Tales of the eKids: E-man
Disclaimer: Swear to God, I never heard of “The Day after
Tomorrow” until last week. I planned
this plot line about six months ago. My
loyal readers know that I would never stoop to steal a plot from a “B”
movie. I steal my plots from much
classier sources; in this case: “A Brain
for All Seasons – Human Evolution and Abrupt Climate Change” by William H.
Calvin.
Part 11
Helen Randolph was officially the publicist for New Man,
Inc. In reality she was the liaison
between the Adkins family, the family’s various enterprises, and the
media. She interfaced with advertising
agencies, issued press releases, and generally sheltered the Progenitor from
having to deal with anyone he wished to avoid. Her husband Jake was the chief
counsel for New Man, Inc. and
Helen suddenly found herself trying to stimulate interest
in an impromptu and hastily arranged press conference. She had been shocked when she first heard the
news. Emma had asked her to rush over to
the University.
She had walked through the quad, noting all of the
beautiful young people attending the school.
She knew she could use this idyllic setting to publicize the University,
but the University didn’t want to be publicized. Almost anyone who was qualified to attend
already knew about
Of course, among academic circles, New Man U. was already
at the top of the heap. That was what
Emma had counted on when planning a news conference.
Helen knocked once on Emma’s office door and then walked
in. Emma was sitting at her desk with
her feet propped up and her eyes closed.
She had obviously been daydreaming.
As soon as she heard the door close her eyes flew open, her feet dropped
to the ground, and Emma sat straight up.
Helen noticed that Emma’s cheeks were aflame.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything good, Emma.” She was pretty sure she had.
“Well, uh, Elle is driving to
Helen smiled. “I’m
sure you were. I haven’t heard about any
boyfriend. When did this happen?”
“Only in the last couple of days. He’s very sweet and he’s handsome and he’s
smart and he’s strong, and he has… Well,
you don’t need to know what he has.”
Helen laughed at the bubbly teenager. “Okay, I’ll keep my nose out of it. But feel free to tell me about the good parts
if you’d like. In the meantime, what’s
this about a press conference?”
Emma assumed her all-business persona as if she were
flicking a switch. “Edie and Eddie have
been doing weather research. They think
the world is headed for ecological disaster, sooner rather than later. And by sooner I mean almost immediately. We are afraid that if we let the US
Government handle this, they will bury it, spin it, and reduce or eliminate the
sense of urgency. We need to make a preemptive strike because this is too
important to allow politicians to decide how to handle it.”
“What kind of disaster?”
The words barely made it out of Helen’s mouth. Helen knew the Adkins clan well enough to
know that they didn’t play games and they didn’t lie.
“Helen, we’re going to have an ice age. And it’s going to start almost
immediately. My sisters give us between
ten and twenty years before glacial ice starts to expand significantly in the
Northern latitudes. But long before then
things are going to get bad. The median
temperature in
Helen was shocked.
“Is this real, Emma? Are you
sure?”
Emma just nodded.
“Sorry, Helen, but we are as sure as can be. Our instruments are the best in the
world. Our weather satellites are the most
sophisticated. Our computers are the
biggest, our programs are the smartest.
And when they are through with the data, Edie and Eddie do the final
analysis. I’m telling you, Helen, this
is cast in bronze.”
“When do you want to have the press conference?”
“Helen we’ve got to do it as soon as possible. Edie and Eddie are polishing up a paper I
helped them write for Nature
magazine. That’ll give the scientific
basis for this whole thing, but it will barely be picked up by the mainstream
media. We want to do an end run around
the government and around the science journals and go directly to the people of
the world. If they believe us, maybe
we’ll be able to salvage something.”
“Emma, you are scaring me.
What do you mean, ‘salvage something’?”
“We don’t think this is stoppable. The systems are too big, the inertia is too
great, the task is too large. We face an
inevitable ice age. People and
especially governments are going to have to act immediately to mitigate the
effects of the new ice age. We have a
couple of ideas, but we haven’t really been working on this project for very
long. The whole world has to dedicate
its resources to saving what they can.”
Helen felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that the world would never be the
same. “Well, I guess we better let
people know about this, shouldn’t we.
How about CNN?”
Emma looked surprised.
