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Limerence (Poem-19)

A Glimpse into the Future

[Theme Futuristic, Tween-range]



Houston, America 3000


I was in the middle of this awesome dream, when I felt pure metallic solid tug onto my shoulder. "Wake up!! Clang! Bang! Wake up!! Clang! Bang!" "Stop it you stupid bot!! It's a Saturday!!!"

Then, the old pest said something I feared.

"You have to work out even on weekends, Armaan!!"

"Oh, please have mercy on me! And, by the way, aren't you supposed to call me Sir!?" "Initializing!!"

"What do you mean initializing?? I've told you a thousand times, now!!"

"No Armaan, you have stated this only 4,653,291 times to be exact!!"

"Again 'Armaan' !!"

Then, I got out of bed, drowsily, yet angrily. I looked at my clock. It was still around 4:45. "Come on, Jet! You woke me three hours earlier!!"

"Sir, today is a Saturday! You have a lot of time!!!"

"Well, yeah. I have all the time in the world today and tomorrow. I-"

"Sir, you do not have all the time in the world! You just have -"

"Oh stop calculating already!!!"


I called my house-mobile. Jet (my personal robot) transformed into it, but, I had to call it. Then, I slept down for the cleanser. It brushed my teeth, washed me, scrubbed me, applied some cologne and I was ready to go. I went downstairs to check whether the others had woken up (charged up). 


Digi-bot was about 80 to 88% charged. Digi-bot, my father's robot, helps him with his software stuff. Bu-bot was fully charged. Bu-bot, my mom's robot, helps her with clarifying her designs and helps her with building stuff. The two twin-helper-bots were also 98% charged. They help my grandparents with their work. I went down to the basement to check how much the teleporter had charged.

Alas!! It had only charged up to 64%! It had to charge till Monday, or else I couldn't go to school. Basically, when you step through the purple-ish substance, you just have to think of the place you want to go to, and boom, there you are! On the other hand, it wouldn't be so bad to bunk school either, because our teach-bots give us a lot of programs to write. Plus, I could just visit God in heaven instead. Heaven was just located on the outskirts of the solar system. You would require an advanced space-traveler 2.0 for reaching it.


I decided to work out after all. We have this big lawn 4 blocks away. My friend, Scott, and I hang out there. We play electric sword fights, race to the underworld and a lot of other exciting games. We had a lot of time today, so we decided to play all of them.

Electric Sword Fights is basically two people who fight with swords of electricity, wearing rubber armor and serious head gear. The person who gets tired first loses, and the other guy wins.

Our match was rough. It was almost to be never ending, but we declared it a tie. 


Race to the Underworld (via a heat proof edition of a space- traveler v1.0) was basically a race to Hell. Whoever tags Satan (the ruler of Hell; located a few light years from the Sun) first and reaches Earth first is the winner. I won this time. Scott was caught by Satan for a few seconds, but broke free in no time. We played a bunch of other old games too. But they were too boring. What I mean by old games are badminton, football, basketball and others of the sort(lot). We couldn’t even make a service!! 


After we were done with our sports, we decided to visit the pet shop. The old shopkeeper, Buck, as we call him, was feeding a few cats to the little dinos. The pets available were dragons, hybrid dinosaurs, hell hounds, robots, guardians and many more. I wish I had a hell hound, but I can't have one because my mom's afraid of them. So, I try to make the most with Jet. 


After staring at the species for some time, Scott left me alone, just like a lonely astronaut, stranded alone in space. Luckily, I had not forgotten to carry my jet-pack. Sometimes I wonder about the lifestyle of my ancestors. What would life be without this technology? Would it have been easy? Of course not. I was born in the times of robots. But what would the others in the past be doing? I've heard of myths saying that those days people used to travel by these cheap things called "cars"! Man, those people were backward. We use mini-jets these days. Those days beggars lived on the roads. But, these days they live in mansions. Not to mention that I live in an AI Home (a house controlled by artificial intelligence; it can move, it can fly, it can speak, etc.) A lot has changed since then.


Finally, I reached home. For some reason, I found Mom waiting for me at the doorstep. I asked her what her deal was. She replied, "Genius, it's your cousin's birthday today! When do you plan on wishing him? Send him a message at once!! " I groaned and replied, "Mom, he lives on Mars!! Just chill. SAT-E1M1(the satellite connecting Earth to Mars) is down on weekends. I'll wish him through a hologram." "You do that!", Mom groaned.


Then, we had dinner. There were knowledge-boost-chips and this weird tasting amoeba DNA. Knowledge-boost-chips are meant to make you smarter, while amoeba DNA makes you live as long as you want. Again, that is another thing. These days people are immortal. Those days people used to die. I've heard legends of this 'cancer'. It's supposed to be a disease that used to kill people. Now, cancer is like fever. You just take some pills, and cancer is out in a jiffy. Cool, isn’t it ? Now I can’t even imagine anyone dying because of cancer.


There wasn't much to do later, so I decided to sleep.

I woke up after a few hours. I thought of taking a bath, but I figured that it would be okay to let Jet rest. I decided to take another try at sleeping. This time, I did get some sleep. And before sleeping, I thought about how people lived in the 21st century......




Comments

  1. SIMPLEMENT TERRIFIQUE, MON PRINCE CHARMANT ! YOU DIRECTLY TRANSPORTED ME INTO A WORLD OF FANTASY MARRIED TO TECHNOLOGY .SURE , THE BLEND OF TOMORROW ! BRAVO , KEEP PENNING YOUR FANTASTIC VERBAL CREATIVITY ...IT'S AWESOME !BLESS YOU LOADS OF LOVE AND CREATIVE IMAGINATION !!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Glad you liked it!!!
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  3. Excellent story Armaan. Keep up the good work

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  4. I love your optimism.

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