Chapter 3 - Then

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I warned the Coordinators for around a week now that something must be done. But no one listens to even a renowned mathematician and environmentalist in the world any more.

I guess I developed a reputation for being over-environmental, if that term even exists. If that term doesn't work, I could use the Dark Age term everyone else describes me as: treehugger.

And in a way I am a treehugger. I embrace the term.

But really, how could no one else notice the trees dying? The flowers wilting? The crops failing? If this continues, we will have a world food shortage.

"It's only been five months. The crops will be fine." they all say. Well, NO.

Think about it this way: our crops have not failed in over three years. Rain has come so regularly, it's as if we were controlling it(and we might be for all I know). The weather has been normal for every day, every week, every month, every year, for three years. So, yeah. I think I have a right to be worried.

Since no one else wants to take the initiative, I decided to do so for them.

I started researching. I researched what scientists predicted would happen to our world, the possible effects of oceanic aquaponics, controlled food, and so on. I expected to find positive results, since basically everything we do now is supposedly eco-friendly and beneficial for the environment. Ends up the key word in that sentence is expected. Because what I found stunned me.

I found nothing.

Nothing. In a world with supposedly unlimited access to everything, I found nothing. After staring at my computer, insistently retyping searches and demanding the computer give me information for an hour, this led me to the conclusion that someone, or a group, was hiding information for a reason. I made it my duty to find out why.

Maybe I am overreacting, but better safe than sorry.

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