Everywhere Is Home

Everywhere Is Home

A Story by K. Roland
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Scenario paper describing the future world in the context of climate change and human response to a changing world. Post-Apocalyptic or New Social Paradigm? Find out...

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Everywhere Is Home



Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works.

Carl Sagan (1996: 316)



-Have you no shame, sir?-

Another day starts. Not a cloud in the sky, the sun is shining brightly, it is going to be a good day. I remember the days when I would curse that ball of fire in the sky, wondering when it was going to leave me alone, let me live! I treated the sun as if it were my enemy, as if it was deliberately targeting me and humanity for destruction. Why? Why would they let this happen?

The year was 2020, the irony is striking. Why were they so blind? It was November 11th when they issued the “Apology”. My generation, theY2K'ers, or as some called us, “The Ought Nots”, a humorous, yet serious play on words, meant to reflect what we ought not to have to live with, has known that the summers around here are always deathly hot. The “Apology” was an unprecedented act by the newly sworn in President Booker. It was years in the making. The previous generations knew that they really messed up. There was no hiding their ignorance anymore. President Booker issued the “Apology” on behalf of his and the generations before him.

The “Apology” was meant to be a statement of remorse from the “Ashamed” generation to us “Ought Nots”. Their apathy blew up in their faces, there was no hiding the fact that increased CO2 and other green house gasses were causing “The Heat”, as we collectively referred to every summer post-2016. This was of course no news to me. My father was a climate scientist and raised me to understand the effects of human activities on our environment. And this whole notion of apology was also nothing new to me. My father told me during this time, and quite frequently after, about how he and my mother were very reluctant to have children because they were unaware of what kind of world they would bring them into. They eventually gave into family pressures (or so they tell me), and had me and my sister. They love me, that's evident, but I can see it in their eyes every time “The Heat” strikes that they are sorry for putting me through this, as many parents back then felt towards their children. This was the premise for the “Apology”. President Cory Booker, his friends in Congress, and the “Responsible Society” as he termed it, were ready to make amends, and get their heads out of their...well, you know.

“Have they no soul?” my friends and I would ask. They had the time, the knowledge, and the technology to stop this mess, but as I have come to realize it, they did not have the will.


-Tapped Out-

In the years leading up to the “Apology”, things were bad, to say the least. Though I never knew any different, the economy was very poor throughout my adolescent years. Today its hard to imagine just what our economy was built on back then, I mean, money can't be a product, can it? Apparently they put a huge emphasis on turning money into more money, with nothing really backing it up1. Strange, indeed.

The economy of the '10s was reliant on oil. Plain and simple. Oil for transport, oil for food, and strangely enough, oil for cleaning. The “Ashamed” generation used this stuff for everything. Even when experts were saying that it was no longer feasible to extract, they just kept on trying. Then it happened. In 2013 the price of oil shot up from $100 per barrel to over $200 in a six-month period. That was all it took for things to get serious. As the prices of everything skyrocketed, purchasing power plummeted. From what my father told me, society found it very difficult to cope, especially as there was no clear replacement for oil. To alleviate some of the stress, President Romney gave more subsidies to oil companies and opened up the area once known as the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska. This proved to be disastrous.

The Alaskan Oil Spill of 2015 was the final nail in the coffin. In the rush to find solutions for the oil crisis, a lot of corners were cut. From what I have read, the pipelines they constructed from ANWR to the refineries were poorly planned, and for months, oil spilled into the once pristine landscape.

The crisis is what changed public opinion. Many asked, “Is it really worth it?” And truth be told, it was not. This “black gold” was far too powerful. Barack Obama, who was president from 2008 to 2012, ran on this platform, and became the second president to serve two non-consecutive terms. The first time President Obama was elected, he ran on a platform of “change”, and unlike his first term, the people were ready and willing to see this happen.

President Obama began the transformation that lead to the “Apology”. He ended the huge subsidies for oil companies, revealing the true cost of the energy source2. It really was as simple as that. Money poured into alternative energies as oil just was not feasible anymore.

We still have oil today, but no one dares to suggest using it. It is almost as if what was once the life source of the modern economy is now taboo. Perhaps it is just too costly, or as I see it, we simply have not forgotten!


-We Didn't Start The Fire-

Those summers, or “The Heat” as they came to be known, must have been hot enough to burn its own effect into my brain! Nobody alive today forgets them, nor can we forget those that are not living today because of them. If only we could have collected all that water that drenched us the other months of the year and use it during The Heat.

