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Man, nature and time.

This trio has fought amongst themselves since the dawn of Earth. Nature building herself to be superior, the most adapted, only to surrender before time’s onslaught. Poor man was caught somewhere in the middle, struggling, faltering, under the genocide of two ultra-powers.

Now man was paying the price of this war, immobile in their domes, or as they preferred: The Greenhouses. Mother Nature was fighting, failing, to survive, and man was spiraling with her, an indicator of the imminent.

There was only one place left on Earth where man could walk freely and that was on the ruins of Kyoto. The Japanese had built the superior Greenhouse, and thus theirs had withstood the millennia. By the scientist’s calculations there was a total of 500 remaining years before Earth would reach “livable” conditions again.

The other domes had slowly withered away as Mother Nature did, somewhat behind. There was only a toehold left for plants and animals, that humans embraced anyways, in the last Greenhouse, one minute patch on the face of the Earth. But Nature, ever the survivor had anchored herself in the depths of the seas.

The pole also harbored life as the poles had returned to “livable” conditions, due to the excessive carbon dioxide and a relatively suitable temperature. So, man had “replanted” the Antarctic. Still there were five-hundred more years of torture for man.

Or was there?

Where to begin in this dome of sin, where the empires had crumbled, and the humans would soon fumble? Now it was time for the final test.

“Clouds! Clouds!” Someone bellowed in a relieved, awe-stuck voice. Clouds obscured the sun pushing the obsidian Greenhouse into sable darkness; solar panels had replaced nuclear power, at the price of direct sunlight.

What the residents were oblivious to was the concept of weather. Claps of thunder soon resounded, with brilliant bursts of lightning, unseen for roughly a millennia. The inhabitants gaped, as man would have upon observing a thunderstorm for the first time.

However, the situation quickly deteriorated; the storm grew worse, the Greenhouse shuddered and fluttered, trying to protect its inhabitants. Soon the storm peaked, the outer shell of the dome cracked; a jagged edge formed and shattered. Crystals rained down upon the inner dome; inspiring fear and terror amongst the populace. The inner dome held as the wind and metallic shards bore down.

As the eye passed over the residents sighed; relieved, the leaders began ordering the re-construction of the outer dome, effective immediately. They responded. As the eye finished its view of the carnage it winked and blasted on.

The winds picked up. The residents, caught surprised, quickly summarized that it was an aftershock, an insignificant aftershock. As the wind matured into a gale, the humans panicked and manically fled indoors. The storm peaked. Its winds howled, thunder screeched, and lightning speared the sky.

The humans, in their panic, had no time to properly re-seal themselves. The storm began ripping the various exits apart, to general dismay and disarray. Several humans, with their wits about them, ran for the oxygen masks, in hopes of repairing the dome. Yet some other, prostrated on green ground, and waited for their lungs to fail.

The few with their masks and wits on observed their not so distant fate. One removed his mask and attempted to save a dead child. All to no avail. Soon all was peaceful as the dome’s green grass flared the deepest shade of jade, a forgotten shade resurrected.

(Sequel to Human Warming- A Warning)

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