Welcome to the New Year, 2027. No, that's not a misprint.
Over the break I installed some new software on my desktop,
to tell me the wind movements in Cairo and Bogot‡,
as well as when daylight saving operates in Ulan Bator,
but now every time I go online the news from 2027 flashes
in front of me as a pop-up. Go with the flow, I say. Apparently
2027's a mixed bag.
Reading between the lines, (and leaving out the celebrity
gossip about people none of us have heard about yet)
it seems the West finally got savvy about greenhouse
gases not a moment too soon, (and, regrettably, too
late for large parts of Bangladesh), but luckily by
the time China and India were supposed to take up their
Kyoto share, in 2012.
The world's two largest democracies solidly threw their
weight behind climate change, and announced that they
would be going straight to the Fifth ERA Information
Revolution, that would incorporate the best and smartest
in techno fixes, and skip the wastrel stage altogether.
Whole cities were being designed from the ground up
to leave less ecological footprint than ever before.
While cars existed, they were able to sell to the West
hybrids that outperformed some of the more sluggish
Detroit versions, because they were designed to more
stringent legislated standards. Borrowing from these
urban planning efforts, and sometimes leading them,
in Australia we've had lots of building code redesign
and retrofitting, with entire suburbs required to give
houses northern street orientation for passive solar
design, R4 insulation subsidised, mums and dads selling
electricity from their sliver solar cells to the grid
(and making money), airconditioning carbon taxes, and
urban limits. Micro sewage works in each suburb supply
community gardens and provide street lighting (from
methane!).
Public transport has been revitalised, with light rail
circles feeding across and around town, prompted by
the 2010 Peak Oil Collapse. The Great Oil Depression
of 2011 hit hard and since 2020, a few lucky families
now go out in their petrol vintages on Sunday-drives.
(Try telling the kids you drove a petrol motor down
to the supermarket in 2007 for milk, and they won't
believe you.)
Yet, of all shortages, the big challenge has been water.
Southeast Queensland went dry in 2009, northern New
South Wales has been contending with a steady annual
temperature rise and rainfall drop, and Melbourne has
been on Stage Three from the Wednesday following the
Melbourne Cup for as long as anyone can remember. Some
people say successive governments left the water question
all too late, fearful of voter backlash about drinking
recycled water and paying premium prices for splashing
onto Kentucky blue lawns. There were grand madcap schemes
to bring in water from the Daintree, but....
When the Murray dried up in four places, and the algal
bloom of the Darling River showed how bad things could
get, there was a surge of support for the country's
leaders to do something more systematic. The biggest
surprise was the suggestion to redraw state boundaries
to follow watersheds and bioregions resource management.
Since 2017, the state of northeast Victoria (the capital
is Glenrowan!) has managed its quality education schooling
program by selling water rights to downstream buyers;
the Darling cotton industry went into voluntary "liquidation",
freeing up substantial amounts of fresh water, but there
is much to repair from a century of damage. Regrettably,
of the 639 Australian species listed as threatened with
extinction in 2007, only 105 remain. Along with environmental
action, there has been grief, and for others, disbelief.
There have been a few outstanding winners, like the
beleaguered town of Goulburn which, from an early time,
had pioneered water restrictions, now a national leader
in water-saving technologies and water management regimes.
It offers advice not just to metropolitan councils and
state governments, but to overseas buyers too, anxious
to stop the spreading deserts and empty dams.
The collapse of oil has especially hurt Australia.
It's meant that agriculture can no longer rely on expensive
fertilisers, nor send produce great distances. We've
started to grow and eat local, turning to the labour
intensive practices of organic and biodynamic farming.
This became a blessing in disguise, for a number of
reasons. Firstly, these types of farming saw an easing
of the saltification, acidification and desertification
of marginal lands. Secondly, many environmental refugees
from the Pacific Islands, and a long coastline of the
Indian subcontinent, their homes drowned by the rising
waters caused by climate warming, were now welcomed
in Australia for their contribution as a labour force
on farms. If our human rights record was still questionable,
at least this time we could see self interest apply.
The switch from agro-industry has also mirrored a flowering
of a diversified New Health system, based on disease
prevention, good food as first medicine, and teaching
hospitals where Bach Flower diagnosis, movement therapy,
garden therapy and service learning dovetail with our
technological achievements.
Few ordinary Australians travel overseas now. Avgas
became almost unavailable from 2010 on. Nowadays, the
adventurous join the 21st century sailing boats that
still take some minerals northwards. But compared to
the heyday of budget travelling, we can only think globally,
not travel there.
But wait! There's another pop-up. Dang machine. An
alternative future. I thought this was going to be only
one. Something wrong with the random generator here.
This pop-up says each capital city from the original
states has a quota of five nuclear power stations. Only
half were built, three were shut down within a year
because of technical defects in the much vaunted, but
untested, Generation Four design. The good news is that
synrock may actually be an answer to our nuclear waste
problem, perhaps by 2070 (and still counting from the
first promise made in 1979), and while we're confirming
that, nuclear waste continues to be stored under militarised
control. Roxby Downs continued to pump out one hundred
million litres of water per day for uranium mining,
without charge to the company, until the Great Artesian
Basin dried up.
ah, another pop-up. Nothing, after all, is certain.
The future is in our hands. Get ready for the changes
ahead. They're going to be a doozy. But oh, what a tale
we will have our grandchildren: how the world will be
saved. Not with a bang, but by community effort, the
goddess of small things done with love, and determination
unrivalled.
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