My father would tell me about when he was a teenager about some summers that were hotter than normal, but not consecutively. He remembered arguments that sun spots were causing this heat. I wish that we'd only have eleven years of this heat and it would be over. Every single summer from 2011 on set a new “Hottest Ever” record, until it became obvious to everyone that it was just too late.

To make matters worse, we have great difficulties in keeping us cool. I remember the Blackout of 2022 as if it were yesterday. In August of 2022, we had three straight weeks of at least 110°F daily highs, with a national average of 90°! This was during the transition from oil to alternative energies, and there simply was not enough capacity to cool us down. First it started with controlled black-outs at certain times during the day, then it all shut down. It was if in an instant we went from 2022 to 1822. It was devastating.

The American way of life came to a standstill. No way to keep cool in the hottest summer on record, well since the previous year. Cars were getting stuck in the roads because the melting asphalt, people had to migrate from the cities by foot in the early morning hours3. People dropped like flies, both from the heat and starvation. We did not have enough food to eat as much of the food we ate needed to be refrigerated, and the food that didn't, went to the cows. It brings tears to my eyes to think of the loss of life. People, disillusioned by the heat, made mass exoduses to the oceans, only to drink themselves to a salty death. Government soldiers barricaded beaches to keep more people from killing themselves just for a taste of cool water, only to find themselves keeping people crazed by the heat from killing each other.

My parents, who had by this time “went off the grid” insisted that I join them on their ranch in western Wyoming. My father had been predicting this crisis for years, and he had been planning for the fallout. I think the choice was obvious, and I left Berkeley for Rock Springs for a new life with my old man.

-Home on the Range -

My father worked hard when he left college with the purpose of generating the capital to be able to separate entirely and live a meaningful life. Constantly bombarded with the doom and gloom of the future, he vowed that he would not be vulnerable to the failures of past generations. He would “chart his own path” as he would say.

My parents owned a ranch in Rock Springs. It was nothing fancy by previous standards of living, but he did not need for anything from anyone that only wanted to “screw him”, and that was bliss to him. He had some electricity that he generated with his windmills. He would always say that he was reverting back to his “Dutchness”. He had bought some solar panels as well, maintaining that he wanted to be a “Type 1 Man”4.

My parents operated a community supported agriculture (CSA). They were by no means rich, but enjoyed every minute of meaningful labor. They stored rainwater, which by this time was a precious commodity. My father's dissertation was on “Snowpack and Climate Change”, so he was well aware of the looming crisis.

I was happy to be home. I grew up here, but had left to get my qualifications for environmental engineering at the University of California. I was going into my senior year, but what's the point of sitting in a classroom when you can put what you've learned to work, right? I figured I could be an asset to my father, in more ways than one.

One of the downsides of living off the grid was, well, you were essentially in the dark about everything. What had happened? Were my friends okay? Was my sister okay?


-State of the Union-

It was as if it was a gift from heaven. My sister had arrived. Unbeknownst to me or my parents, my sister was trekking her way from eastern Texas to Rock Springs. With child in hand, she walked up the pathway to the house as me and my dad were working in the greenhouses.

I was so thankful that she and my niece were safe, as for her husband, well, the verdict was still out on that one. She left town when the air started to smell like death. She told us that as she was leaving, she overheard President Booker on the radio talking about the total global economic collapse due to the extreme drop in productivity throughout the planet. Here in the United States, people were out of work, had very little food, and had little money to buy anything. This brought the system as we knew it to its knees. Nobody was buying anything, and our consumer economy fell flat on its face, or so I heard.

My sister told us about her journey. She told us about the riots in the major cities. People just trying to get food to feed their families as the food supply dwindled. She left as the heat was starting to decline, but the damage was already done. She vowed to never again put her family in this sort of situation that was becoming all too common during the '20s.

During this time, we did not know whether things had returned to normal, or if they had gotten worse. I remember us all thinking that even though our country was facing extreme weather events, we must surely be on the right track for addressing and rectifying our climate crisis. But every year, fewer and fewer people drove through our town.

I remember being happy, however. Not needing to worry about money. Not having to stress about work or school. I often asked myself, “What was it that made my old life so appealing?” But were we okay? Could we make it? I had come to the conclusion that this was it. This was my life.


