ABSTRACT
New scenario for the end of the world: Four survivors of an unnatural disaster are searching by helicopter for safety and sustenance-my God. What’ll we do? Where will we go? Then, just below, they see it, spread out over 100 acres, one million sheltered square feet of food and clothing, not to mention variable-intensity massagers, quiet-diet books, rat poison, hunting rifles, and glittering panels of Pong and pinball, all enclosed in a single climate controlled fortress complete with trees, fountains, and neon. Safe at last. Home free. The biggest, best-equipped fallout shelter imaginable, the consumer culture’s Eden, the post-urban cradle, the womb, the home, the mall. (Kowinski 1978).
