We'd all like to save the world but there seems to be a lot of it and the individual seems so puny. Hence the appeal of the very marketable Claustrosphere, invented by despotic media mogul Plastic Tolstoy: a domestic, self-contained, stunningly tough eco-shelter for the average bloke. It is also the most irresponsible idea ever: the death of the Earth becomes survivable. When Nathan, a self-absorbed British script writer gets access to Tolstoy to pitch his end-of-the-world movie, he feels his time has come. But why is Nathan's script so dangerous? It's the perfect vehicle for Max, the ex-jeans model and multi-media superstar. And should Max be falling for beautiful and utterly stroppy eco-terrorist Rosalie? And what is it about the Claustrosphere marketing campaign that requires the loss of innocence and the slaughter of the innocent?