Southbank by Petra White
SOUTHBANK 1 When the system crashes, and the screens, and palm-hugged beaches that saved them, crinkle out the office tilts like a ship. Small murmurs of surprise, voices like children who�d been playing in the shade, shocked by sunlight, flurry and subside. The thermostat shudders its seasons of freeze and sweat; furry square windows seal in the boredom