I saw an interesting "For Sale" sign on the internet the other day and it caught my attention both for its humor and for its damned seriousness. A wake-up call perhaps?
The imaginary sign read:
"Used planet for sale: Great home for heat-loving organisms. Disclosure: Severe damage from infestation of techno-based, exothermic creatures."
It made me think about how very doomed we are as a species, in the coming 1,000 years or so, if we do not get our act together. And that "we" includes scientists, government policy wonks, world leaders, local leaders, newspaper editors, cli-fi novelists and me and you, of course.
So that "For Sale" sign above, which first went up in 2015 when an American writer named Tim Garrett posted it on his Twitter feed under the name of @xraymike79, resonates even more in 2017. I don't know about you, but I see us ambling along slowly, step by step, century by century, until the climate diviners turn out to have been right: we were doomed, doomed al along by the way we are hardwired to not look the truth in the face until it is too late, and by then, of course, it will have been too late.
What's your take on that "For Sale" sign? Does the humor work for you? Can you see what Tim Garrett was trying to say?
Or are we all just talking past each other, whistling past each otehr in the utter darkness, until the end of time?
Me? I'm an optimist. That's why I coined the cli-fi literary genre term as a platform for writers around the world to use for their storytelling. There's even a hashtag on Twitter for it now: #amwritingclifi