“What, for the press conference?
Do you think we could do it there?”
“Why not?
You and your father caused a sensation when you were on the
Part 12
Edie and Eddie were pleased and scared. They were pleased that their opinion carried
so much weight in the family. Still they
had a residual fear that just maybe they were wrong. It wasn’t a serious concern. Their calculations and conclusions had been
checked and re-checked by the smartest people in the world. And then after the other students had their
shot at them, the professors at New Man U. had also tried to find holes in
their logic. No holes were found.
They were alone in their bedroom behind their offices at
Emma was the talkative one. Elle was almost as bad. Edie and Eddie preferred to be with their
sisters alone. When alone the sisters
kept their mouths shut. Edie and Eddie
found verbalization distracting and annoying.
When they conversed together mentally, it was more a
monologue than a dialogue. Somewhere
inside there was a boundary that differentiated one twin from the other. But neither of them cared to look for
it. The older they got, the more they
felt as if there were not two entities, but one.
“Emmy’s going to be on TV
tomorrow. Daddy will be with her, but
Emmy will do the talking. She always
does.
“
“Why should we worry about
her? We’ve never seen a time when Emmy
couldn’t handle herself. In her own sick
perverted way she’s smarter than any one of us.
Of course, when our brains are in concert, we’re the smartest.
“Don’t get conceited. She’s the one who found us a man. We should be grateful.”
“Does he know that we are part of
the package?”
“Emmy told him today. He knew what she meant when she said he would
get to know us much better. It excited
him.”
“It excited us too. Emma suspects we are gay. At the least she’s sure we are bi. Maybe she isn’t as smart as we think she is.”
“She doesn’t understand us. She lives with us, she loves us, but she
still doesn’t know if we are two or one.”
“Are we all that sure ourselves?”
“We make love to ourselves, but
it’s really a very sophisticated form of masturbation. Everything we do is very sophisticated. Just because we masturbate doesn’t make us
gay. We are extremely eager to get our
chance with Eamon.”
“The more we talk, the hornier we get.”
“Yes. It’s so sexy dreaming of Eamon. Emma didn’t know we were with her when Eamon
took her virginity. That was cool. Elle was peeking in too, but she didn’t know
we were there either. Everyone benefited
from that. We still haven’t come down.”
The twins were looking into each other’s eyes and removing
their clothing. When both were naked,
they slipped their small bodies into their large bed and turned in opposite
directions. With ease drawn from
practice, their two bodies joined in a loving embrace.
Each reached her arms around the other’s waist and gripped
two round little bottoms, drawing them closer.
Two sets of legs spread simultaneously and two heads dipped between
those legs. In unison, two sets of lips
kissed two sets of nether lips.
Two minds focused as one on the memory of Eamon Turner’s
penis as two tongues entered already moistened pussies. Two small hands moved playfully between the
two holes in each small girl. Two sets
of fingers slid into two pussies, as two tongues found their way to two
achingly erect clits.
Two bodies ground against each other as they replayed the
memory of Eamon and Emmy in the throes of passion. Their hip movements became more violent,
threatening to break the lock between them.
Their dance of passion seemed to be choreographed, as each body
performed identically, each movement was mirrored.
Finally two lips clamped on two clits, sucking and licking
them until two bodies clenched in unbridled ecstasy. Both tongues massaged both clits, prolonging
the passion, extending the ecstasy. Two
small bodies shook in their release, and two brains almost ceased to function
in the overflow of emotion.
When it was over, one turned around and again they came
into each other’s arms, needing the intimacy of a warm cuddly body to allow
them to ride out the post-orgasmic aftershocks.
“Eamon will think what we do is
hot. When Emmy and Elle see us do it,
they’ll want to try too. It isn’t lesbianism, it’s self-abuse. We just have a double-self. And we’re glad.”
Part 13
Eamon and Elle pulled into the ranch. Elle was properly impressed. “Oh, you live here? All these horses! This is so beautiful.”
Eamon replied, “Well, no, actually, I don’t live here.
This is my grandparents’ place. But
since we need to see them too, we thought this would be the place to do it.”
