I need(*) $120k USD & a stupid amount of additional funds for taxes, restoration, and fancyin' up an abandoned asylum halfway between Duluth & the Twin Cities for my cult.
Gib me money and you can survive the #ClimateWars with me in a #haunted af building.
You’d think that by 2023 we would have had it figured out.
I mean, all the old movies and tv shows seemed to believe that at this point we would have flying cars.
It really couldn’t be further from the truth. In a world where we were supposed to have it all, we’ve completely lost the plot. It’s more of a 1984 world than it is a Jetsons world–and that is probably an understatement.
I know we’ve used up all of our luck, and I can see places where it is clear we have faltered. What else is there to do but bide our time waiting for the water wars? Climate change is… climate changing. It’s only a matter of time now, isn’t it?
We’re too far gone.
There’s nothing we can do aside from prepare and brace for impact.
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I sighed, closed the old, dusty journal, grabbed my gas mask and supplies, and prepared to head out into the hellscape the world had become.
“You clever girl,” I thought to myself. “You never knew how correct you would turn out to be.”