Friday Fiction is back, with a short story about a NASA scientist who wonders if he can make a difference for the world — or even for his family.

Jordan Elhaus turned off the television in disgust. The House and Senate hearing on global warming was a farce. No one would listen. He himself had been ordered to not offer to testify. He was the head of climate research for NASA, a position he expected to be shorter-lived than even the Institute for Advanced Concepts department.

The dog looked up at him in puzzlement. "Sorry, Terry, there's no point in watching that farce."

The administration claimed his research was classified because the calculations were done on quantum computers. While not the mystical machines of science fiction, they were still far more powerful than any modern computer. They could not instantly solve "NP Incomplete" problems, but they could grind them fast enough to enable real-time breaking of cryptography. That same power enabled them to give him an incredibly detailed model of Earth's future.

Jordan got up and poured himself another scotch. He added ice, thinking of the contrast. Humanity had a year at most to avoid doom. The tipping point was far nearer than the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change hinted. The loss of the ice sheets at the poles were the clue. The permafrost was next, and when it melted, the methane release would push global warming far beyond human control. Thinking this, Jordan gulped the scotch down.

He looked at the glass. He wanted to throw it at the wall, to watch it smash into pieces just as the dreams for the future of the human race would be smashed into pieces. But he didn't. Jordan was too controlled to vent his rage that way.

He heard Laura pull into the garage. He went to the door to help her with the groceries. She came up the stairs empty-handed, with that smile on her face. That was the smile he'd seen when they met as freshmen at MIT, that smile she'd given him as she said "I do." She ran the rest of the way to him and hugged him fiercely.

"Jor…she started to say, but her voice broke. "I love you. We're pregnant!"

Terry jumped up on the two of them, sensing the excitement and trying to join in, wagging his tail with all his power.

At first, Jordan was overwhelmed with joy at the thought of a child. But then a cold chill almost knocked him over. What sort of world would they be bringing their child into? He continued to hold his wife tight, afraid to let her see his face. He barely heard her speak of baby names, Karen if it were a girl, Calvin if it were a boy. No, wait, his brother had chosen Karen for their girl's name; no matter. Laura felt sure that the child was a boy.

In one of those dark jokes that Jordan told himself and no one else ever knew of, he wondered what would happen to that liquid string Brane drive when they closed NASA's Institute for Advanced Concepts. But it wasn't a joke, was it? He only knew about the drive because it, too, required time on the quantum computers. Could he get some of that team to help him steal the drive? The IAC scientists were dying to test out the first faster-than-light spaceship drive, but with budget cuts, they didn't think they'd ever get the chance. Maybe he could give them that chance.

Only then did he hug his wife with hope. "Everything will be all right. I promise you everything will be all right for our child." Jordan would save his family.

At the very least, he'd save his child.