They left the sleek vehicle in the drive and proceeded to
the house. Eamon and Elle walked into a
beautiful living room where a number of people were waiting for them. Had Elle the capacity for intimidation, she
would have been intimidated by this crowd, as the majority of people were
large, very beautiful, very fit women.
Instead of being intimidated, Elle was amused. Someone around here loved amazons. There were only three men in attendance, all
of whom reflected Eamon’s good looks in different generations: the brother, the father and the grandfather,
no doubt.
Eamon made the rounds, kissing a lovely woman who Elle
realized was his mother, then paying homage to a still strikingly beautiful
older woman. This must be Melissa, the
grandmother. Eamon dragged Elle over to
meet the women.
Sitting next to Eamon’s mother was her identical
twin. Elle approached them. “You are the twins. Where I come from, most women are twins. When did you discover you were IAM twins?”
The twin who introduced herself as Davan said, “Dina and I
saw a magazine article about your mothers.
Perhaps you remember it. It was
in Cosmo. They told about how
everyone from their generation had names starting with ‘D’. How everyone from their mother’s generation
had names starting with ‘C’, and so on.
Our mother had a twin. My mother
was Cindy, her sister was Cathy. My
grandmother was Bertha. Her sister was
Belle. It didn’t take much for us to
realize we were the same as you. And we
already knew that Eamon was very different.”
Elle said, “Yes, a lot of people learned about my mothers
through that article; especially about their tushes.” She looked at Eamon, who was pretending he wasn’t
paying attention.
When she was introduced to Jake Turner, she could feel the
power he emanated. She sensed that
somewhere inside this man lay abilities that were not unlike her own, but more
ancient, more primal.
Could it be that H.
sapiens had come close to traveling the path to New Man before? Were there unseen powers within the genes of
this Turner clan? Emma and Elle had
wondered how Eamon could be a first-born
Elle said to Eamon’s grandfather, “I’m honored to meet
you, sir. My father voted for you. Daddy claims that all national politicians
are whores. But I’ve heard him say that you are the exception that proves the
rule. We would appreciate any help you can give us with this matter tonight.”
Elle was introduced to several beautiful, muscular and
sexually ambivalent women. Eamon called
them family friends and employees. Elle
recognized them as harem members. The
sexual dynamic in the room made her suspect that sex reared its head in many
different ways in this family. Eamon’s
Great Aunt Deborah made Elle feel like a particularly appetizing piece of
meat.
Elle thought, “I’m way too conservative for these
people. I hope Eamon can be satisfied
with just four women. I hope he doesn’t
think he should be sharing us with his family.
If he tries he’s going to be in for a disappointment.”
Eamon cleared his throat and called everyone to
order. “I bet you are wondering why I
called you all here tonight. You’ve all
met my girlfriend, Elle Adkins. She has
some things to say that all of you will want to hear.”
Elle felt small and out of place among this family of
Irish lords and their women. And yet
Eamon squeezed her hand for assurance.
And here in far away
“Eamon brought me down to talk to you because you are just
about the most influential family in
“I suppose that I have your full attention. My family controls
“Specifically, the
“Tomorrow afternoon, I think, my sister Emma and my Daddy
are going to have a press conference announcing this information to the
world. We are in the process of passing
our findings to the countries that will be hardest-hit by these changing
weather systems. You see, when the
Many voices spoke at once.
Elle let Eamon try to handle the barrage of questions. She had had her say.
She felt a set of eyes were on her. She turned and saw that the famous Jake
Turner was focused on her, a slight smile on his face. She returned his gaze evenly.
Finally Eamon’s grandfather spoke. “Wow.
It’s easy to see why our little boy fell for you, Miss Adkins. Welcome to the family. You belong.”
Jake felt his heart stop as Elle gave him a breathtaking
smile, her mesmerizing eyes burning into his soul. ‘Damn’, he thought, ‘if only I were twenty
years younger!’
Part 14
After the family meeting broke up, Elle and Eamon drove to
his parents’ house where they were to spend the night. Elle was not surprised to find three women
living with Eamon’s father J.J., along with several children. Two of the women were the D-generation twins she
had met earlier. The third was J.J.’s titular wife and the mother of the other
children.
