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Ireland dating from about 5,000 years before. Many crannogs were built well out into the water as defensive homesteads and represented symbols of power and wealth in their own day. Present-day settlements became particular about who was allowed to share their bounty as available living space was minimal, especially as crops and livestock were limited. Former salespeople, bank-managers, accountants, lawyers, red-tape loving bureaucrats and similar who pleaded to be allowed in to the small settlements were instantly dismissed and rejected as a useless waste of valuable resources. Previous applicants of the aforementioned types had already proved time and again they were of no use to the new colonies. These officialdom loving characters had no backbone for hard work and even less useful knowledge. These ex-fat-cat, lazy and arrogant individuals, had shown themselves to be an unnecessary drain on strained resources, important supplies of food that were difficult to grow and store. Their easy life had left them unable to work to any degree of effort or to apply themselves in any worthwhile occupation. Those who were deemed to have any sort of use were readily accepted, but always on probation, until they deemed themselves worthy and able to interact with those already accepted. These valuable individuals turned out to be scientific types, teachers of practical skills like biology and botany. Experienced engineers and mechanics were worth their weight in gold and prized beyond measure. Builders were held in great esteem, especially carpenters and joiners whose each and every word was gospel when it came to construction. Military types came and went, unable to follow orders from those they viewed as undisciplined. Most couldn’t use common sense or tact to sort out a dispute, resorting to fighting and violence as a means to getting their own way. Those who did fit in with the crowd were invaluable for their defensive skills, courage and strength. A community felt more secure and happier when they had their own small private army to protect them. Mains electricity was a thing of the past, as were motorised vehicles, piped water, sewage-plants and supermarkets. Animals were a commodity in their own right as they were easy to keep while providing nourishment and clothing, always worth fighting and killing for. The manure they produced helped to nurture the crops into a healthier and greater harvest too. They were herded and guarded by armed guards, where the acceptable military types really played their part well. Recovering fish stocks had started to invade areas where the protected animals once grazed, where fishing wasn’t seen as a sport or pastime anymore. Vegetarianism was a thing of the past, as was tobacco; although a plentiful supply of alcohol could still be found among the many ruins. Sailing boats were some of the most valuable possessions to be owned, powered by the wind. They enabled distant travel, communication and trade by barter, with net fishing becoming common practice. Some individuals and their families took to living on the ocean wave in marvellous looking yachts, where safety from marauding hordes was almost assured when at sea. Scott recalled a movie called, Waterworld , featuring Kevin Costner as the boat owning lead character. It wasn’t a particularly successful film in box-office terms, but its basic theme had become reality by all accounts. Governments and police forces across the planet had been inundated and overwhelmed with untold levels of crime, before eventually succumbing to more powerful forces of violence than even they could withstand. Weapons made the new masters, and whoever controlled them controlled life and property. Murder and mayhem had become as commonplace as felled forests. Tree plantations were decimated like never before as survivors depended on timber for fuel and building supplies. Peat bogs were hastily drained to supply the most northerly populations with a steady supply of slow