One of the things that keeps me up at night: my great grandchildren coming of age in a world in which they must spend most of their lives indoors and wear protective clothing and masks every time they leave the protection of environmentally sealed homes.
Telecommuting, videoconferencing, and virtual reality dominate human interaction because travel is too cumbersome and expensive. Climate changes have left almost no region prepared for the weather it experiences, and cities don’t have the money to adapt.
Those who have a rich and nuanced online social life – and regular access to the power grid – don’t complain much, and many no longer bother trying to overcome the challenges of meeting people in the real world. They meet, date, and mate with perfect partners in the spectacle of a virtual world.
Those who have never grown accustomed to living online complain bitterly. Some still manage to make a lot of money, but they are isolated. Those less educated consume what electronic entertainment they can barely afford, survive in what amounts to small villages, spend more time than they should outside, and become gravely ill at a young age.
Environmentalists continue the war they lost years ago. Scientists see no solution on Earth, but the grand plan for large extraterrestrial colonies is moving slower than anyone hopes: political infighting, financing issues, transport mishaps, design flaws, unfair selection processes.
Global population is on the decline but the percentage of birth defects and stillborn babies continues to rise.
I am long dead and happy to be so. So are my children. My grandchildren are dying. They refused to shut themselves away when the warnings started. They rode their bikes, played tennis, and swam, making themselves believe the poison wasn’t real. They married smart, attractive mates who felt the same way. Now they are trying to figure out how, in the chaos that is the economy, to plan for their children who will be without parents before they reach the age of 18.
My great grandchildren consider themselves environmentalists despite being all too comfortable online. They are avid readers of outdoor literature and resent that their parents and grandparents did not prevent the cataclysm.
That’s how they think of it. One day the world was pristine and people could go outside and run and swim and play sports. Then their parents’ and grandparents’ generations ruined it all. It’s fuzzy in their minds because the history books give either a full and depressingly unreadable account of the facts, or they oversimplify it with generalizations and half truths.
They certainly don’t think back as far as their great grandparents. They don’t question what we did and didn’t do. They don’t know that while some of us took personal responsibility for the environment – voting for environmentally-aware candidates, recycling religiously, turning down our thermostats, cutting back on energy and water use – we did not take to the streets until it was too late.
Only when it is nearly time to get up for work does the mind calm down, do I rest in peace.
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