In truth, Whitney felt compassion for Geoff. Climate change was obviously real, though everyone was trying their best to ignore it. Something about the impossible fact that life was changing, and fast, made it preferable to talk about Instagram, wine varietals, snacks. The strategy Geoff shared with many of his co-workers at Google—buy a luxury doomsday bunker and prepare for the hordes of starving climate refugees by making sure your bunker was fortified and impossible to access—was both immoral and disgusting, but was it worse than ignoring the looming collective fate? This was something Whitney found it hard to discuss with her friends.
Five years ago—even two years ago—it seemed as if something was going to change, someone was going to find a solution. Scientists. World leaders. But as wildfires spread and glaciers melted, Whitney felt as if everyone just stopped processing. It was too horrible. Whitney admired the millennial millionaires for at least accepting the truth and making a plan, no matter how selfish.
Geoff was talking about “ecological burgers,” made from an “epic meat substitute.” Whitney made encouraging noises as they neared the turnoff for The Park, which was, in fact, a park on the surface but a sprawling world underground. Geoff fell silent, fingering his goatee as he surveyed the expanse of grass stretching before them.
“There’s nothing here,” said Geoff.
“The entire complex is underground,” said Whitney. She cut her eyes to him, to see his reaction.
He raised his eyebrows and pursed his chapped lips, impressed.
“So no exterior walls,” continued Whitney. “Instead, there is a series of tunnels and steel doors.”
“Steel doors,” he said, eyes narrowing.
“Concrete and steel blast doors,” she elaborated. “They can withstand any catastrophic natural disaster or man-made event.”
It was hard not to wonder, as Whitney put the Tesla in park, whether this could possibly be true. The nature of disaster preparedness was so weird, as no one actually knew which disaster to be scared of. Steel doors, for example, weren’t going to help with anthrax. Fifty years of gourmet freeze-dried foodstuffs, which a nearby project promised, weren’t going to fix a bad marriage.
Whitney made her voice bright. “Justwaituntil you see the pool, Geoffrey,” she said. “They even have technology to turn the sky above it from day to night!”
“I’m not a super pool party person,” said Geoffrey, looking unsure. He reminded Whitney of her son, Xavier, in that moment.
As if conjured from her heart, Whitney’s phone chirped. “Pardon me,” she said.
“My time is valuable,” said Geoff. She’d heard this exact statement from other young men who worked in tech…was there a workshop?
“I’m well aware,” said Whitney, stopping short of apologizing.
Geoff reached into the Yeti cooler, opened a second Red Bull. He looked pointedly at his wristwatch, sighing. Whitney, who had to study these things, knew it was a limited edition Carrera Calibre 1887 SpaceX chronograph watch, designed by Elon Musk. She smiled at Geoff, as if impressed. And then she answered her phone.
“Mom?” said Xavier. His voice was reedy, too high. “Mom?” he said again.
“Yes, honey?” she said. “What is it?”
“There’s a big problem,” said Xavier. “Mom! We’re in trouble, Mom! It’s Charlie!”
Whitney touched her fingertips to her forehead. Charlie was a bit naïve, not nearly as street-smart as her own children. He was…ordinary. Whitney doubted Charlie had anything to do withwhat had happened on the greenbelt,but if he’d done anything to harm Xavier—or Xavier’s rocket ship of a future—Whitney would have to act fast. There was no question that she would protect her son.
“What is it?” she said, her mind turning, readying for battle. “What did Charlie do?”
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Annette is an American!
LET’S PARTY!
You’re invited to a pool party where we will celebrate
Annette Fontenot,
our favorite new American citizen!
WHEN?
June 4, from sixp.m.to???
WHERE?