-Welcome to Paradise-

It had been years since we heard anything about the world or the United States for that matter. We rarely saw cars come through, but we didn't care. We had no need for them. The year was 2028, and though we had weathered very hot summers and winter rainfalls in epic proportions, we were fine. We had food in our stomachs, and a real sense of place.

In March of that year, a recreational vehicle roared into town. I was at the market trading produce with the other local farmers when an older gentleman approached our booth. He looked desperate, and asked if we could spare some food for him and his family. We obliged out of courtesy as it was evident that they had been searching for quite some time for some help. I asked him how that thing (RV) was running. He said that a couple years ago, the government was offering free retrofitting of vehicles to run on biofuels. He said that they just had to get out of Seattle after the earthquake. Apparently a 9.1 earthquake struck the northwest coast in January, and it was devastating5. The city was rendered lost by the ensuing tsunami. Mr. Juan DeFuca, as I come to recall his name, did some things that he was not proud of, but did them to get his family to safety. He said he stocked up and headed east, and that's why he came into town that warm day in March. I asked him what the world was like on the outside, explaining how we had very little reason to care about the world, or the country for that matter anymore. He explained that things were different. Not bad, just different. There had been a huge rebellion against the U.S. government because of the food prices and the lack of work. He said that New York, Chicago, Washington, and Atlanta all burned. I asked him how Los Angeles fared. He just stared at me, eyes all watery, and said, “I'm not prepared to talk about that just yet.”

I brought the DeFucas back home with me to give them some lodging and show them how we lived. They were astonished. I remember watching Juan as my father showed him the compound. It was as if he was thinking to himself, “I'm like a monkey compared to this guy!” That look was very common around here. A lot of the people who came into town never really made it out as we set the example for the “new living” as my father called it. The DeFucas were no different. Of course, it wasn't all by accident, we needed their company. We needed a community!



-The Project-

I never had any wish to leave the compound as it was everything I ever wanted. But apparently, that was no longer up to me.

I had married one of the DeFuca daughters, Kristina DeFuca. We had tried for years to conceive, but eventually gave up and assumed that perhaps she was infertile, as many of the outsiders had the same problem in having children6. Leaving my wife and relatives was something I had no intention of doing, especially as I was getting set in my ways, I mean, I was getting older. The U.S. government didn't think I was too old.

The convoy rolled into town in early 2033. The U.S. Army was on orders to round up all able bodied men to work on “The Project”. Like a century ago, The Project was the national policy of our time. President Chelsea Clinton, fulfilling her main campaign promise, mandated a national infrastructure retrofitting. The Project would finally comply with the U.N. Agreement on Global Environmental Responsibility that was ratified by the Congress in 2031.

The Project consisted of essentially rebuilding the country, in an environmentally responsible way. The past two decades of extreme environmental catastrophes and the economic decline due to the reduction of fossil fuels had finally put the pressure on governments throughout the world to get serious. The Project was tasked with building vast solar arrays, wind farms, power stations for electric vehicles, and retrofitting urbanscapes to become more efficient.

They told me that I did not have a choice in the matter, as this was an “all hands on deck” sort of thing. They said that I would need to serve a two-year assignment, but that it would be in “Sector 4”, as they called the northwest region of the U.S., so I wouldn't be far and could return home periodically. I thought of it as joining the “Environmental Army”, and finally doing my part for all of humanity, something nobody did for my generation. They gave me a half hour to say goodbye to my family, and be ready to head out.

As I traveled to Portland, Sector 4's headquarters, I engaged in long discussions with other recruits about what had happened throughout the country and the world over the past few years.

The first question I asked them was, “How can we pay for this?” They laughed and said, “We already paid for this.”

Apparently money was no longer an issue. Public opinion had shifted in that nobody felt it was justifiable to let people starve or suffer because they did not have any money or financial resources. Perhaps it was because everyone suffered, money was no longer a credible argument. Consumer capitalism as we knew it when we were kids had collapsed as there was no money to buy consumer goods, and that was the fundamental basis of the system.

Sure, people needed a little coaxing in working for the betterment of our society, but deep down we all knew that we were the “Ought Nots”, and while we turned into the “Did Happen” generation, that did not lessen our resolve, but emboldened us to make our children the “Will Not” generation. It was indeed too late to stop the extreme weather events from occurring, as that is a latent result of past actions, but we were going to make it so they would not have to suffer because of it. “Change has to start somewhere” was our mantra.


