Are there still flights to Miami?
"No, sir. These planes were fully booked a week ago. You can reserve a seat for three weeks from now..."
"Or are there any left in Australia?"
Five weeks later.
Brasília? Santiago?
"Yes, these countries have all suspended air transport now, and we no longer have routes connecting us..."
The ticket seller shrugged, showing no recourse to the customer in front of him.
The customer exclaimed "God!" several times, then continued to inquire about other locations.
The scene at each ticket window was much the same: it was packed with people, each with a look of panic, all desperate to buy a ticket out of Washington, specifically a ticket south.
Sam walked past the queues with his plane ticket in hand, glancing at his destination.
New York.
To the northeast of Washington, D. C.
Unlike these people who were trying every means to go south, he wanted to go north.
"Hey, sir, please take a look, please take a look..."
Sam had barely heard those words and hadn't even reacted when a flyer was shoved into his hand. The person handing out the flyers then turned and went off to find their next target without looking back.
After confirming that his ticket hadn't been stolen, Sam stood still, took out the flyer, and glanced at it.
This is a flyer that looks like a newspaper, still smelling of fresh ink. It looks like it was just printed recently, and you can even feel its warmth.
Heavy snowfall in New Delhi will be a key turning point in global climate change.
The massive hailstorm in Tokyo has indicated that global climate will continue to deteriorate, prompting several countries to declare a state of emergency.
[Please head south. Please stock up on your cold-weather supplies, food, water, radio, and batteries.]
The leaflet contained a lot of information in the form of news, including some current affairs news that was blocked abroad, as well as a list of supplies to be stockpiled, a list of ways to keep warm in the cold, and precautions for extreme cold weather in the future.
Sam looked at the contents, he couldn't help but recall his father's previous instructions.
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a voice behind him again.
" Sam?"
He immediately turned around and saw Laura and Brian, who were preparing to go with him to the academic competition.
"You're here too, shall we board now?" Sam quickly put away the flyer in his hand, shoved it into his pocket, and then put his hands in his pockets as well, his eyes darting around, looking somewhat uneasy.
Laura smiled, nodded, and said, "Let's go to the waiting area now."
The three followed the signs and walked along the road, surrounded by people hurrying by, dragging large and small bags.
"They all look like they're heading south?" Brian said.
Sam's eyes were fixed on Laura out of the corner of his eye as he absentmindedly said, "Yes, there's a long line at the ticket window, um... much longer than usual."
Laura looked at the family members around her and felt a little uneasy. "Hopefully nothing bad will happen next."
After the group sat down, Brian continued, "Climate disaster is impossible. There's no precedent to suggest that something so terrible will happen. I'm more inclined to believe what's being said on TV; it's more likely a political campaign against us."
As Brian spoke, he pointed to the television in the boarding area, which was playing Becker's latest speech.
call--
Sam covered his face.
Why are these guys everywhere?
International Space Station.
The three astronauts are currently on rest and are free to do as they please.
Parker was exercising on the equipment when his headset suddenly connected to a communication device.
" Parker, this is Houston. Your return trip has been canceled."
Parker stopped moving, adjusted his headset, and asked in confusion:
Why? Is it because of the weather?
"No, bad weather would only delay your return, but now it's canceled, and you may have to wait a while to return."
"Um... okay, can you tell me why?"
The Houston staff paused, as if seeking instructions, before finally saying, "The situation on the ground is a bit complicated right now. All we can tell you is that in the near future, another space station may appear near your orbit."
"Another space station?" Parker heard
At this point, I almost thought I had misheard. "You mean, other countries on Earth are launching new space stations?"
"Yeah, that's roughly the idea."
"Also, the weather conditions on the ground seem to be quite unstable during this period. Please keep a close eye on things while you stay up there, and send back any unusual situations or information as soon as possible..."
The Houston staff member finished speaking in one breath before finally ending the call.
Then he couldn't help but turn to his colleague next to him and ask.
"Really? They're going to 'conjure' a space station in space?"
His colleague gave him a puzzled look and said, "How should I know? If I knew, I wouldn't be sitting next to you right now."
"Anyway, they've already applied for the orbit, so there's nothing we can do but keep an eye on it."
domestic.
Meteorological information from all over the world was reported through international lines, and then traveled through Spacetime Tunnel to the supercomputer that Wandering Spacetime, gradually building up a global meteorological model.
The corresponding results are also transmitted back to the Day After Tomorrow Spacetime timeline through the Spacetime Tunnel.
Zhang Tianyuan looked at the large red warning map on the screen, sighed, and turned to Elder Zhong, saying, "Now is the last chance."
Elder Zhong was also staring blankly at the screen, sighed, "Yes, this is the last chance."
"Then let's begin the final step of the plan."
"I have no objection."
The two exchanged a glance and quickly relayed the instructions to the Mutual Aid Society and various domestic organizations.
"All shelters must immediately enter evacuation status, close all main entrances and exits, strictly control escape routes, and conduct a final inspection of shelter equipment for potential hazards..."
The instructions were quickly relayed to thousands of shelters across the country.
The air defense facilities inside the mountains, deep in the desert, and in various cities quickly became busy.
Seeing the staff members around them pacing around unusually and looking tense, many people in the shelter had their own guesses.
"Comrade, is there any new instruction?"
"Are you closing down?"
Everyone asked questions in a panic.
Soon, staff members came over with a Horn to explain to them:
"The door will close in five minutes. Everyone, please return to your seats..."
