Les temps changent

It is 2075.

World is warming.

Africa is melting.

The strongest make it to the North of a continent in a local detention camp run by the White Hi-Tech Man of Steel (memento Australia's Howard Pacific Solution) for being just meticulously selected with modern-cattle-selection-techniques to slave in France on temporary working visas.

Europeans are kind to the Africans (in screened France surely) by not only offering a permanent job to a young African refugee but even having a more intimate hidden agenda-not a wonder, bearing a recent North Ireland premier-minister wife's an underage sex-affair (as one could figure out from the media, lust ceased-and so did a husband's post, following up).

Both France/French Canada and any African from a deserted hell of a third world speak English (and read/write surely) much better than native speakers used already to playing electronic gadgets only instead developing own brain at schools.

This produce is based on delusions of the United Nations Panel on Climate Change to illustrate its prophesies being some time ago awarded with the Nobel Prize and, if even placed in a sci-fi section, hardly has been even near-realistic in 2075 as Stanley Kubrick's "Space Odyssey-2001" in 2001, at least because even an Afro-European intercontinental link-in-progress is a railway tunnel project, not an upper surface bridge connection presented by movie makers.