-Service-

While in Portland attending briefings and getting up to speed on the state of the nation, I missed home. They served me food and lodged me a tent city that had electricity, although only at certain times of the day. It seemed as if conservation was king now. It felt strange, to say the least. I had no clue where the food I was eating came from. My stomach had grown accustomed to the food I had produced back home, and I remember becoming ill all night.

We were told that we would be sent throughout the northwest rebuilding the electric grid. We were put on a new sleep schedule, and would work late at night through the early morning hours to avoid “The Heat”. For the next two years we rebuilt this country. We constructed solar fields, wind farms, and laid fiber optic cables to enhance communication channels. At the end of my service, I felt good, but missed home. It was as if no matter how hard our government worked to rebuild in order to get back to yesterday, I just did not want it anymore. Yet I saw many things that gave me hope as I traveled the country I was raised in.

I remember being astonished at how our nation had changed. Many large cities were ghost towns with people no longer living in the tall skyscrapers. Many of these skyscrapers were converted to makeshift vertical cropland.

The thing that struck me the most were the pods. Clusters of people had dotted the countrysides and resembled home. I always believed that how we were living was still an anomaly, but boy was I wrong. With very little wage labor left, and the need for abundant food, many people now lived just as we did. America had contracted on itself, and it was beautiful. Anxiety levels had plummeted, except for when the previous generations' failures presented themselves7. People were happy and engaged in meaningful work in tight-knit communities. I wondered if The Project was even necessary at this point. I mean, we were finally living. What were they expecting with all of this rebuilding and retrofitting? Did they actually think that we would say, “okay, let's go back to that trance that you told us was living”? Did they think that if we had electricity and all the amenities back that we would abandon the good life just to be cogs in the wheel again? I just wanted to go back home and get on with my life.


-A New World Order-

Just because we all lived sustainably in the '30s did not ignore the fact that we still needed clean drinking water, proper medical care, and sources of enlightenment. This was the purpose of The Project. By building the infrastructure system that we all had wanted decades ago, we could now have everything we had before, but without the guilt. That is not to say that we wanted the greed and corruption, although we did get that too. Fresh water was scarce around the world, and the U.N. had mandated that every nation make it a priority to construct desalination plants, and those plants needed power. We needed efficient communication links so we could all work together for humanity in an age when we were merely a race of people that needed saving, no matter where you happened to be born. Borders on maps became trivial, and national governments were the implementation power of the global command. We were quickly becoming a Type 1 civilization, just as my dad had claimed to be a “Type 1 Man”.

It wasn't all peachy keen, however. People were dying. Storms were brewing in the warm oceans. We had lost the last tiger in 20268, as well as numerous other species that we remembered as children. Cartographers were no longer printing Lake Chad and the Aral Sea onto their maps, as they simply vanished from the face of the earth. We had hope, but we were constantly reminded of the failures of our forefathers.

The global economy no longer resembled the one that dominated the planet decades ago. We were quickly transitioning to a “resource-based economy”, or so they called it. Efficient use of our planet's resources through automation was the purpose of The Project, and other similar efforts throughout the world such as Le Projet in France and Das Projekt in Germany.


-This is Home-

Reflecting on my time touring the country working on The Project makes me think about what it was like to come back home. I was happy to see my family and my community. I was supplied with fertility drugs as part of my service and my wife and I had our first child soon after my return. My father was older, yet healthy and full of life. I was eager to tell them about how the world had changed, but they already knew. You see, not long after I left for my service, Rock Springs was added to the grid and the community barnhouse was used as our communication hub. The world was linked together again, but that didn't change much for my family. They went on their living their life their way, working long days in the field and in the woodshop. Just because they could see the world outside, did not mean that they were going to drop everything and rejoin the world. The intent of The Project was not to cause people to abandon their new ways of life, but to enhance it with the amenities of yesteryear with a clean and efficient backbone.

Years later, we didn't have to worry about conserving electricity as it was as natural as the earthquakes and near-earth objects9 we had to dodge. That bright spot in the sky gave us everything we needed. It gave us power so my niece could attend the Telecollege, it gave us the food we ate, and it provided us light to see the new world we had built; that my generation had created.

It has been a long journey to this point. Hearing about all the human suffering that had happened during my years of isolation in the mountains of western Wyoming made me feel guilty. I was safe, and I had learned how to survive merely because my father had enough foresight to live in voluntary simplicity10. All those years that my fellow human beings had to suffer because of the failures of the “Ashamed” generation infuriated me, but I knew that it was over. Although we could not stop horrible events from occurring, we had turned the tide. Our lives are ours again. They are meaningful and cognizant. We will now go down in history as the “Savior” generation, and tomorrow will bring another day of peace, love, and unity!


