The Human Greenhouse Effect (Expanded)

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My Present

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Written by Chris

Thursday, 13 December 2007

The Human Greenhouse Effect I’m not crazy, I’m not. No need to help me, I haven’t crossed the bounds into irrationality, so no need to pull me back. This world that’s been created for me cannot replace where the one that made all my childhood memories possible. What can replace that world?

I’m a victim of my arrogant and ignorant race, and its marvelously worse leaders. Somehow they expect me to live here. My daughter thinks that the whole world is this hemisphere that you’ve created. Oh how long I’ve waited for your predictions to come true. All it has done is filled me with spite and rue. Every year I watch, as you have to install an improved gauge, with far more digits.

Who’d have thought my life would be controlled by a temperature gauge? Who would have believed it so. But I’m perfectly well, there’s no need to worry, it’s all planned out. I know how to defeat my foe. It’ll only require a step outside, into this barren landscape you’ve created.

I could kill us all, but what would that prove? We’re not the only ones controlled by this gauge. Oh how cruel that would be? What would it matter, this isn’t the only one, there are far more, no need to cause fear where it is not due.

But I hope you see the suffering you’ve inflicted on my family. For without you, this marvelous escapade wouldn’t even be plausible. What does it matter, no one cares what the logical mind feels, that’s why we’re here; isn’t it? No need to join me on this desolate path back to my world, the uncorrupt world.

As I reach my exit and my end, I hope you realize what can be caused in these inhumane conditions. I know my family will understand, assuming you don’t ruin my longing. I know this plan will allow my ignorant leaders a glimpse into the inner-working of the minds of the few who remain sane, sane enough to know the cure. So farewell my family, do not dwell over my death, you know where the blame resides.

"What happened to Daddy?" a little girl asked her mother.

"He went out of the dome," the teary-eyed mother responded.

"Why did he do that?" the daughter asked again.

"He remembers the world, it's enough for anyone to want to go back outside," the mother wept.

"Don't worry mommy, I won't go crazy," the daughter consoled. The mother wept harder at this. She looked up at the transparent dome she was under. She saw the sun and the lack of clouds and somewhere up there was the ozone. Somewhere.

She looked around the grass covered dome that the leaders and scientist called the Greenhouse. The mother looked out beyond the dome and saw the derelict landscape. It reminded her of the far-away place she had known as the Sahara. She looked at the outside temperature gauge. 210 degrees centigrade. Five more than last year.

She hated it. The smell was awful, there was no wind, no rain, no weather. There was nothing they could do. Nothing. No one could find the cure for their corrupted world. No one.

Copyright 2007 Chris

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