Both Eamon and Elle said they were very tired from their
long day and their long journey. Begging
off any late night snacks, they made their way to Eamon’s room. When they arrived, Eamon closed and locked
the door. Elle was suddenly shy.
Eamon approached Elle and encased her in his arms. Her
head burrowed into his chest as they hugged.
Elle was practically purring, and Eamon had the impression that she was
like a kitten rubbing him for comfort and affection.
“Eamon, I need you to be gentle with me tonight. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But please take care of me.”
Eamon was a bit surprised.
“What brought that on?”
Elle revealed her fear.
“I know that you come from an extremely sexual family. Mine is too, but in a very different
way. God, I thought your Aunt Debbie was
going to eat me for dinner!”
Eamon laughed. “Yes, Aunt Deborah is a true Amazon. She’s sixty-eight years old and I’ll bet she
can kick my ass.”
Elle said, “I could tell she likes submissive girls. E-man, I’m not submissive. I’ll never be submissive to anyone except
you. For you I’ll be whatever you want
me to be, and love it.
”My family is straitlaced sexually. We aren’t into kinky scenes and we aren’t
into promiscuity. But within committed
relationships, my family is extremely sexual.
You’ve seen how my parents look at each other. It’s like they are the only people in the
world.
“You will have four girls to take care of you. We might look alike, but inside of us there
are four different people. Well, I don’t
know, maybe there are two different people and one set of Siamese souls, if you
know what I mean. Psychically we’re not
sure where Edie ends and Eddie begins.
“As I said, I’ll be whatever you want me to be and do
almost anything you ask of me, inside the confines of our relationship. But tonight I’m asking you, Eamon. Please make my
first time gentle and loving. I’m not
the sexpot that Emmy is turning into.
But I love you.”
Eamon took Elle in his arms. Their kiss was soft and
loving. Eamon smiled at the lovely thing
in his arms. He thought he was going to have to be especially gentle tonight.
But then Elle said, “Uh, Eamon, you don’t have to worry
about my, uh, hymen. It broke years ago
when I tripped while jumping over a tennis net after a win.”
‘Whew,’ Eamon thought, ‘that will make things much
easier.’ Aloud he asked, “You’re a
tennis player?”
Elle nodded. “Emmy
and I were State Junior doubles champs twice.
I guess we had an unfair advantage.”
Eamon grinned.
“Well there is only one of you now.
This you are going to have to go through by yourself.”
Elle gave a little shudder, then stood on tiptoes and
wrapper her arms around Eamon’s neck.
Her little half-smile showed him that she wasn’t as worried as he had
thought. “Yes, well I guess I’ll just
have to suffer by myself. Isn’t it time
you started to make me suffer, E-man?”
She gave him a soft sensual toe-curling kiss. He scooped her up and carried her tiny body
to the bed. Fully clothed they lay on
the bed as Eamon started to explore her lithe little body. But Elle did not lie passively. Her hands were doing some exploring of their
own. They slid under his shirt and her fingers played on the muscles of his
chest.
“Oh, E-man, I think you’ve been working out.” Her
fingers slid down his stomach and into his pants. They immediately encountered his already
throbbing erection. They wrapped around
his cock and gently stroked it, the tips of her fingers barely touching his
manhood. “Yes, you’ve definitely been pumping
up!”
Eamon realized this wasn’t the shy shrinking violet she
had appeared to be. He grabbed her wrist
and pulled her hand out of his pants.
“Elle, we’ve got to get something straight. For tonight, you are the tentative
embarrassed virgin and I’m the aggressive experienced he-man, okay?”
Elle’s eyes demurely closed and then reopened. Now they were nervous, frightened eyes. Her head bowed as if she was afraid to look
him in the eyes. “Yes, Eamon”, she whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want. But please
be gentle.”
Eamon had to laugh.
This little girl was every bit as much fun to be with as Emmy. Her shy little girl act had fooled him
originally. But now he realized that
even though she was playing a role, it was the role she wanted for tonight. He also realized that it was the role that he
wanted himself.
He nibbled Elle’s earlobe for a while, then licked and
kissed down her neck. When he got to her
blouse, he slowly unbuttoned it, licking and nibbling her skin, lower and
lower. When he reached her cleavage he
realized that she had not been wearing a bra.
Those perfect perky breasts needed no confinement or support.
