“The thermal stability of the planet.” He studied the little plastic cup for a moment before grasping and pulling off the foil seal. She watched him down it like a glass of water, and tried to think of any other edibles she might be carrying on her person. “What are we up to so far?” He swallowed a few times before speaking. “About three-ninety.” “What? We went past? Why hasn’t everything blown up?” He studied the empty cup in his hand. “Some would say it has. Hurricanes reaching a hundred miles inland, wind speeds we’ve never seen. Deserts on fire. In New Mexico we are seeing the inferno.
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