I Would Wish I didn’t
I will be turning 100 in 2096. That’s 77 years from now.
In 2096, our planet would still be a sphere, as blue as ever.
But everything on it would have changed. Including myself — with little to no hair, wrinkled skin, and a dozen of grandkids flocking at my feet.
While the mental image of little versions of my children is welcoming, there would be one universal change none of us welcomes — but eventually learn to live with. That change would (obviously) be none other than the massive and dramatic blow to our planet’s climate.
If I lived a hundred years, I would witness what is forced upon the younger generations by the leaders of today. I would witness the aftermath of a complete violation of inter-generational justice.
My children and grandchildren will be forced to make drastic lifestyle changes — because we’ve consumed their resources already, for our lavish way of life.
When I’m 100, the planet would have heated by an equivalent of 11 billion atomic bombs.
Most cities that boast economic returns and towering structures would be uninhabitable. Millions of people would go in search of ‘greener pastures’ — only to realize that there are none.
Chicago, Delhi, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Shanghai among others, will be too hot to set foot on. They already are, heating the people up like frogs in a slow boiling pot of water.
Survival mechanisms like climate-controlled dome cities will become mainstream.
The rich, as always, will thrive in domes.
But lock the poor out.
Their screaming conscience will be silenced with lies — somewhere along the lines of “I have no choice, God will provide for the poor, this is survival of the fittest.”