Climate Tribunal

The year is 2051, Geneva, the International Tribunal on Climate Disasters. I am Elias Thorn, the judge presiding over the case of the century. Crowds gather outside the courtroom: on one side activists with banners reading „Earth does not forgive”, on the other PetroGlobal bodyguards in black jumpsuits. In the middle, me - with the Veritas implant, which is supposed to guarantee impartiality, but in reality reminds me constantly that lies don’t endure.

The case concerns offshore methane hydrate drilling. PetroGlobal claims it was „so-called progress.” The evidence says otherwise: a conscious pursuit of profit at the expense of climate stability. Methane released in 2042 accelerated disaster by a decade. Extreme storms, floods inundating entire cities, millions displaced, famine, conflicts over water. Millions of dead.

My wife Sara and daughter Mia are in a safe shelter under the Alps. At least that's what I've been told.

2051-05-10, 11:00 UTC

I need to put my thoughts in order before pronouncing judgment. A neural link records this diary - maybe someday someone will read it. Maybe no one will.

To make a fair judgment, I have to go back to the beginning. To the first meeting that changed everything.

Launch stage

2 Responses to “Klimatyczny Sąd

Another fantastic story. The possibility to make a choice is fun and striking at same time. I'm impressed anyway

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