Title: Futu.Re
Original title: Будущее
Author(s): Dmitry Glukhovsky
Translation: Andrew Bromfield (ENG)
Release year: 2013 (RU), 2015 (ENG)
Publisher: Литрес (RU), CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (ENG)
Why in Database: A book with a few turtle fragments. The first one refers to the concept of World Turtle:
Pills are all the trend. Choose any kind you fancy. Pills for happiness, serenity, meaning… This Earth of ours stands on three Elephants, standing on the shell of an immense tortoise, standing on the back of a humungous great whale, and they’re all standing on pills.
The next two mentions are typical turtle statements:
I lean down over him, he’s not breathing any longer. I clutch his wrist, hoping to hook up some little vein pulsing in the cold flesh under that tortoise skin. I lash him on the cheeks – but no, he’s dead, turning blue. What do I do about this? He wasn’t supposed to die!
You just crawl along!” she shouts at me, panting. “You’re a tortoise. Come on, tortoise, enter the coordinates! Which tube do we need?”
The last two fragments are about an inflatable swimming turtle:
I emerge on the opposite side of the globe, somewhere in the antipodes, in Australia. A hostel with wood-plank walls on the shore of the ocean; abandoned surfboards with peeling paint lying on a beach that runs off beyond the horizon; a large inflatable turtle nuzzling at the wet sand in the feeble artificial surf. Not far from the shoreline a shark’s fin has got jammed in the green water, sticking up as if it’s rooted to the spot.
Beatrice’s hazy glance from the upstairs window. The furiously circling sun.
The inflatable turtle and the abbreviated ocean. The laboratory. It’s all gone. Olaf with the holes in his stomach. He didn’t have anything to lose.
