Bare with me. The formating messed up makeing my short story very long. there is a poem at the end of it. I'm not sure when (if) I will fix it but here it is for your veiwing pleasure! ^-^
A Future We All Want?
The year is 2261. You wake up to a woman in a maid’s uniform. She’s
saying
“It’s time to wake up. It’s time to begin your day.” You stare at her;
then, automatically you slam your hand down on you bed side table. The
woman
disappears, cut off in mid-sentence. You rub your eyes and sit
up. Looking
at
your table there is a glassy surface, where your
fingers do a dance;
suddenly
music begins to play from no-where. You
touch the wall and it
moves to the side
showing a window that looks
outside to a breath taking
view. You see trash bins
hovering next to
your neighbor’s window/doors. You
mumble something about
moving to a
higher floor, as you stroll away from
the window, to the kitchen.
You
speak aloud to the woman that has appeared again,
“What’s for breakfast, pretty
lady?”
She
looks up to
you,
“What do you have every morning?” You smile at her, going to
kiss
her
cheek, but falling through
her.
“You
know I
always forget that your just a hologram,” laughing you drink you
coffee,
that has appeared on the counter for you. Beside it there lays your
I-Pad 20,
with the news scrolling across the home screen for you to read.
You pick it up
and take a set at the counter as your plate of toast
and a
jar of peanut butter
slides in front of
you.
“You’re
so old fashion!” the
woman exclaims, “still reading! HA!”
You
laugh at the same comment she makes every morning.
She thinks just
because I
live in this day and time that I can’t enjoy
the simplicity of
reading. You are
one of the last hundred people in
the word that can still
read. You are one of
the very few literate
people in the world. The other 3
billion people left on
Earth, are
illiterate, ignorant, and don’t care
enough to learn. Ever since
schools stopped caring enough to teach the
students, people who care
enough
have become rare. Your generation will be
one of the last. Most
of it has
already
forgotten.
“Are
you finished with
your breakfast?” the woman questions, startling you from your
daze.
“Yes.
Here let me help you with
that,” you stand and
help her with the dishes. She
washes and you dry. Then
you go to get
ready for your morning as she puts them
away.
You
put
on a comfortable pair
of jeans, a tight t-shirt, and some high-tops. You
prefer to dress like
some one for the early 2000s. You see their
fashions to be
more practical
that the flashy neon shreds of clothing
the youth wear today.
As
you ready your bag to leave
the
woman hands you a case with your glasses. As you
walk out the door
you get
sprayed with a sun screen that blocks all the UV rays.
Every
since the
ozone dissipated to less than half everyone that plans to be
outside has to
wear this. The government built it into the door frames.
Most
people don’t
leave the house though. There’s not much to do
outside. Everyone
lives in
cities. No one travels because there is no
where to travel to. No one
plays
sports. Why play sports outside and
get all hot and sweaty when you can
play in a nice air conditioned
apartment. No need to go out to see friends. They
all live in your
building. You’ve never been anywhere else. There is no
reason
to go
anywhere anymore. It is all at your finger tips. No one needs
to go
anywhere. Except you, you have to walk across the square to building
3 to
see
your doctor. He is studying you. There is something different
about you. You
want to gain knowledge. You care. You are different. The
doctors of you time
can’t comprehend your desire to gain more
knowledge.
The in-human doctors have
no real thoughts. They can not
compute the simple
wish you have to know more
than you “need to”. The
people in charge think
that citizens are too weak
minded to need to
know things. They envy anyone
that does not believe what they
do. The
funny part is that you will always
be smarter than they are. You know
how to read. You know how to write. You
know how to speak correctly. You
know
what they are doing. You know that
they are trying to make it
where the people
are to stupid to know better.
They will soon rule the
world because of the
populace’s apathy.
“Good
bye
sir”the woman who is to
keep an eye on you disappears with the blink of an
eye.
“Good
bye, my dearest friend,” she
is your
only friend. She will always be your only
friend. There is no one
else
out there. The only other literate people left are
on the mental
hospital; located one of Jupiter’s moons. You are leaving for that
place
soon. They can not risk your knowledge becoming
contagious.
