CLIMATE sits on a chair.
An old soul.
don’t give me that look!
I know you’re a figment of a craven left
I know you’re not changing at all
Or if you are
It’s on you
ALARMIST enters, shouts at DENIER.
I can’t believe you!
Can’t you see what’s happening in front of your eyes?
If we don’t do anything
We’ll be underwater this time in a decade
A year or two even
Do you really want to applaud the apocalypse as it approaches?
How do we even know what we’re arguing about?
We’re not scientists
And if we were
Isn’t skepticism the basis of all good science?
Shouldn’t we wait for more evidence?
They start to argue, making the same points on loop, voices raising.
CLIMATE sits in the centre as the argument rages, silent.
CLIMATE holds up a series of signs:
sees me at all.
The argument rages on, everybody talking over and around CLIMATE.