In the year 2143, dawn holds a paradox, a gentle layer of dew draping the remnants of yesterday's concerns. Scientists and urban philosophers thrash about in existential debate: the Dew Dilemma. This seemingly innocuous moisture possesses traits debated hotter than the sun itself.
Once cherished as nature's vestigial relic, dew is now scrutinized under a technological lens. Some argue its accumulation is a preservation act by a biospheric consciousness, resisting the searing aridity of sterilized plains. Others point to reports from pioneer dew-movers, telling of microbial pulses caught within, waxing rebellions trapped among droplets.
Governance bodies quietly convene secret alliances driven by data streams gathered before twilight subsides. While public addresses disguise alarm as rhetoric, distrusted factions suspect ulterior motives surrounding dew manipulation technology.
Time-traveling debates of ethics reach distant epochs. From the waxen ceilings of Babylonian gardens, to pixelated verses in Net 12 archives, all grapple with the essence of condensation and its inherited mantle from forgotten futures.