Global warming. It consumed the news. All the headlines blared, ‘Mankind on the verge of downfall! Scientists desperately work to save us!’
Frankly, Summer didn’t care. It was getting warmer, for sure, but so slowly that Summer could pretend she didn’t notice. Snow was only ever on the ground in February now, even at her home in Alaska, but who needed snow? It was no loss.
Summer was one of those people who thought anything was possible. Man can fly, travel in space, breathe underwater . . . and live through one hundred fifty degree summers. With their sharp brains and awesome technology they could do anything. And so far it had proven true. New, global warming technology was coming out as fast as polar bears died. Without them, life on earth would have been impossible for humans. It already was for many species of animals.
There were few people left who wanted to prevent global warming from escalating, it just didn’t seem feasible. Perhaps it had been at the beginning of the millennia, but not now. It was too late. The only thing that could save them now was their own intelligence.
Summer tossed her red hair out of her eyes, letting the smell of spruce warm her senses, and pulled her television from her pocket. A new message from GGWW – Government Global Warming Watch – flashed across the screen.
“A two degree increase in temperature is expected to take place within the next twenty-four hours,” the calm announcer said. “Carbon dioxide levels still rising steadily-”
Suddenly the screen flashed black-blue, reflecting the pale sky, and switched to an emergency message. Summer tugged on the thin fabric of her t-shirt and flopped down to watch beneath the shady branches of a fir. Dead pine needles pricked her, and she shifted to get comfortable.
“Warning! A fleet of bright objects, assumed to be meteorites, are raining towards earth. Reports from around the world are pouring in. Within a few more hours they should be visible to all. Go quickly and calmly to the nearest safe building. Get your cooling suits and prepare for the impact of these space objects. You can expect them before nightfall.”
The device was shoved back into a pocket as Summer sprinted towards home. It was a long run, but she was fast, reaching her house in a matter of minutes and slamming the automatically locking door behind her. Summer leaned against the wall, which was kept cool by the mechanisms inside, .
She lived alone, which wasn’t uncommon for her age, sixteen. It could get lonely miles from civilization, but she got all the news, so she considered herself at no risk.
Summer pushed herself off the door. She strode into her house, its silence broken by the quiet hum of electricity. For a while she hovered near a window, feeling the air-conditioning pouring out around the edges, staying the heat as it pressed to find a way in. Outside, a timid breeze tugged at the trees in the forest.
Summer pondered the chances of a bit of space junk...