Scenario Exposition


This scenario's underlying theme is the will of humanity to overcome the ills of the previous generations and recognizing that what has been done cannot be changed, but that sitting idly and putting patches over the problems is not a viable solution either.

I borrowed this premise of “cutting your losses”, yet working towards the future from Bill McKibben (2010). He poignantly discusses how we really need to move on and see the past, and the present for that matter, for what it really is. We know we are on a new planet with new norms and problems, so we need to start acting like we still have something to save.

The story unravels under the assumption that values have been altered as a result of the changing environment and the reality of our past actions have set in. The “Apology” mentioned in the first chapter sets the stage for meaningful changes in our priorities. Previous generations coming to the realization, by witnessing environmental changes, that they were wrong, and do not want to see their children and grandchildren suffer anymore. I think that we know this today, and the main thing holding us back from taking this step is that there is nobody willing to admit to our errors, and make the hard decisions that would ultimately lead to meaningful changes to our way of life that would result in a more harmonious relationship with the environment.

The journey that this scenario takes is loosely based off of Duane Elgin's (1993) third type of civilization in transition, “reconciliation and revitalization” (pg. 186). This course of action hypothesizes that “citizens will recognize the absolute necessity of change and use their tools of mass communication to undertake a mass dialogue about the the most healthy pathway ahead” (pg. 186). This is the basis of the first chapter, but as the story proceeds, events make this process very difficult, as it is ultimately too late. Yet, these events only emboldens civilization to make the difficult choices that need to be made.

Of course, “The Project” as I deemed it, would be unthinkable today because of the financial constraints placed on such a large undertaking, but I am predicting that when push comes to shove, the new mentality of survival will take form, propelling ideas such as this into action. I believe that when isolated events such as Hurricane Katrina and the recent Japanese earthquake occur, many are fortunate enough to be on the sidelines looking in, yet never fully feel the pain of these events or the tolls it takes on the human psyche. The new world order as I paint it assumes that once everyone has their own disaster in their back yards, and are directly affected, their priorities shift, as do their values. This futuristic world is one where everyone is under assault.

The collapse of the modern economy, the consumer economy, is premised on the assumptions of Karl Marx and that when nobody is able to purchase goods because of a lack of wealth, the demise of the system is near. Although Marx's assumption was based on the greed of the Capitalist and their neglect of laborers for maximum profit, leading to underproduction, I think just a sheer reduction in energy to propel the system will have the same effect, leaving people jobless and hungry. The Peak Oil crisis will be the trigger that brings global economies to a standstill, and force people into abject poverty. This current system is simply unsustainable.

The main character seemingly had a “way out” as his father had long been practicing Elgin's (1993) notion of voluntary simplicity. Elgin defines voluntary simplicity as “a manner of living that is outwardly more simple and inwardly more rich” (pg. 25). I believe this idea is instinctual in human beings, in that they are able to revert to more simpler ways of living if the occasion calls for it. This is seen in the story as the main character works on The Project and finds many other people living this way, apparently out of necessity. The distinction, though, between the main character's father and the people he finds is that his father voluntarily took this course of action, while the others were forced into it.

I chose not to include large military conflicts, though I am sure that they are highly plausible in this new world. The main reason I did not include them is my belief that the threat of Islamic terrorism, for example, would be reduced by the contraction of the United States and their inability to meddle in the affairs of Southwest Asian countries to secure strategic resources. Furthermore, the modern global militaries are wholly dependent on oil as a fuel source, and it will become too expensive to maintain standing armies throughout the planet.

The conclusion of the paper leaves hope for Jacque Fresco's vision for a “Resource-Based Economy”. It is premised on the idea that money is no longer the main driver of world affairs as we know it today, but instead the realization that war, famine, debt, and ecological destruction is totally unacceptable. The economy is based on our efficient use of technology to use resources in a manner that eliminates waste, greed, and corruption. This concept, along with the necessary energy grid that I assembled in this story, are the steps to evolving the human species into a Type 1 civilization, which would result in the end of fossil fuels and other sources of environmental degradation and human suffering for future generations.

