At the turn of the twenty-seventh century, grave-robbing wasn’t what it used to be.
Engaging short science fiction set so far into the future that what we think we know isn’t necessarily so. Good voice; good character development. Intertwined story lines set up a compelling climax.
Without an ozone layer, the cities relied on smog to keep out the unbearable sun.
Fifty years ago all SF bemoaned overpopulation (with a side of nuclear winter); today it’s wailing over climate change (with a side of post-industrial dystopia). Care to guess the “in” apocalypse of 2070?
“You’re making that up! This isn’t some totalitarian dystopia!” He stopped, stymied. Wasn’t that exactly what it was?
As a Matter of Fancy 
Yep, I think this is true. Where we are now isn’t good – the air, oh the air! Ugh at times.