The city is supposed to be 100+ plus today. In June. Maybe this will be the way things are from now on.

I had a perfect night last night. My living room was cool and comfortable, lit by just my desk lamp and computer screen, and I listened quietly to some old metal bands while working on a paper until about 12am. When I hit bed, my quiet fan pushed the perfect amount of air around and I fell asleep instantly. That all rarely happens.

When the earth’s average temperature rises to the point of pushing populations to cooler climes, will we have to create climate controlled cities? The environmental costs for the energy required to power cooling stations would be huge. Perhaps our short term destiny is a return to the sea. 10 feet under water it’s cold, 20 feet, it’s always very cold. Everything encapsulated. Motorcycles become little torpedo pods, buses become submarines. There’s never any major turbulence and the weather is always the same. Parascopes can bring direct sunlight down into chambers and fashionistas compete for fancy water suits. The temperature is always perfect, and you can move your whole house.

Subterranean, submarinean. Perhaps our first migration will be down and in rather than up and out.

 

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