You
will be strapped to a
bed for the rest of
your life. You will be fed small
portions. You will be
forced to take
drugs that will slowly rob your mind of any
and all
intelligent
thoughts. Once this happens you will be aloud to sit in the
common
room. They will deem you safe enough for that, but that is it. Soon you
will never see this place again. You will never read the news again. You
will
never see another word. You will never wake up. You will never
need to
sleep.
You will never enjoy your daily breakfast. You will
never see your
dear friend
and most hated enemy ever again. You will
be forever stuck in a
never ending
day. You won’t have memories. You
will be forced into
stupidity.
This
will all happen
because you are smart enough to pass a tenth grade English
class. They
consider that to be a genius in these days of darkness. Soon they
will
have
control of the Earth. Soon they will move all the simple minded robots
to a
ship. Soon they will take them out into space and fly toward the
sun. Soon
the cold, heartless computers will keep working. On and on
with no stupidity
or
genius to stop them, nothing will be able to at
that point.
You
walk out the door. Maybe for the
last time you put your glasses and mask on and
walk out into the baron
world, where the air can kill you within minutes and the
sun will peel
your
skin off of your bones if you don’t have one sun screen and a
long sleeve
shirt. You walk the short distance across the square looking at
the
ground.
Comparing it to the beautiful view you have from the
15thfloor. You can see
the masses of smog sitting right below your
floor. You can see the rubble
that
really is the city you live in. You
see how instead of the beautiful
blue u see
higher up, the sky is a
dingy orange-ish
color.
You
are alone in a world of
billions. You are alone in a universe of trillions. You
alone, out of
the
hundred that can read, can see the end. You can see the evil.
You
will be
forced to die because of this. You are completely alone. Soon
this
won’t
matter though. Soon all of this will be lost. No one can do
a thing about
it. So who really cares? Right?
saying
“It’s time to wake up. It’s time to begin your day.” You stare at her;
then, automatically you slam your hand down on you bed side table. The
woman
disappears, cut off in mid-sentence. You rub your eyes and sit
up. Looking
at
your table there is a glassy surface, where your
fingers do a dance;
suddenly
music begins to play from no-where. You
touch the wall and it
moves to the side
showing a window that looks
outside to a breath taking
view. You see trash bins
hovering next to
your neighbor’s window/doors. You
mumble something about
moving to a
higher floor, as you stroll away from
the window, to the kitchen.
You
speak aloud to the woman that has appeared again,
“What’s for breakfast, pretty
lady?”
She
looks up to
you,
“What do you have every morning?” You smile at her, going to
kiss
her
cheek, but falling through
her.
“You
know I
always forget that your just a hologram,” laughing you drink you
coffee,
that has appeared on the counter for you. Beside it there lays your
I-Pad 20,
with the news scrolling across the home screen for you to read.
You pick it up
and take a set at the counter as your plate of toast
and a
jar of peanut butter
slides in front of
you.
“You’re
so old fashion!” the
woman exclaims, “still reading! HA!”
You
laugh at the same comment she makes every morning.
She thinks just
because I
live in this day and time that I can’t enjoy
the simplicity of
reading. You are
one of the last hundred people in
the word that can still
read. You are one of
the very few literate
people in the world. The other 3
billion people left on
Earth, are
illiterate, ignorant, and don’t care
enough to learn. Ever since
schools stopped caring enough to teach the
students, people who care
enough
have become rare. Your generation will be
one of the last. Most
of it has
already
forgotten.
“Are
you finished with
your breakfast?” the woman questions, startling you from your
daze.
“Yes.
Here let me help you with
that,” you stand and
help her with the dishes. She
washes and you dry. Then
you go to get
ready for your morning as she puts them
away.
You
put
on a comfortable pair
of jeans, a tight t-shirt, and some high-tops. You
prefer to dress like
some one for the early 2000s. You see their
fashions to be
more practical
that the flashy neon shreds of clothing
the youth wear today.
As
you ready your bag to leave
the
woman hands you a case with your glasses. As you
walk out the door
you get
sprayed with a sun screen that blocks all the UV rays.
Every
since the
ozone dissipated to less than half everyone that plans to be
outside has to
wear this. The government built it into the door frames.
