Pretty Much a Disaster
The Dragon Lady continued speaking.
“But wait!” I said dramatically, “There’s more! Why do they want our land?”
It was NOT lost on the crowd that I said “our” land. Everyone there knew that I held the deed. It was MY land, not theirs. but I didn’t think so. It was OURS. Then I mentioned Reggie and Mary.
“They are Economic refugee’s from Water Town,” I said. “They were priced out of their jobs and their home. They had to leave. They were lucky. They had a boat. They had a place to live.”
The townspeople were puzzled. What did a boat have to do with anything?
“Something is causing ‘big money’ to move,” I told the townspeople. “I’ve done some checking on the internet. I have some pretty savvy people who know about this kind of thing and they helped with the research. A great deal of property along the coasts, in fact all of the property below three hundred feet vertical elevation above sea level, is being sold. Some of the most expensive real estate in the country if not in the entire world, is being sold for a fraction of it’s book value. If you want a marvelous deal on seafront property anywhere in the country on any sea coast and many rivers, nows the time. It’s a fire-sale,” I said.
Tommy’s father had worked in real estate much of his life. He was puzzled. “What in the world could make everyone on the coast leave. It’s like they’ve fleeing a storm.”
“Flood,” I said. “Global flood. The sea level is rising.”
Everyone looked at each other in embarrassment. They’d heard the Greenies whining forever. The environmental movement and Global Warming had been predicting disaster for decades. It hadn’t happened.
“I know what you are all thinking. You think that’s crazy talk. I’d agree with you except,” I looked at them and smiled sadly, “Antarctica is melting.”
A theatre size video screen appeared before us. It showed a side view of Antarctica as seen from the International Space Station. At that point in it’s orbit, the ISS was at 40 degrees south. The view was to the south. Parts of the continent of Antarctica was glowing a dull red,
much like lava,
and smoking,
much like lava.
I continued, “One of our young geeks is an internet pen pal with one of the ISS astronauts. This was sent to him entirely sub rosa, it’s a personal video. The powers that be are playing it close to the vest and not releasing anything officially. I imagine they want to prevent panic, right?”
I sneered. “They want time to unload threatened real estate while there’s still someone to buy it is why. They’ve been playing chiken little for a long time. They’ve discredited the very IDEA of global warming. Now it’s happening, or at least the Antarctic is melting, and no one will believe it without solid proof. They’re hiding the proof.”
I continued, “The ice is melting. Who knows, it may all melt. The people in position to know are certainly acting like they expect it to. They’re acting like they expect the sea level to rise, and soon. They’re acting like they expect the coasts everywhere to flood.”
“How high IS the watah momma?” Captain just couldn’t resist. Everyone had been very tense. They chuckled a bit.
“That’s a very good question. Oddly enough all the government tidal stations went off line,” I said, “world wide, there’s not been a real time measurement available on the internet for weeks.”
“They won’t be able to continue covering it up much longer. Eventually something will happen and the news media will be forced to take notice. There is very little time left before the story is going to break wide open
“How high is it likely to reach?” Chad asked.
“I did some research. Some ‘scientists’ have estimated in the past that if all the ice on Antarctica were to melt the oceans would rise by 250 foot. To put that into perspective, consider Memphis Tennessee. Its elevation is also 250 foot,” I said.
“The increased water level moves inland along the rivers too. All the river deltas, all the river flood plains, many of the river cities,” I stopped, why belabor the obvious?
“I never did like Houston,” someone in the crowd muttered, “but this is a bit much. You said Memphis? That’s not all that far south of here is it? Four hundred miles maybe?”
“I honestly can’t say I’ wouldn't be unhappy to see DC drowned,” someone else said, “nor NYC for that matter, but...”
“It will be pretty much a disaster,” I agreed.
To Be Continued
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