Cedar was sitting in his living room, staring at the windows. A layer of ash had gathered on the glass and was obscuring the already grisly view of the street. The wind blew and leaves scattered with the bright orange air. The thermometer outside the window was broken; the air was so hot and dry that it had malfunctioned months ago. The only noise inside the house was the TV blaring the Civil Danger Warning on repeat like a broken record. He'd stopped trying to shut it off.
Weather stations had ceased their reporting. The fires burned perpetually, and satellites were unable to get a clear view of the earth through the thick smoke. Robots did all the shopping - humans couldn't survive the 100-degree wintertime low temperatures. The coastal parts of the US were submerged under rising, scalding oceans and any form of centralized government had disintegrated.
It was 2030.
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Science FictionNobody leaves their homes. The sky is a tangerine color and the smoke is so thick the streetlights are perpetually on. Robots do basic tasks because the heat is unsurvivable. 98% of US cities are uninhabitable. This is 2030.
