Bab 14: Chapter 13

'Boy, I need a haircut.' Conor whispered to himself. He was at his cosy home, making a cup of coffee in the morning of a very hot summer day. The thought of a haircut popped suddenly into his mind as if someone had planted it in there just now.

Two weeks had gone by since Conor had the last meeting at NASA, and he hasn't gone back since. Several emails and phone calls had been made intended for him, but he never responded to any of them.

It was partly disappointing for him to know the fact that such people like Mr. Brad actually works at NASA. They are supposed to be geniuses but why did they present such callous suggestions. Conor wondered how they had the ability to fathom the fact that their plan would kill several million people.

Anyways, Conor downed his coffee like how a sad man would down his beer and then proceeded to get dressed before heading out to the barbershop.

Now, it wasn't that Conor had done nothing to find out a solution for the climatic issue. He had been ransacking his brain to find out ways to tackle the issue without involving the matter of killing a few million people. Alas, all his thinking did not bear any result as he was still pretty clueless about what to do.

After a short 5-minute drive, Conor reached the barbershop and went inside. The barber indicated to Conor to sit down as he was attending to another customer. Conor sat down on a chair but soon moved to another one that was closer to the air conditioning as he was feeling hot.

This move sparked an idea. What if people were to migrate to places closer to the pole where it will be potentially cooler? Conor took a moment to think about it and thought it over. Well, it might actually work.

Without saying another word, he rushed out of the barbershop and entered his car before speeding towards the NASA office.

At NASA, Ms. Everett had been nice enough to gather the audience in the conference room. Mr. Atlas was pleased to see Conor again but the other three didn't look pleased.

'So, changed your mind?' Mr. Brad asked Conor.

'I'll never accept those nonsense suggestions that you guys came up with, you know that very well. Mr. Atlas, I have something to say. I may have found a solution.' Conor said. Mr. Atlas looked surprised while the other three had a knowing look. Noticing that she shouldn't be involved in this conversation, Ms. Everett left the room to continue her work.

'I propose that we move the population to places closer to the pole. It's cooler there and crop cultivation might be possible.' Conor said.

'Explain, please.' Mr. Atlas commented.

'I happen to know that the places closer to the equator is hotter. Even though sea levels had risen, places nearer to the poles will be much cooler compared to the ones around the equator. If we can manage to move our population to those places, we might be able to start again from scratch and grow back.' Conor explained.

'How reliable is this idea?' Mrs. Fox asked.

'Zero, I just had the thought, I haven't done any research on it yet.' Conor answered. All three of them smirked.

'How can you know it will work?' Mr. Brad asked while still smirking.

'Well, we don't have any other choice. It's our only shot. Plus, it comes with a bonus too. Nobody is killed in this plan.' Conor said. The others stopped smirking and looked as if they just got insulted.

'Okay, I trust you. But please do your research and gather data to see if your plan will actually work or not. Tell me how NASA can assist you, please.' Mr. Atlas said.

'Well, sir. I would need some research privilege and facilities. I think I will target to research on population, biologics, zoology, plantation, et cetera. I need some more hands. Oh, and a few simulation tests probably.' Conor explained.

'Alright, I will arrange for everything you need. Please make good use of this chance. Thank you and see you again.' Mr. Atlas replied with a smile. Conor smiled back and left the room. He went into the car park, entered his car, started the engine and went into the road. He was driving calmly, thinking about the research he needed to do when suddenly;

BOOM.

Conor felt a huge force pushing him to the side. He felt the gravity shift and a loud bonk sounded above him before his head had hit the roof of the car. He could feel his hair getting wet and then he heard the screeching of tires.

Conor looked to his left and saw a big truck going in reverse. He tried to shout for help but no words came out. The truck stopped around 20 meters away from him before lurching forwards again.

To his horror, Conor realised that the truck was headed for him. He tried to unbuckle his seat belt but to no avail. The truck was getting closer. He could see the dent on the bumper of the truck. And then it was all darkness.

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