Friday, July 31, 2020

States of Change Chapter 27: Sunshine (Florida)

States of Change is an ongoing work of serial fiction.
The speculative story-line seeks to inspire thought on ethics, culture and our planet's future.

The year is 2076, decades after Oosa's defederalization. 
Fifty independent States have forged unique societies from revolutionary technology and ideology.




Beneath the mid-summer sun refugees stream North on the I-95 tarmac like so much flotsam and jetsam. Families huddle together amid cyclists with trailers, and grocery-cart vagabonds both alone and aligned for the day. Each bubble community chatters over the possible admission into one of the Florida highland tribes or, less likely, passage beyond the border wall to Georgia. Exhausted from pushing my cart as much as from the nervous cacophony of wishful thinking, I veer to the shoulder. On the overpass I park my cart alongside a modular barrier the color of month old orange peels. Under my battered umbrella I take in the sun scorched view to the East.

Maybe ten miles distant, beyond a myriad of makeshift rafts and ragged sailboats, I see the remains of launch structures jutting from the watery expanse of the drowned Kennedy Space Center complex.  Wispy shadows are all that remain of the Oosa space vision, now corroding in the swirls of aquamarine shallows and brown sandbars. I reminisce back to a time before twenty feet of ocean rise overwhelmed the eastern seaboard and more than half of the Sunshine State. In my youth only the most pessimistic imagined that the release of sequestered methane would change things so dramatically over the span of a single generation. Alas, the the laws of physics are a harem of harsh mistresses. Clad in the sheer fabrics of denial, science illiteracy and irrational civilization planning, the eternal harem seems to have turned on all of Earth with masochistic aplomb.

I remind myself there was a time when space exploration reigned as if in a dream. The frequent launches to explore space seemed to herald the epitome of human cooperation and curiosity. My VisAR confirms it was 56 years ago today that the Perseverance rover had launched from here to Mars to follow in the footsteps of so many earlier probes. So many promising destinations: Mars, Titan, Europa and Enceladus, each a distant world that had begun delivering bits and pieces of evidence that life existed beyond Earth's demesne. In due course, NASA, SpaceX, Blue Origin, and WSO squandered their resources and trillions of dollars on politically inspired manned missions. Eventually, economic reality steamrolled the space race over, smooth as a Flat Earther's wet dream. 

Tapping my VisAR, AI conspiracy theory touch-points from the wiki-reddit sphere overlay the ocean grave before me. Their spidery meta-links weigh on my psyche, but hard times leave little space for contemplating esoteric stories of cyber-insurgence. Thankfully, Brazilia and Chinese Ethiopia maintain the world's satellite grid now. No one bothers to speculate why the New Empire countries foot the bill for the fallen first world. So long as we have cloud access to prospective refugee routes, archived infotainment, including ARporn of course. Personally, I find my escape in the old 2D nature documentaries you can still find in the corners of the Wayback.  Occasionally, I'll bring up some of the fantasy films from the Plastic Era. Space opera trilogies, planetary colonization serials, and Simulated Universe sagas take the edge off refugee subsistence. 

My VisAR blinks red, so I remove the headset and place it in my cart's child-seat. The solar charger will need a couple hours to juice up. It's for times like this that I keep a treebook in my stash handy as a backup. The cover is more than a bit ragged, exchanged a dozen times while I squatted in the Hills of Hobe Sound for the past decade. Still, the brown stained pages feel substantial in my hands. And Heinlein's classic Have Space Suit -- Will Travel is just what the doctAR ordered. 

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