My grandparents say that I was born in an unfortunate time. They always tell me about the old world, where we were allowed to go outside and breathe cool, fresh air, without the inconvenience of having to wear a cooling suit just to prevent ourselves from roasting in the heat. I don't believe them. For me, these are all just stories. Stories of a world long gone.
The richer ones get transported to Mars to live. They say it's a paradise. For the 700 million of us left on Earth, we're starting to lose hope.
My best friend, Mayday, comes along with me on scavenging trips and we find whatever we can in the ruins of buildings for our families to either eat, drink or use to cool ourselves off.
When the authorities move us to Antarctica, it's a paradise. But just like all good things, it's always short-lived.