The author writes: I have thought much about a seasteading concept in which the economy of the entire seastead is based on the manufacture of hydrogen, from windmills, wave and stream energy. I picture it as a modern day oil state, except it makes no oil, but it instead hydrogen and sell it to the big markets as fuel, for the benefit of the people who life there and take care of the installations. And as we all agree, it myst be in the sea. It will be in the north sea, between Norway and Iceland, where the waves are big, the storms frequent and the streams are strong. And i want it to be a bustling city, that people visit for the design, the art and the nightlife. Just like Reykjavik on Iceland is today.
The city in the sea
By Jens Tandstad
And so it is reborn the city in the sea another sunburned father throws his shackles to be free A clean slate for a new life was towed into alignment the crankshafts dipping slowly but with promise of abridgement The newcomers, a family would rent away their base use only what they needed to maintain a restful pace The neighbours came with welcome gifts and the children said hello and played They greeted in the shimmer from the brand new rotor blades They helped connect the bearings and then they greased up all the sleeves the gridded up the newcomers and heard the first sputter from the leaves And so another family arrived upon our shore they shall not want of nuts and bolts to build upon their floor Who were those that came here first what did they seek to find? Their gardens, houses, shiny cars they left it all behind She was a mother stuck in life He was one who forgot his wife Birthdays came, they got it done partyhat consumption won The oilprice only soared again And yet another year in vain The cost of heat and energy a shackle, ball and chain Theres nothing wrong with working hard but still for some it means less time for your children and less time for your dreams No, our life is not for everyone most people do not want to run for some there´s life within a box for some this box is chained wih locks But let us all remember now how it all began before the art of seasteading before even the plan A dream it was for centuries to conquer the high seas to live aloof at liberty without laws and decrees But then fate itself would throw the dice a man discovered heat and ice in the compression and release of cold atlantic breeze A privy base was what he built the first, our city hall to be he named it Leviathan and released it to the sea Trailed by ice and shrugged by waves It lay there, breathing, in the sun with the humming windflow and whittle of steam its breath was hydrogen and dreams And suddenly, a flock of men concerned with wealth and size commissioned a great enterprise to replenish dwindling gas-supplies And our founder soon, was left behind by shortsighted business minds But he remained, in secrecy maintaining plans for liberty Whilst tanker ships arrived each day Fate itself jumped ship to stay Custodian to citizen! Employee to free! Revolution in the steamworks! Independence, liberty! Suddenly the shore was no more assets of a company! Listen! Hear our island sing this is how we quench the thirst the whistle of steam and and the crackle of ice and in the midst our children plays We make steam from ice cold water And fresh water from the breeze We take water, make it burn How the rules are twist- and turned The pistons, rattled by the waves the windmills, turning in the wind the ice we´re leaving in our wake the steam we make for our own sake And we shall keep an open shore to those that want our gift the ticket is a privy base enthusiasm and thrift And we shall open up our homes to all that come to see they will remain at liberty with us here in the sea For we shall build a city for those who dare be free from multitude, with courage to liberty are we Yes, we shall build a city unlike anything on earth and twenty thousand artists shall supply us with rebirth