The poles were getting crowded these days. Millions of people all over the world had moved to Antarctica when other continents went through The Bake. It was cooling back off now, but it wouldn’t be back to what it had been for another 100 years or so. Well, at least I would be able to move back to my farmstead soon.

But Nathan just couldn’t wait. I pondered my youngest son. At the wee age of 150, he decided to move back to the Americas. Alone. The scientists had not decreed it safe yet, the terraforming activities not yet finished, but still he had gone back to the Americas. And konw he was coming home.