Greenhouse Effect Gizmo Novels & Stories

showing the Hub as a solid, grounded node. The system began to simulate the "Thermal Life" of the completed structure. During the day, the southern sun would heat the thick silt walls. At night, that heat would radiate inward, while the cedar roof acted as an insulator, trapping the warmth. The Hub would remain at a steady 18°C, regardless of the frost outside.

To be honest, I hate that I am being punished, but the bitter reminder of WHY I am being punished hits harder than the punishment itself. Reaching the entrance of the greenhouse, I suck in a breath, preparing myself before entering the building. Climbing twisting weeds, shrubs and varieties of flowers greet my presence when I enter. The greenhouse looks like a tall giant wide marquee with transparent glass roof planes that allow the bright light and heat of the sun seep into the greenhouse. The floor is like mowed grass, soft and tender to walk on. Different plants, most of them grown in giant white and brown pots, line different angles of the greenhouse. The air in here is fresh and humid a

And I just stood still and stared at the greenhouse. It looked like a mini forest. I had walked around it, trying to decide where I would start from. And then I had come around something that made me pause and stare and stare for what felt like hours. A large patch of soil looked dull and grayish, no growth in that place because it looked like… heat sterilized the ground. And I knew. I immediately knew. I slowly looked up at the glass wall to see soot stains creeping up the glass and metal frames, like gray-black fingers. The glasses were also clouded and cracked from heat stress.

I wave around my home as if showing it off. She tilts her head in thought, processing my joke. “Fair point.” She mutters before a yawn takes over, and she slaps a hand over her. “I’ll tell you how it works,” I say, walking back into the greenhouse. I shoulder past my taller plants, by stepping them before breaking into the blooming flowers, and then I point to the bamboo shelter in the far corner. “Behind that, there is really only one setting for temperature, but usually you have a few minutes of warm water before it gets cold.”

The greenhouse was roughly the size of the garage, and each of the intact glass panels were smeared in dirt from the inside. No time like the present. MIke approached the door, the earth smells from inside making his nose wrinkle. The greenhouse door had a large, silver lever. He gave it a twist, frowning when it wouldn't budge. Rattling the door, he was frustrated when it wouldn't budge. Crouching for a better look, he saw that a key was needed.

she asked. “She did,” Geo replied. “With a little persuasion from you, I’m sure,” she added, “You couldn’t control yourself, I see. That’s not going to go over well.” Geo chuckled, but said nothing as he lowered himself into a chair that was strategically placed near a large window that consisted of glass made with the latest technology our hard-working scientists came up with to combat the remnants of pollution left from the great war. It filtered the harmful rays of the sun as the morning light flooded the room. My grandmother’s enormous greenhouse was made of the same glass since certain plants were still not hardy enough to tolerate the sun’s direct rays.

I passed through the slightly ajar greenhouse door. Ana stood with her back to me, leaning slightly over the long worktable covered in blueprint rolls, a graphic tablet, and several small pots filled with moss and mycorrhizal roots. Nicky sat across from her and raised an eyebrow when she saw me, but Ana did not turn around. She was too focused. "If you add a second protective layer with bioactive filtration here," Ana said, tapping the top of the blueprint with her nail, "the heat generated by the thermal reaction can be redirected to power a small solar panel."