Major Studio II

Week IV - Final

Name: Two Stops Into The Future

Brief Description: Two Stops Into The Future is a world in which cars have been banned due to pollution, and the exploitation of oil and the wars that occurred because of this. Cities have been redesigned, and streets are no longer for cars but people. New transportation systems and single person vehicles have been created to cater to a new demand. Many people who lost their jobs are recovering from that by playing a part in this transformation. There is still some nostalgia for the old times, where cars still roamed the earth.



We live in a world where there are 1 billion cars in the world. This number will go up to 2 billion by 2035. Around 6.5 million people die every year because of air pollution, making it y the fourth largest killer in the world. They emit around 24 pounds of carbon dioxide for every gallon of gas. Card and trucks cause 75% of carbon monoxide pollution in the U.S, one-third of the air pollution that produces smog in the US, and causes 27 percent of greenhouse gas emissions.

Local Interventions:


A Day In The life:


Every day is the same. Wake up. Take a shower. Put on a uniform. Breakfast. Work. Home. Repeat. He had been doing this for a while since his dad got him a job. It all started a couple of years after cars got banned. Parker’s dad used to be a car mechanic; he owned an auto repair garage just outside the city. Parker would spend hours hiding behind cars, playing with the tools and watching his dad work. Cars got banned, the garage closed, and Parker’s family’s bills started piling up.

For months, Parker’s dad couldn’t find a job. He would repair something here or there, making a little bit of money, but not enough. A lot of changes were happening around the world; with cars being banned, streets had to be redesigned, so a lot of construction was happening all around. Parker’s dad took a job in construction, it wasn’t great, but it was enough to get Parker through high school.

Parker wanted to go to college, but he knew he couldn’t afford it. He was ready for a job in construction, just like his father. A few months before he graduated, his father got hired to work for a new company that had promised to build the transportation system of the future; a system that could cater to everyone in the world. It seemed promising, and his father had enough knowledge about vehicles to get a great job. As soon as Parker graduated, his father got him a job working under him at MINTRO, the subway of the future. He wanted to save up for a year or two and then go to college.

He still remembers that morning; this day, three years ago. They both woke up; mom made breakfast, they put on their jumpsuits and headed out. Parker’s dad was wearing a brown leather jacket; he wore it every day. Parker would sometimes put it on as a kid and pretend to be his dad. They walked into the MINTRO station the day of the opening. A couple of things had to be checked before the event. Parker’s dad was in charge. They left their stuff on the platform and headed down the tunnels. Something went wrong.

Wake up. Take a shower. Put on a uniform. Breakfast. Work. No home today, today he needed a drink. He finishes up work, puts on his jacket and walks into the MINTRO. He sits, looking out the window. He looks at the trees, the people walking around, the lights. It was night, but ever since streets were redesigned, people loved spending time outside. He stands up, exits the MINTRO, walks for a little bit and walks in.


Parker is sitting at the bar, still wearing his brown worn out leather jacket that fits a little too big. He is holding a shallow glass in his right hand; he takes a sip. Parker is a little run down; it wasn’t a great day. He stares at the TV screen that sits behind the bartender. A movie is playing.

She walks up to the bar, stands next to him, and orders a drink. She sees him staring at the screen. She looks at him, and asks: “you into old movies?” He turns his head slightly, he clearly wasn’t there to socialize, and he says: “No. I like cars.” He turns his head back to the screen. She gets her drink and goes back to her table.

He finishes his drink, orders another one. The movie is over; credits are rolling. He turns his back towards the bar. He sees the girl from before. She looks back at him and whispers something to her friend. They both grab their stuff and head for the door. As she is leaving, she walks towards him, places a hand on the bar and gets close to him. She whispers: “I hope I see you there.” She walks out.

He thinks to himself: “See me where?” He turns back to the bar, and he sees a black card. He picks it up. It is black on both sides. He can feel that something is engraved on one of its faces, some kind of code. He uses his phone to scan it; something pops up. It is an invitation to something. It has a time and an address. He looks at his watch; it’s 9:47. The invitation says the event starts at 10:00. The address is only a couple of blocks away. He sits there for a second, thinking about whether he should go or not.

He stands up, walks out, it’s pouring outside. He zips up his jacket and starts walking. The streets are empty now, only neon signs are seen above. He arrives. It looks like nothing more than an abandoned building. He knocks on a metal door. Nothing happens. He notices the doorbell cover is missing a screw he tries to move it and finds a scanner behind it. He places the card from the bar in front of the scanner. The door unlocks. He walks in. Still empty.

He finds a scanner inside, places the card again. A path lights up, he follows. He can hear music, people. It starts getting louder. He sees a faint light coming from below. He gets to the edge of the platform. He sees her, she sees him. She gestures him to come down, he does. She gets close to him and says: “Welcome to The Prohibition Club, we all like cars here.” He looks around confused, there was so much happening. It looked like a party. Two cars are standing parallel to each other. The drivers walk to the cars. One of them lifts up his arms, everyone applauds. He turns around; his jacket reads “Cooper” on the back. She says: “That’s Cooper, his family used to own MINI. He started this club.” The drivers get in, engines roar, a flag is waved. Parker’s day had taken an unexpected turn.


We tend to think of cars as a necessity, when in reality they are a luxury that comes with a very high momentary cost, as well as an ecological one. We let cars dictate so much of our lives, including the design of our cities, the way people look at us, the way we move around, among many other things. I wanted to imagine a world in which we no longer move inside metals boxes; a world where we are forced to move differently, to think of streets as spaces for something else.

Sofia Von Hauske