509 The Flood, Ch. 22


Chapter Twenty-two

Our building is about one hundred twenty meters above sea level. Or, I should say, the old sea level.

And if all the ice on Earth melted, the oceans should rise about a hundred meters. 

Which would put our place nicely beachfront. But that's not what is happening.

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The water flowing downhill, that must be water tanks letting off pressure. Because the whole system is flooded.

Looking downhill, I can see the water rising now. Entire neighborhoods are being cleared in it's path. It's not a wall of water hundreds of feet tall. It's just a wave, maybe one story high. But behind that is another wave, and another, and as slow as they seem to be moving, I see I only have a few minutes to act before the water will be here.

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Running down the stairs to the basement, I see two things. First, there's already water in the backyard. Second, the dinghy is gone.

So that's what the looters were after.

"Looters?" I say to myself, clasping my keys in one hand despite the water hitting my ankles. I know this drill. And apparently, they did too. "More like hackers."

The dogs are with me, more or less. I'm headed back up to the street, but Dozer hangs back in the flooding basement.

"Dozer, good boy," I say, and he runs to my side. As unbelievable as it is, the old rules still apply.








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