He slid the blouse off of her breasts and dove in,
licking, sucking, and nibbling the dark pink nipples. They were erect and sensitive, and by now
Elle had begun to moan. Her back arched
towards him in response to the ministrations of his mouth.
Both lovers were still clothed, but that was about to
end. Eamon was getting impatient. He completed working with the buttons and helped
Elle out of her blouse. She was now
naked from the waste up. He sat back to
admire her. She shyly placed a hand in
front of each breast, and then slowly lowered her arms to allow him full
access.
But Eamon wasn’t content yet. He unsnapped her slacks and slid them down as
she raised that lovely little butt off of the bed. Her panties came with her slacks, and Elle
was nude. Eamon smelled her fragrant
arousal. Her actions and posture were
those of a frightened virgin. But her
body’s response was that of a woman.
Eamon wanted to go slowly, but he couldn’t help it. He lowered his head between Elle’s legs and
his tongue sought her center. Elle’s
legs spread at the touch of Eamon’s tongue and her eyes squeezed tightly
shut. She relished the sensual massage
his tongue applied to her swelling pussy lips.
She felt her own wetness begin to dribble down her legs.
Eamon was between her legs, his head buried in Elle. Her knees seemed to lift off of the bed of
their own volition, and she was now wide open to him. His lips closed on her now-protuberant clit
and she screamed, lost in the sensation of her first orgasm.
His tongue speared into her waiting pussy and Elle ground
herself against his face. She was
becoming wild in her arousal, her hips bouncing that lovely ass up and down
against Eamon’s chin, her pussy spasming around that
insistent tongue.
Finally Elle had had enough. She reached down and pulled Eamon up. Her mouth devoured his as they kissed, her
emotions a heaving jumble of passion and romance.
She pulled away and said, “Now, darling; I want you inside
of me. I want to feel us become one
person. Please, Eamon.”
She felt the intrusion of his large dick at her
entrance. She was soaking from her
climaxes, and the big head popped into her tight confines. Elle’s eyes opened wide and a light seemed to
switch on inside of them. Eamon was
almost overwhelmed by her beauty and passion.
He slid his penis in an inch or so, then
withdrew. He began to set a gentle
rhythm and Elle followed it automatically.
With each thrust his dick went further into her warm pussy. With each thrust Elle’s response seemed
stronger than the last.
Suddenly as Eamon attempted to enter just a little
further, Elle slammed herself against him.
He slid in to the hilt and Elle loudly moaned.
“E-man, that’s it!
God, you’re so deep! I’m fine,
sweetheart. I’m fine! Just do it to me, please!”
Eamon needed no more encouragement. His patience was at its limit anyway. Eamon pulled out almost to the end and thrust
back inside her. He rubbed against her
on the bottom of his stroke, knowing her clit would rejoice in the
pressure.
He marveled at her ability to take his entire length and
still be virginally tight. Damn, the pressure was intense on his dick. How long could he last given this kind of
stimulation?
Eamon bottomed out again and then stayed there, just
slowly rotating his hips to maintain the pressure. Then he rolled over onto his back, taking
Elle with him. She found herself impaled
on his dick, looking down into his loving face.
“Oh my God!
This feels so good.” She raised
herself up so both knees were under her.
He was even deeper than before.
“Damn it, E-man, I think you’re coming out my throat!”
Elle began to lift herself off of Eamon’s dick, then
quickly drop back, forcing him deeply into her insides. She liked this position. Her speed increased as she felt the orgasm,
the really, really big orgasm, build inside her.
Eamon watched intently as he saw the lust on her face, the
fire in her eyes. Her perfect tits were
bouncing in front of him. He reached out
and pinched both nipples at once. Elle
began to shudder as her climax kicked in.
Elle’s back arched, forcing the lovers tightly together. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began
to scream. The intensity of Elle’s
orgasm was too much for Eamon, and he began to pump Elle’s perfect pussy full
of semen.
Eamon’s climax augmented Elle’s, and her screams became
louder, more desperate. He felt her
pussy squeeze the last juice from his dick.
And then she collapsed on his chest.
Elle raised up once again, looked into his eyes and then
gave Eamon a searing, soul-felt kiss.
