In High Rise Orange Groves, the authorities assign numbers to people and people to mechanized rooms in high rise buildings. Clothing is simple. Nourishment is swallowed in capsules. Rooms are equipped with telecoms. Life is uncomplicated and carefully controlled.

The sexual revolution of the distant past has degenerated to animalistic levels. Virtual and physical interaction is sexually explicit, synthetic, devoid of feeling. Extreme sex is accepted, encouraged, and routine. There are no pregnancies. There is no love.

One man’s motives are generally good but wholly at odds with his world. He gives himself a name and goes looking for purpose and love in an attempt to civilize an otherwise senseless, bestial existence.