"Emergency Order: Due to the increasingly severe global climate situation, we are certain that we are approaching a critical point of a major climate catastrophe. After assessment by the expert group, it has been decided that the evacuation plan will be officially launched. Everyone is requested to return to the shelter and not move around unnecessarily."
"Keep quiet, don't panic! We have rice and oil in our shelter. We're just hiding for a while; we won't starve or suffocate!"
With constant official announcements Horn Horn and announcements from staff, shelters across the country gradually returned to calm.
The people had actually gotten used to life in the shelters over this period of time, but now that they were about to close, they couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
Many people rushed to the gate and watched as the heavy, insulated gate slowly closed with the "click-clack" of gears turning.
From then on, the shelter became an almost completely enclosed space.
"It's okay, we'll definitely get through this." xS12
"When will the catastrophe come, comrade...?"
"I don't know either, but it's hailing in Tokyo right now, and Hawaii was hit by that Hurricane Noorie. I heard the damage was huge. We're starting to close off again now, so I guess it should be soon?"
Being in a confined space, it seemed that there was nothing else to do besides turn on the lights and chat.
But just then, a few people emerged from inside the shelter, carrying small Horn:
"Everyone's gone to the small square; the Mutual Aid Society is showing movies, documentaries, and programs there."
"Everyone's gone to the small square..."
Hearing the shout, the crowd hesitated for a moment, then quickly headed towards the small square.
For most Chinese people, movies are still a novelty these days, and they only watch them a few times a year.
Moreover, I heard that the movie being shown is from another timeline, and it has special effects; the explosions look just like real ones.
Scotland.
Hedland Meteorological Observation Center.
Dennis pushed the door open and brought the latest news. "The evacuation plan has been activated, and all shelters in the Northern Hemisphere have been closed."
Professor Rapson and his Black assistant turned to look at him.
Finally, the professor slowly said, "We've also received the latest news: the buoys on the George Coast are not malfunctioning."
"Uh..." Dennis froze, "So the seawater temperature really did drop by 13 degrees?"
The professor nodded.
"And that's not all," the Black assistant pointed to the screen, "The sea temperature is dropping in more than one place now."
Dennis walked over and immediately noticed that four buoys on the computer screen were flashing alarms.
"These buoys are located almost throughout the entire North Atlantic Ocean..."
Professor Rapson, holding a cup of coffee, said, "Yes, as we've seen, the waters of the North Atlantic Ocean are undergoing unprecedented changes, and at a terrifying speed that we never imagined."
"I think we no longer need to verify whether those three buoys were malfunctioning; we can directly declare that the theory of climate catastrophe is completely correct."
The worst has still happened!
The three of them found chairs and sat down together.
Before the situation deteriorated completely, they were worried about this and that.
The situation could no longer be worse, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Dennis suddenly remembered the message he had just received and quickly repeated, "All shelters are now closed."
Professor Rapson remained calm. "I already know this news; I just heard it over the phone."
"Should we continue to hold out here? The situation is likely to get worse; it's been snowing heavily outside all day. This might be our last chance..."
"Don't worry, Dennis." The professor gave a calm smile, still holding the cup of hot coffee in both hands. "I already said on the phone that someone will be picking us up; the convoy is on its way."
Dennis clenched his fist. "That's good."
"Wait quietly, Dennis."
The room quickly fell silent. Everyone sat in their chairs, lost in thought. Apart from the howling wind and snow outside the window, there was no other sound. The only light sources in the room were the dim lamplight and the lit computer screen, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
I don't know how much time passed.
"Are they really coming?" The Black assistant, unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, walked to the door to listen to what was happening outside.
As soon as he stood up, the other two also became uneasy and stood up as well. Dennis walked to the door and then put his ear to it.
Professor Rapson composed himself and tried to reassure his two assistants. "Be patient, they'll be here..."
The other two had no choice but to walk back from the doorway.
"I have another bottle of whiskey. Would you like to try some?" Professor Rapson took a bottle of whiskey from the bookshelf, and then pulled three glasses from behind a book.
The other two shrugged and walked over.
The three glasses of wine had just been poured and hadn't even been finished when they heard a noise coming from the doorway.
Bang! Bang!
Two times.
The poor door was completely torn down, and the wind and snow poured into the house.
Then a white soldier wearing an exoskeleton and a glass mask walked in from outside, and what came into view were three people who were about to toast.
"Um... I knocked twice, you probably didn't hear me, but I don't think now is the time for drinking."
The white soldier from the Wandering Spacetime glanced at the three men's hands strangely, seemingly gesturing for them to put down their glasses.
"Alright, then we won't drink. But I'd like to take this 12-year-old whisky with us." With that, Professor Rapson collected the glasses from the other two and poured them back into the bottle.
The soldier had no objection to his actions and looked directly at the miniature computer on his arm, pulling up the mission data.
He compared the photo on the screen with the three people in front of him. "Professor Rapson and your two assistants, is that right?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for your continued dedication. I have been sent to receive you, and you will be taken to Scotland Shelter No. 97 to reunite with your families."
The soldier saluted and then looked inside the house.
"Is there anything else you need to take? Just important items. Basic necessities are fine; the shelter has brand new ones."
Professor Rapson glanced around, and after a brief moment of thought, he picked up the bottle of whiskey in his hand. "The important data has already been moved, now all we have is this bottle of whiskey."
The soldier smiled, took the bottle of whiskey, and joked, "Well, 12-year-old whiskey is definitely important."
"Let's go..."