It's an aggressive, persistent skin cancer, just on the surface, and in only one map version. There is nothing underlying it. This is a doomer's doomer story. I give us a week to live, at most. Then the Galactic Gods will put us down.
What will you do with your last week to live? I shall continue to have my oatmeal in the morning, and then puttering around the garden. In Toronto, you have to avoid the very cold rain.
The other math error is slowly resetting with no comment whatsoever. This one looks to be a while.
ps. Cold will never prove anything. But every tiny heatwave is splashed all over. Math errors will never appear. Do you have a feeling you are being jerked around?