The Hot Equations

By Simon Petrie

sfgenreThe wind, the smell of it. 

The sky. Grey churned with orange. 

Fire tonguing the estate’s trees. The roar, the heat.

 The familiar sense of the world’s upending.

We reach the shelter, hearts a-thump. Are we the last? Roger believes so, is lowering the steel shutters almost before we’re inside. One last triple-glazed glimpse of the estate, our homes, our vehicles, abandoned, besieged by umber cloud and advancing flame; then we’re shut off. Gated once again, nested within. Time-locked. Incarcerated for our own safety.

The air in the community fire-cellar still carries the heat of outside — the climate control is slow to kick in — and a fusty smell, stale with disuse. Clinical cones of blue-white light, radiating from the concrete ceiling; the thrum of heavy machinery; the coppery taste of deep unease. Our neighbours, our friends, stand in knots of three or four, talking; or else alone, striving — fruitlessly, I’d imagine — to coax relevant detail from their devices. 

These are people accustomed to getting what they want. Movers, shakers, decision takers. Captains of industry, and higher ranks again. It can’t be easy, with that mindset, to be stuck underground like this, cocooned, secure, but effectively cut off from the systems one controls.

From somewhere nearby, a dog growls.

‘The Carters have brought in their plus-one du jour,’ Imogen mutters to me; her fluting tones make all too plain her disapproval of the Carters’ domestic affairs. ‘Completely against the regs. And the Hendersons have brought their fucking poodle in,’ 

I gaze around, count heads, take a few seconds to reply. The plus-one is certainly easy on the eye. ‘The Zhangs are down at the coast; it’ll balance,’ I hazard. Trying to placate, attempting not to sound like the odd one out, striving to pretend I fit; but it’s no secret that my access to this shelter is only through Imogen’s wealth, her connections. I’m probably the best fire-protected professor of English lit in all of eastern Australia.

‘Even so,’ she says, staring sharp in the dog’s direction, and I hope she’s not going to make a thing out of it. Im’s a bit quick with that stuff sometimes. Strictures, regulations; the black-letter law of the fire-safety facilities. And it’s not that she wouldn’t have a point: the rules are clear, the shelter’s for strata holders only, no pets. But nobody was expecting the front to come through that quick; I doubt Mel and Steph had enough warning to arrange anything else, and Persephone’s pedigree is impeccable. Worth thousands. At least.

The cooling has cut in. There’s a forced calm in the concrete cavern. Most are now seated in comfortable chairs; a couple still stand. Screens show the progress of the fire outside. The wind-stoked flames make short work of the community’s carefully-installed defences, a lopsided battle that plays out in near-silence. One of the screens darkens, then another, their cams overloaded. There’s a collective inrush of breath as the fire catches on the Martins’ roofline, is pushed around under the eaves.

A questing beast; a hunger; a conquest.

Home after home is caught in inferno. I watch, horrified, enthralled, numb. These aren’t the fires of a decade ago. It’s true, what they’ve been saying: these new fires are unstoppable. Too much heat in the air, too much force in the wind, too little moisture through the long sere summers. Too many lightning strikes striking too many sparks, in a world gone to tinder and kindling. No amount of irrigation can truly safeguard the houses in our little community; they’re best left to burn, in the worst years. Survive and rebuild is the only option.

Most will opt for the cheaper mass-printed rebuilds. Insurance has skyrocketed. Landscaping gets more challenging each time. So much for those who thought the community’s artificial lake, its berms, its fire-retardent walls would save it.

Lex gives an update. The firies and the water-tankers are fully stretched today, trying to save other structures in other communities; we’re locked in for the max. The winds are still ravaging, and help won’t be here until ten pm. There’s some disquiet at that, but the air supply in here should be just enough. If we stay calm.

Persephone growls again, barks aggressively. Not in the main hall, where we’re all gathered; off in the corridor that leads to the machine room. Roger goes with Mel to investigate.

‘Intruder,’ says Roger, returning.

‘Fox?’ Imogen asks.

‘Python?’ asks Steph.

‘Funnelweb?’ Brian’s the community’s arachnophobe. There’s always one.

‘Worse,’ says Roger.


The kid looks barely more than twelve, wire-thin, olive skin, sunken-eyed. Attention flitting sparrow-like from face to face of those now gathered stern as stone around him. Nothing to say for himself to the first few questions. Not much body to his voice when he does eventually start answering, after Kim has put the fear into him. We get from him a name — which might be his, or not — and an entry technique, which may or may not be the method used.

Jaden. His name’s Jaden. I realise with a shock I know him, dimly. I’ve taught him, from back when I’d had to fall back on primary tutoring. Not a bad kid. Two or three years ago now; it looks like the intervening years haven’t been easy on him.

There’s no indication he’s recognised me. I guess all middle-aged academics look largely of a piece.

Outside, the bushfire rages. In here, this interloper Jaden is using up our resources. Roger explains the deal to him: the timed lock, the air supply carefully calibrated for the number of strata holders in the community. The expense we all must meet for the upkeep of this facility. The balance which his incursion has thrown out.

Roger speaks calmly, deliberately, as would anyone mindful of the need to shepherd the shelter’s remaining oxygen.

There’s only one way this ends.

‘What’s to become of me?’ the kid asks, glancing once more from face to face, searching for eye contact, finding no purchase.

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Simon Petrie

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He's had a few stories published before, both in AntipodeanSF and elsewhere. He has been shortlisted several times for the Aurealis and Ditmar Awards, and is a three-time Sir Julius Vogel Award winner, most recently in 2018 for his SF/crime novella Matters Arising from the Identification of the Body.


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simon petrie 200Simon Petrie, born and educated in New Zealand, now lives in the Australian Capital Territory, where he is paid to be careful with words.

He's had a few stories published before, both in AntipodeanSF and elsewhere. He has been shortlisted several times for the Aurealis and Ditmar Awards, and is a three-time Sir Julius Vogel Award winner, most recently in 2018 for his SF/crime novella Matters Arising from the Identification of the Body.