1 Korten (2009)

2 http://priceofoil.org/fossil-fuel-subsidies/

3 http://www.todayszaman.com/news-219710-101-sound-climate-policy-needed-against-future- heat- waves.html

4 Shermer (2008)

5 Chang (2010)

6 Koch (2010)

7 http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7988310.stm

8 Chamberlain (2010)

9 Jha (2005)

10 Elgin (1993)


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1David Korten's “Phantom Wealth”

2Studies of U.S. Government reports show that oil companies receive approximately $4 billion annually in tax breaks.

3Inspired by reports of 2010 heatwave in Ankara, Turkey.

4Type 1 civilization refers to one that lives in ecological harmony and harnesses planetary and solar power as energy sources.

5It is widely suggested that the Pacific Northwest is due for a megaquake within the next 50 years.

6Studies have shown that household chemicals can reduce fertility in women.

7Studies suggest that in the future, stress and anxiety levels will result in 1 in 3 individuals at risk of forming a mental illness due to a multitude of external pressures.

8In 2010, less than 800 tigers were in the Indian wilderness, a stronghold for the species. Within a few years, it is suggested that there will be no viable habitats left for this beautiful creature.

9The asteroid Apophis has a 1 in 5,000 chance of coming in close contact with Earth in 2036.

10Duane Elgin's Voluntary Simplicity


© 2012 K. Roland



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Amazing! As I began reading I thought this was some kind of essay and it would all be nonfiction and to be honest I dreaded it being so long, but I knew I'd like it nevertheless as I've enjoyed all of your work so far:)

The more I read I was constant surprised with your ability to make it unbelievably realistic. You didn't get into describing every little detail and I liked that but you took presidents and Incorporated them in intriguing way. You brought in the Environmental Army and made it so real. I giggled and thought how I could see all this really happening and basked in that feeling for a bit.

With information so realistic to today the more I read the more I remembered back to watching the news a feww weeks ago and hearing all about how this is the hottest summer and the climates changing along with all these other topics that your story seems to fit right into. You said you wrote this about a year ago and I commend you on that. You're quite the writer and I'm really glad I took the time to curl up with this one.

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Amazing! As I began reading I thought this was some kind of essay and it would all be nonfiction and to be honest I dreaded it being so long, but I knew I'd like it nevertheless as I've enjoyed all of your work so far:)

The more I read I was constant surprised with your ability to make it unbelievably realistic. You didn't get into describing every little detail and I liked that but you took presidents and Incorporated them in intriguing way. You brought in the Environmental Army and made it so real. I giggled and thought how I could see all this really happening and basked in that feeling for a bit.

With information so realistic to today the more I read the more I remembered back to watching the news a feww weeks ago and hearing all about how this is the hottest summer and the climates changing along with all these other topics that your story seems to fit right into. You said you wrote this about a year ago and I commend you on that. You're quite the writer and I'm really glad I took the time to curl up with this one.

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Truely refreshing story. I really enjoyed it from begining to end. It's rare to see such meaningful stories. We do live in a world of imbalance of resources and it's time we woke up.

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Wow! You have created a realistic narrative of the near future, based it off of probable scientific breakthroughs and combined it with that masses over all sentimentality, to create an amazingly accurate plot! I loved reading this! For years, I've looked at the world and the US's decline, wondering what's going to be coming around the bend. I felt in reading your words, that you have given the clearest picture of probable outcomes.
I particularly liked the description of the families Wyoming compound and how once the main character is brought back into the world, while working on the Project, he realizes that many came to the same conclusion of how people need to live.

This is a gem of creation! I loved everyone word of it!

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Very nicely layed out, wonderful story form. enjoyed the read as well. Love the descriptiveness.

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Great write!

I really liked that this was set in the future and you went on to describe all the unfoldings of our previous generation's mistakes.

I definitely hope it wont take a catastrophy for mankind to decide to change dramatically, but with the rate at which we're going and the lack of desire to commit, this scenerio could very well be a reality.

From my experience, individuals feel pressured to conform to this current way of life. There is a need to follow a set path that we've decided is socially acceptable. To step out of the norm is therefore difficult for us. This is the issue we're facing. And people ..they're stubborn, they like stabilty and comfort.

Thats why I've been looking at transportation for a while. I'm designing prototypes of futuristic vehicles that doesn't rely on fossil fuels at all. (Im in the beginning stages of this) I feel transportation is a good transition for us to ease into full-on green living. Transportation is where majority of our pollution first of all comes from and the whole reliance on fossil fuel thing is ridiculous. We need to be more self-sufficient.

Anyway, great paper, I appreciate all the sources and research that went into this.

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