Four centuries ago, people trusted the scientific consensus so much that they threw Galileo in jail. Today, scientific consensus is practically a joke: 99.999999% of the world’s scientists aren’t even enough to lift the climate change deniers out of their delusion.

Times have changed, and we have to adapt. It’s pitiful, really, but for Earth’s sake, climate change activism must take on a new direction—one that doesn’t involve science. It might be hard to accept, Greta Thunberg, but you need to ditch the IPCC stats. Not everyone understands them, and numbers simply leave too much room for interpretation.

So just spell it out for them. Start by changing the name of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change to Doomsday Predictor. If they don’t understand what the number of years until irreversible change means, call it disaster countdown. If they don’t think Hurricane Sally is a big deal, it’s probably because we’ve been calling it Sally instead of Voldemort (Sally means “princess” for girls and “peace” for boys, and, well, everybody knows what Voldemort means).

But the people in charge—the ones we really need to convince—aren’t the ones experiencing the stormiest storms and the wildest wildfires. The climate change crisis is like an asteroid impact: it’s difficult to feel the effect until it’s already too late. That’s why it is imperative that we put all the skeptics in a Seahaven-like dome and let them see for themselves how much fun swimming in a flash flood really is. If we took away anything from The Truman Show, it’s the simple truth that seeing really is believing.