiaShips cisterns from either rain or the feed from the city, it's used and reused many times. This drastically reduces the load this facility puts on the city's general population's resources. In fact; following the GaiaShips example and with the help of the engineers here, the city is looking to adopt other vertical farms in town to help control the rising costs of food and water from the recent drought.
"The bottle of water some of you carry may have had a fish swimming in it, and then fed to a plant not more than a day ago. Yes of course it has been purified... but it was done by the plant itself. The produce itself is always in season here. Strawberries and blueberries year round; tomatoes that grow to the size of softballs and even cherries fresh from the branch. We'll stop at the organic grocier a bit later and you will have the opportunity to buy any of this produce. I highly recommend the 'Chef's Special'. Chef Javi comes up with some really unusual mixes of the fruit and his dipping sauces are to-die-for.
Melissa hops down and with a cheery "follow me" parades the group through double doors into a darkend theater.
Brian turns to us: "Ready to continue?"