She whispered, “Thank you Eamon. No matter what, I’ll never forget
tonight. You made it perfect for me.”
Elle snuggled her head into Eamon’s neck, then
relaxed. Eamon reached down and pulled a
cover over top of them and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Part 15
Several members of the Adkins family had arrived at
CNN-Atlanta. The press conference was minutes
away and Emma was sitting quietly, seeming to stare at the wall. Her mother Deirdre noticed and approached
her.
“Emma, honey, are you all right?”
“Don’t worry about
me, Momma. I’m just monitoring a
few of the federal government offices. I
told the government about the topic of our press conference early so I could
keep track of what their reaction will be.
It’s pretty much what I figured.”
“How on earth are you doing that?”
“Emails, Momma. I’m
watching the emails coming out of the offices of the President, the Attorney
General, the Secretary of Defense, and the Vice President. I’ve got a filter set up to only give me
relevant stuff. Oh, boy is this
relevant.”
Deirdre suddenly saw the light. “You’re tapped into the White House through your
on-board computer? Isn’t that
dangerous? What if they catch your
intrusion?”
Emma’s gaze turned from the wall (she got better
resolution on her virtual monitor against a plain background) to her
mother. “Are you talkin’ to me,
Momma? I’ve been doing this for fourteen
years. Do you think they are going to
catch me now? Get serious.”
Deirdre threw up her hands. “I don’t want to know. Sorry I asked. Go ahead and do your thing.”
A few minutes later Andrew and Emma Adkins were being
introduced to those members of the press that were lured to the
conference. Since it was being held in
Helen Randolph was completing her introduction. “
Andrew strode to the podium. Because it was early afternoon and a slow
news day, the event was being carried live on both CNN and C-SPAN. Across the nation, more than a few
housewives’ eyes lit up to see the still-handsome man appear on their
televisions.
Andrew smiled and began to speak. His wife Deirdre was always amazed that he
could speak so well in public when in private he was so easy to confound. His complexity and contradictions were some
of the things that made him so continually attractive to her.
“Hello. My name is
Andrew Adkins. I’m here today to
announce a discovery that has been made at
“As we speak, governments around the world are being
officially notified of the findings of the university’s scientists. All pertinent data is being openly shared
with any governmental or private agency that asks. You of the press will receive a printed
synopsis of our discovery at the end of the conference.
He paused, then continued. “By now I suppose this all sounds pretty dire
and foreboding; so I had better get to the point. In a nutshell here it is: our scientists predict that due to global
warming, the
As some of you may have already guessed, the halting of
the
The room erupted as hands were raised and questions
shouted. The Progenitor looked bemused
but said nothing. He held up his hands
to quiet the crowd of reporters. When
they finally quieted down, Andrew continued.
“You obviously have questions, but I’m not the one to
answer them. Instead I’d like to
introduce my daughter, Emma Adkins.
She’ll take over this conference from here.”
Emma walked to the podium.
Andrew gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and then walked off
the stage. He knew that if he stood
behind her, the reporters would continue to fire questions at him instead of Emmy.
Emma assumed her position behind the podium. She stood on a stool that raised her height
six inches, but still had to lower the microphone for easy access.
From his den in
“Good afternoon, my name is Emma Adkins. I’m here to answer any questions you
have. My father told you what is going
to happen. Feel free to ask me about the
specifics.”
Again hands flew up and Emma fixed her gaze upon one
reporter. “Yes?”
The reporter was momentarily taken aback by the beauty of
the elfin creature who had called on him.
She seemed to be a child. But she
was definitely hot.
“I have several questions, Miss Adkins. How did you learn there is going to be an Ice
Age? When did you learn it? And how old are you?” Several of the reporters chuckled at the third
question.
Emma replied, “A), New Man U. has weather satellites
constantly monitoring activity above and below ground around the world. These satellites feed data into our
computerized weather models. The models
make predictions about likely patterns developing and those predictions are
analyzed by our scientists.
For several years we have been enhancing and fine-tuning
our weather model programs to more accurately reflect life in the real
world. The programs have reached the
point that they are without question the most accurate predictors of weather
currently existent in the world, both short and long-term.”
