Worse Than Global Warming

Nov 23 2013 Published by under Last Week

Part 13 of my third global warming science fiction novel “Last Week”Link to Part 01: “Back To Paradise Era”.

CHAPTER FOUR  MOROS 27

Wednesday, February 8, 2023, 8:23 A.M.

“So why did you come here?” Satoshi asked.

He was sitting at the breakfast table with Angel. They had slept well. And together.

“Why did I come here?” Angel said. “You offered to take me. Remember?”

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about,” Satoshi said. “Why did you come to our time? Why didn’t you stay in your 24th Century World?”

“I told you. To eat some hamburgers. Have fun in the Paradise Era. And solve global warming.” Angel said.

“But why? Remember, I know that you actually like your World better. I saw it with the Glaring Glasses. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t object in the least. I’m actually rather pleased you are here. But I’d like to understand,” Satoshi said.

“Okay,” Angel said. “Here’s the real story.”

Satoshi said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“I didn’t have a choice. It was Moros 27. He was forcing our hand. Somebody had to go on this mission. It was inevitable.” Angel explained.

“Who is Moros 27? Do people have numbers with their names in your World?” Satoshi asked.

“It’s not a person,” Angel said. “Have you ever heard of Moros?”

“No,” Satoshi said.

“You may be excused. He’s a very minor god.” Angel said.

“God? You have been forced into time travel by a god?” Satoshi asked.

“No. Listen. Moros is the name of a very minor god in Greek mythology. He is the personification of impending doom. He is a son of Nyx, who conceived him without male intervention. These Greek gods were born in this unusual manner all the time. You never heard of him?”

“So why does a minor Greek god force your time travel?”

“It’s just the name we gave to this major asteroid we discovered in 2322, a couple of months before I started my mission. It’s headed for Earth. Impact will be on July 17, 2327. That will be a major event, with some serious fireworks involved.”

“How big is that asteroid?”

“About 400 kilometers in diameter.”

“So that would be bad news?” Satoshi asked.

Angel didn’t answer. She went to a computer in the living room and navigated her browser to a simulation video on Youtube. It showed what would happen if an asteroid of that size hit Earth. Vaporized rock from the impact covered the whole Earth for about a year in that simulation video. The oceans would be dried out. All life would be exterminated.

“It is bad news,” Angel said. “It sure is.”

“So you came back to our Century to do something about that space rock?”

“Exactly,” Angel said.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Satoshi said.

“It’s very easy. After three centuries of tireless effort in cleaning up your mess, our generation has finally pulled it off. We were reasonably sure that we had stopped the global meltdown positive feedback spiral. Earth would not go the way of Venus! It took an enormous effort to get there,” Angel said. “And just when we finally celebrated that great news, we found out that we’d be fried a couple of years later anyway. Isn’t that the greatest joke in history?”

Angel was not smiling, though.

“So, what’s the point in stopping global warming by coming back to our Century for you? If that Moros 27 asteroid will destroy all life on our planet anyway, why bother?”

“That’s easy as well. That asteroid could be deflected, with three hundred years of advance warning, and the necessary space technology developed over that time. It would be another enormous effort, but it might be possible. But if global warming plays out as it will in real history, there won’t be any resources left to do that. We’ll barely win against our own stupidity, but we’ll lose to Moros 27,” Angel explained.

“So that explains why you’d want to come back to our Century. But where did you get that time machine? If you have technology to build a time machine, deflecting an asteroid or two should be easy in your World,” Satoshi said.

“That’s the weird part,” Angel said. “We didn’t build the time machine at all. We just found it, along with the Glaring Glasses. The time machine and the Glasses just appeared one night out of thin air right in the main office of my father, Emperor of the World Nathaniel Glyde. That office is guarded, and no human could have got in. And of course, no human could have built that time machine in the first place. There was a message attached to the time machine. One sheet of paper, with the destination. ‘New York Stock Exchange, below the fourth balcony from the right, 2023′. There was also a warning printed on that sheet that whoever got on that mission would have only one last week left to live, as a side effect of this one-way time travel. I have no clue how it could ever have worked. But it sure did. I’m back in 2023.”

“That explains things,” Satoshi said.

“Explains what?” Angel said.

“How you are taking it so easy on your mission. You don’t have a chance anyway. It would be extremely difficult to solve global warming in only one week. Clearly it must be impossible to get the space technology program for deflecting Moros 27 done as well in that short time frame. It’s completely hopeless. So you don’t need to take your mission too seriously,” Satoshi said.

“You still don’t understand what I can do,” Angel said. “I knew that part yesterday. I know what I’m doing. Trust me. I’ll get these two little problems solved in no time. Maybe I’ll start getting it done today. I have been doing quite well already on the most important part of my mission. Having some fun in the Paradise Era, thanks to your kind cooperation. I appreciate that very much.”

“You’re welcome. If I may say so, I actually enjoyed this 24th Century sex stuff a lot. I’ve been around the block a couple of times in that area, but I was quite impressed. I think we should cancel that part where you disappear after one week,” Satoshi said.

“I agree. Let’s cancel it,” Angel said. “Unfortunately, that part is out of our control. Can you promise me one thing?”

“What?” Satoshi asked.

“Promise me you won’t be looking when I disappear. I want to go right in this room, in my sleep. I’ll take some strong sleeping pills a couple of hours before my time runs out. And I want you to leave the apartment and only come back a couple of days later. I would really hate to disappear right before your eyes,” Angel said.

“I can do that,” Satoshi said. “I promise. I wouldn’t mind hanging around until the last second. But if you wish to leave alone, I promise to get out of the way.”

“Thank you,” Angel said. “Of course, in your World, people break promises all the time. Please don’t break this one. It’s important to me.”

“Trust me,” Satoshi said. “I won’t break any promise I make to you. So how about we get this mission of stopping global warming and the asteroid impact going now?”

“Not a bad idea,” Angel said. “Not bad at all. But I think it will be enough if I start after lunch today. Please think of some interesting way to entertain me this morning. I still want to have some more fun. And no sex involved. We’ll get back to that later.”

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