There were
those who warned.
Early.
And later.
Many wrote,
well and clearly worded articles or spontaneous posts in social media, that we
had to do something.
Yes,
gradually there were almost nobody who hadn’t heard the warnings.
Still
nothing happened.
The typhoons
along the Tropic of Cancer started to come… not just during late Summer and
Fall but, soon, all year round.
The
consuming fires in Australia got worse by every Summer.
New York and
Boston were cut off in a terrible snow storm – in May. In Arctic Europe snow
melted in the beginning of March. Skiing competitions were cancelled.
Still
nothing happened.
Fiji… Samoa…
Vanuatu… the Maldives… disappeared.
The
countries of South occupied the rostrum in the UN building, Angelina Jolie
travelled across the world giving inflammatory speeches.
But nothing
happened. The oil continued to flow in the fuel tanks. The cole continued to warm
the buildings. The advertising agencies continued to produce cheerful
commercials or jingles that were running, day and night, on television and
radio:
Consume
more! Buy now, pay later!
 |
| Dawn of Dystopia, by Andy Lord |
Then one
day… a tiny rivulet started to wind its way southwest from the Siberian
steppes. A rivulet of poisonous matters that had been frozen into the tundra
for thousands of years.
At the same
time, a 2000 kilometers wide, ten kilometers thick block of ice came off the
Weddell Sea in Antarctica. It moved northeast with the water currents and
melted along the way.
From
opposite directions they came – the melting water and the methane river, and
they crashed right into the heart of civilization.
Then, only
then, when the white man’s home and cultural heritage lay in ruins, the leaders
and those who were in command reacted.
Then, when
it was clear that it was their own population who would be forced to flee –
with no cars, no electricity, no food or accomodation – a small group was
appointed to lead the search for new land.
The members
of the group were equipped with the old, still functioning weapons, fetched
from their hiding places, and with the ancient knowledge that secretly had been
transmitted, by oral tradition, from mother to daughter.
They got
unexpected assistance from the proud but shy people of the large pastoral
forests, when they set out, in the Dawn of Dystopia.
Andy Lord