“B), as you might imagine, our scientists were loath to
make any apocalyptic predictions until they were absolutely certain that their
results were indisputable. They arrived
at that conclusion yesterday.”
“C), I’m eighteen years old. Does that answer your questions?”
Other hands and voices were raised. Emma nodded to a woman in the middle of the pack. “Why do you believe the
Emma said, “This gets a bit complicated, so have those
guys back at your networks that pass for scientists check over the printouts we
give you at the end of the conference.
Better yet, ask reputable scientists who have received and analyzed our
results.
“The
“Just to give you a feel of what has been happening, fifty
years ago the ice at the North Pole was over 3 meters thick. Recent measurements have shown that the ice
is now less than a meter thick. Why:
because the ice is melting. What is true of the North Pole is equally true
of land-based glacial ice (the North Pole is in the middle of the
Emma went on to reiterate what she had been told by her
sisters the day before, explaining the story of the glacier in
Emma looked around the room. She saw the raised hand of a reporter that
she had expected to see. She knew in
advance what questions were coming. For
a moment she considered ignoring him.
No, she decided; better to get it all out now. She pointed at the reporter and she saw a
small smirk appear on his face.
“James
Emma threw the man a look that shouted ‘you’re too fat for
me’. “Well, Jimmy (you don’t mind if I
call you Jimmy, do you?), do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Do you only work for Fox News? Don’t you also perform ‘favors’ for the
current administration? Tell me, Jimmy,
have you received any emails from the Vice President today? Didn’t the Vice President tell you to try to
discredit whatever was said at this press conference?”
The Fox reporter’s jaw dropped. Then he feigned anger. “I’m a well-respected newsman and I’m
insulted that some little teenage girl would have the gall to sully my
reputation. You are treading dangerously
close to libel, young lady!”
Emma smiled and flicked her fingers. Suddenly the wall behind her was lit by a plasma
panel brought in just for the occasion.
She had known she was going to need this. Plastered all over the wall was a giant-sized
rendition of an email. Prominently
displayed at the bottom of the email was the signature line: “Office of the
Vice President of the
Emma used a laser pointer to highlight certain key phrases
in the email. “Check this out,
people. In the second paragraph you can
see that the VP suggests that our friend Jimmy here say that scientists feel
data about global warming is incomplete.
Paragraph three tells Jimmy to call us left-wing environmental
extremists. Paragraph four tells Jimmy
to claim that we made up our evidence. I
give Jimmy points for claiming that I am too young to be giving this press
conference. He thought that one up
himself.
“
The room erupted in shouting. “How did you come by this document?” asked
the New York Times.
Emma had no intention of telling the truth on that
one. “I know this may sound
unbelievable, but there are some people in the administration and at Fox News
who care more about the future of the world than they do about getting the
President re-elected.”
“And let me add that we don’t hold the current
administration responsible for the coming disaster, even though their
environmental policies have been reprehensible.
This has taken the combined efforts of all of mankind for over two
hundred years to bring the world to this point. And there are other factors
that don’t involve mankind that have also been leading to this. We’ve been at a ‘between ice ages’ stage for
twelve thousand years. Another ice age
was inevitable based upon weather patterns for the past several million
years. We just helped hurry it along.”
There were more questions.
Emma answered one more. CNN
asked, “When will the ice age start?
What global weather patterns should we expect?”
Emma sadly replied, “Studies show that ice ages begin
rapidly with severe climactic change. We
should expect the ice age to start no more than ten years after the
“When they hear the word ‘drought’, some people will think
that means that they won’t be allowed to water their lawns more than twice a
week.
“
“While parts of the world experience drought, thus ruining
crops, other parts will experience too much rain, thus ruining crops. World-wide famine is a real possibility. I’m not trying to create a panic; I’m
attempting to alert the world that we have a gigantic problem that has to be
addressed now.
“Don’t let governments bog down the process of planning by
injecting politics into the debate.
Insist on immediate action. The
faster our response to this crisis, the more lives will be saved.
“Don’t forget to pick up the synopsis of our findings
before you leave. Believe us or don’t
believe us. But check our data. Find out the truth for yourselves. Do not be swayed by spin doctors. You will be doing yourselves and the world a
disservice if you are.
“This press conference is closed.”