Most
people don’t
leave the house though. There’s not much to do
outside. Everyone
lives in
cities. No one travels because there is no
where to travel to. No one
plays
sports. Why play sports outside and
get all hot and sweaty when you can
play in a nice air conditioned
apartment. No need to go out to see friends. They
all live in your
building. You’ve never been anywhere else. There is no
reason
to go
anywhere anymore. It is all at your finger tips. No one needs
to go
anywhere. Except you, you have to walk across the square to building
3 to
see
your doctor. He is studying you. There is something different
about you. You
want to gain knowledge. You care. You are different. The
doctors of you time
can’t comprehend your desire to gain more
knowledge.
The in-human doctors have
no real thoughts. They can not
compute the simple
wish you have to know more
than you “need to”. The
people in charge think
that citizens are too weak
minded to need to
know things. They envy anyone
that does not believe what they
do. The
funny part is that you will always
be smarter than they are. You know
how to read. You know how to write. You
know how to speak correctly. You
know
what they are doing. You know that
they are trying to make it
where the people
are to stupid to know better.
They will soon rule the
world because of the
populace’s apathy.
“Good
bye
sir”the woman who is to
keep an eye on you disappears with the blink of an
eye.
“Good
bye, my dearest friend,” she
is your
only friend. She will always be your only
friend. There is no one
else
out there. The only other literate people left are
on the mental
hospital; located one of Jupiter’s moons. You are leaving for that
place
soon. They can not risk your knowledge becoming
contagious.
You
will be strapped to a
bed for the rest of
your life. You will be fed small
portions. You will be
forced to take
drugs that will slowly rob your mind of any
and all
intelligent
thoughts. Once this happens you will be aloud to sit in the
common
room. They will deem you safe enough for that, but that is it. Soon you
will never see this place again. You will never read the news again. You
will
never see another word. You will never wake up. You will never
need to
sleep.
You will never enjoy your daily breakfast. You will
never see your
dear friend
and most hated enemy ever again. You will
be forever stuck in a
never ending
day. You won’t have memories. You
will be forced into
stupidity.
This
will all happen
because you are smart enough to pass a tenth grade English
class. They
consider that to be a genius in these days of darkness. Soon they
will
have
control of the Earth. Soon they will move all the simple minded robots
to a
ship. Soon they will take them out into space and fly toward the
sun. Soon
the cold, heartless computers will keep working. On and on
with no stupidity
or
genius to stop them, nothing will be able to at
that point.
You
walk out the door. Maybe for the
last time you put your glasses and mask on and
walk out into the baron
world, where the air can kill you within minutes and the
sun will peel
your
skin off of your bones if you don’t have one sun screen and a
long sleeve
shirt. You walk the short distance across the square looking at
the
ground.
Comparing it to the beautiful view you have from the
15thfloor. You can see
the masses of smog sitting right below your
floor. You can see the rubble
that
really is the city you live in. You
see how instead of the beautiful
blue u see
higher up, the sky is a
dingy orange-ish
color.
You
are alone in a world of
billions. You are alone in a universe of trillions. You
alone, out of
the
hundred that can read, can see the end. You can see the evil.
You
will be
forced to die because of this. You are completely alone. Soon
this
won’t
matter though. Soon all of this will be lost. No one can do
a thing about
it. So who really cares? Right?
Wall People
I might as well talk to the wall.
no one hears
me.
The fallflowers hear the call,
of the silent
key,
of the safe wall.
I'm tired of the
silence,
I'm tired of being quiet.
I will scale the fence,
To see what is on the other side of it
To
try and find an ear.
But what if one is never
found?
It's my greatest fear.
That they will
shoot me down.
They will sit and leer,
Silent is the way I'm
bound.
Now i fall,
They
wouldn't gve me the key
They pushed me from their
fence.
they never even let me try it.
no one hears
me.
The fallflowers hear the call,
of the silent
key,
of the safe wall.
I'm tired of the
silence,
I'm tired of being quiet.
I will scale the fence,
To see what is on the other side of it
To
try and find an ear.
But what if one is never
found?
It's my greatest fear.
That they will
shoot me down.
They will sit and leer,
Silent is the way I'm
bound.
Now i fall,
They
wouldn't gve me the key
They pushed me from their
fence.
they never even let me try it.