It's March 10th, 2020. After my latest Hackerspace in Africa achieved independence last week, I decided to go home and visit my family for a little while.
Right now we're sitting down to dinner, some of my mother's delicious pasta. My mother got into gardening back when there were the worldwide food shortages, and she's kept it up since so some of the vegetables in the sauce are fresh from the garden. Most of the food, however, we got from the supermarket nearby, much like we did 10 years ago.
You see, right now there's plenty of food, at least relatively plenty. A couple years ago that wasn't the case. With global warming and an increasing population, things got real bad before anyone really noticed. By the time governments and businesses started pouring money into modern agricultural techniques, GM, vertical farms, and aquaculture, billions were starving around the globe. In most highly developed countries starvation was staved off due to rationing, the farmpunk movement, and an adaptation to a low meet diet. In the poorer communities and the less developed countries, however, many died.
This transition wasn't easy though. There were riots, and lots of panic. After a couple of years, however, research started paying off. Vertical Farming skyscrapers were built in almost every major city across the globe and were able to supply the surrounding community. Farming areas on land adopted GM crops out of necessity, and yields rose dramatically, although not with a couple of unexpected stumbles here and there. In coastal areas many Floating Farms were built, further increasing the area that could be farmed.
By the year 2020, all of this has returned the world to a relatively good level of food security. Not everyone is being fed, especially in developing countries and poor communities, but progress is being made. We now have the ability to expand our food production to keep up with growing population rates. Things aren't great, and there's certainly work to be done, but they are pretty okay.
All of this crosses my mind as I take a large, ravenous bite of my mother's pasta. Delicious.