The final mayor of Portland, Oregon, stood on a hill, bundled towards a chilly June breeze. Her identify was Wilhelmina Nansen, and he or she was watching the primary day of the demolition of her metropolis. Within the distance, the Cascades blocked the horizon with a mass of snow and ice, punctuated by the jagged spire of Mount Hood. Nearer handy, a fleet of bulldozers puffed smoke into air that hadn’t seen such air pollution in centuries.
The smoke was for present, staged for the hovering holocams and their not-so-stalwart operators, safely ensconced in Tri-V studios someplace within the New Temperate Zone of Brazil or Zaire. These folks didn’t need to put on parkas in June and weren’t about to danger chilblains witnessing in individual a narrative they may extra comfortably cowl from a distance.
The smoke had been the mayor’s thought, and as she watched the enormous bulldozers belch it, she was pleased with her inspiration — so long as the wind didn’t shift. These fumes could be poisonous to something that breathed, but when the wind stayed from the southwest, there was nothing downwind that mattered. Nothing however polar bears and Arctic hares, and there have been loads of polar bears. What actually mattered wasn’t the smoke; it was the carbon dioxide going up with it, because the bulldozers chewed their manner by means of tidy rows of plastic homes.
Not that they had been really bulldozers. They had been automated incinerators that existed solely to destroy, powering themselves from their intensely sizzling fires as they searched out homes, roads, factories and deserted landfills to burn — something that held a wealthy retailer of carbon. Technically, they had been referred to as Save the Carbon Items (Cell), or SCUMs for brief. The identify was a poke within the eye to the acronym-happy vocabularies of the individuals who’d received her metropolis into this bother so many generations earlier than. She was pleased with that, too, although she doubted anybody else caught the irony.
For weeks to come back, the bulldozers — for thus Mayor Nansen couldn’t assist however consider them — would proceed to work in what had as soon as been a high-class residential space, braving the very snout of the glacier to free as a lot carbon as doable earlier than it disappeared beneath the ice. However beginning tomorrow, there could be no smoke. There was no sense poisoning the planet if this challenge proved profitable sufficient to be launched elsewhere on a bigger scale.
All the idea was her thought, one she’d pushed at each science conferences and mayoral conferences for greater than a decade. Lastly, exasperated, she’d persuaded town council to raid the street-repair finances to fund this demonstration. “In ten years, there received’t be any streets,” she’d argued. “Let’s give the world one thing to recollect us by.”
To her shock, the council agreed. On the time, Portland nonetheless had 75,000 residents, and funds had been out there. Immediately, she’d have been begging for a grant from a federal authorities so afraid of creating one other mistake that it not had the need to do something.
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The demise of her metropolis had began innocently sufficient centuries in the past with the invention that otherwise-unrecyclable plastics could possibly be moulded into park benches. On the time, there being solely a restricted want for park benches, that was principally a curiosity. Then Hurricane Xanthe blew salt water practically as far up the Mississippi as Memphis, Tennessee. Local weather-change deniers had been caught promoting off beachside trip houses. A robust senator constructed an enormous berm round his personal coastal residence. He claimed it was a privateness display, however a staffer leaked tapes of him haranguing the development firm about the necessity to transfer quick, earlier than “the following Xanthe” washed his total property off the map. Even essentially the most conservative voters had been compelled to confess international warming was actual.
Lowering emissions was the primary precedence, however that was adopted by discovering methods to take away carbon dioxide from the air and sequester it from ever returning. There was discuss of making chemical factories to do that, however nature had lengthy had its personal course of. The one downside was that biomass ultimately rotted, releasing its captured carbon again into the air. That, nonetheless, could possibly be prevented, and shortly every little thing from pulp timber to straw, corn stalks and garden clippings had been being transformed into plastic constructing supplies that might by no means decay. Not park benches, however lumber, pavement, roofing and anything anybody may think about.
It took a long time, nevertheless it labored. International warming stopped, then reversed. Sea ranges dropped and politicians returned to their grandparents’ seaside estates. Bioplastics turned the norm for just about all kinds of building.
No one thought of the opportunity of overshoot till the glaciers began to advance. Even then, they had been gradual to appreciate the trigger, not to mention take steps to cope with it: an ideal mirror of how their ancestors had been gradual to react to international warming earlier than Hurricane Xanthe.
Mayor Nansen remembered, as a baby, watching Anchorage go beneath the ice. Quickly it was Juneau’s flip, then Seattle’s, whereas within the heartland, ice sheets forming in Manitoba and Labrador unfold south with sufficient momentum to frighten the residents of Ohio and even Kentucky. Nansen herself wasn’t afraid of chilly — her ancestors got here from Greenland and Baffin Island and he or she appreciated to imagine antifreeze was in her blood. However when the College of Washington closed down and Portland State turned the West Coast’s northernmost establishment of upper training, she returned to high school for a grasp’s diploma in glaciology.
Undergraduate minors in historical past and sociology had already made her a believer within the pendulum idea of human progress. Overshoot, undershoot; overshoot, undershoot. That was the conventional state of human affairs. It was hardwired into the human psyche to not react till the pendulum had moved to date out of equilibrium that everybody acknowledged the looming disaster … after which pushed it too far the opposite manner. Her research additionally satisfied her that politics, not academia, was the path to salvation, so she devoted herself to shifting up the ladder as quick as doable earlier than the place she’d chosen to name residence turned nothing however a sheet of ice.
She was additionally a fan of previous films. Someday, at a movie pageant, she watched in awe as a nineteenth-century steam locomotive — already an anachronism on the time it was filmed — curdled the air with a plume of black smoke. What if all of that soot had been really carbon dioxide? she’d questioned, and the SCUM challenge had been born.
Now, one among her brainchildren extruded a backhoe and commenced to dig, as its carbon sensors detected a subterranean supply of the all-important component. Moments later it unearthed the primary in a succession of ebony packing containers.
She gasped because the machine plucked coffins out of the earth and fed them into its maw, as simply as a farmer would possibly hoe potatoes. Then she grunted. “Voice notice,” she stated, activating her new, all-metal, guaranteed-no-plastic private recorder. “Any longer, all funerals must be by cremation.”
In spite of everything, each little bit of carbon made a distinction.
Till the pendulum swung too far and her great-to-the-nth grandchildren needed to repeat the cycle yet again.