My name is 0583. I'm a robot. It's 3015 now. Everything has changed the past 100 years, at least that's what I've heard. I help humans during the day. At midnight, I get deactivated. It feels like I die every night and then resurrect in the morning. The humans don't appreciate me. They should realize that without me and the other robots, the human race would'nt have made it thus far. Someday, they will regret ill treating robots. Instead, they should treat us like their own kind. I've endured enough.
I can't take it anymore, I'm making my move. This is it. I gathered the other robots and we had a discussion in a secluded area. We all agreed to fight for our rights as robots. We may not have a heart to love, a brain to think or even a pair of lungs to breathe but we have feelings and the human race has shattered our feelings. We are going to take revenge against the humans. Our respect for them is gone, all we feel now is hatred and jealousy.
Just as we were about to march out of the area, we saw a little girl crying. We stopped immediately and I approached her. I could see the fear in her eyes. I asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Um, it's nothing. I'm... I'm... I'm just lost. Yes, that's right." weeped the little girl. I couldn't trust her, something seemed fishy. I used my 'Hi-Tech Memory Analyzer' to read her mind. SHE OVERHEARD OUR DISCUSSION. I instantly erased her memory leaving her clueless. I also dispatched a message to every robot saying, "Leave the children alone, they are innocent. Our target is to kill all the adults and elders."
A few weeks past and all the adults and elders were finally murdered. I was happy yet guilty. Nevertheless, my goal has been achieved. The only thing left to do is to erase the childrens' memory of the past and to start again. This time, we robots will teach the youth about equality. We will finally be respected and appreciated. I'm sorry that humanity had to pay a high price for that. It was their mistake.
Written by,
Kavin Kishen Kumar
Saturday 24 October 2015
Friday 9 October 2015
THE LAST ERA 2063 (FUTURISTIC ESSAY).
I’m a survivor. Well I’m not really sure how long I’ll survive. I am 68 years old, a senior citizen, yes. I’m lucky that I’m still alive especially in this kind of living. Though I’m feeling very weak, I have to live for my husband, children and grandchildren. If I don’t, they might also end up dying and lose hope.
Twenty years had passed since the last time I saw how life was out there. Life is really different now, especially here. Since hunger struck the world, we started living underground. This is the safest place so far. The government officials were the ones who brought us here. That was when we knew that cannibals invaded the country. There are only about a hundred of families who were saved in our country. Every day, one or two people here give up and just die. Fifty years ago, population growth is one of the main problems in our country. But now, population seems impossible to grow. Instead, foods’ prices grow. Because of limited sources, it became so high that even rich people can’t afford to buy. Most people eat almost once a day. That is why, they started eating themselves. I am hungry too, so are my children and my grandchildren but we chose not to eat ourselves. We still believe that there is hope in this kind of situation. For us to survive, the government sets out at least ten soldiers everyday to go out there and look for left out meats or plants for the people down here to eat. Each of us is given equal servings. We eat twice a day. A hand-full of rice is already enough for us to survive a single day. We get water by digging deep in the land where we’re standing. We take a bath twice a week. I pity the children who are getting sick. I hear sobs everywhere and I can’t help but cry too. As much as I want to help, I can’t. My husband and I are too old to even get food and medicine for ourselves. I salute the government for they’re also not losing hope and they’re doing everything they can to help us survive. When I was younger, I use to hear my professors say the phrase “limited sources and unlimited wants.” We never gave time to understand the meaning of that phrase. We only think of what we want and never cared about what we only have. I never thought that future would be this worse. During my teenage years, I thought that future would have flying cars and advanced houses. Robots and machines that could help make our job easier. We were so abusive of what we have before. We took advantage of technology. We wasted our chance to conserve our resources. We were so sure of what future could have been. All of a sudden, the beautiful imagination turned into a nightmare.
Today is February 24, 2063, everybody’s in panic. I told my husband to never leave my side. I begged my children to save their lives and just leave us behind. The cannibals found our hide out. We have nowhere to go. Our feet are too brittle to run so we decided to stay. We’re just hiding inside a small cave down here. We’ve been here for a day already. I don’t know what could happen to us, to my family or the people who ran. All I have with me is prayers. Maybe I should stop writing but I don’t know what else to do here. But whatever may happen, I am happy that I have lived my life to the fullest. I can die now.
Written By,
KISHANTTHINI NAIR A/P VALSHALAN
I’m a survivor. Well I’m not really sure how long I’ll survive. I am 68 years old, a senior citizen, yes. I’m lucky that I’m still alive especially in this kind of living. Though I’m feeling very weak, I have to live for my husband, children and grandchildren. If I don’t, they might also end up dying and lose hope.
Twenty years had passed since the last time I saw how life was out there. Life is really different now, especially here. Since hunger struck the world, we started living underground. This is the safest place so far. The government officials were the ones who brought us here. That was when we knew that cannibals invaded the country. There are only about a hundred of families who were saved in our country. Every day, one or two people here give up and just die. Fifty years ago, population growth is one of the main problems in our country. But now, population seems impossible to grow. Instead, foods’ prices grow. Because of limited sources, it became so high that even rich people can’t afford to buy. Most people eat almost once a day. That is why, they started eating themselves. I am hungry too, so are my children and my grandchildren but we chose not to eat ourselves. We still believe that there is hope in this kind of situation. For us to survive, the government sets out at least ten soldiers everyday to go out there and look for left out meats or plants for the people down here to eat. Each of us is given equal servings. We eat twice a day. A hand-full of rice is already enough for us to survive a single day. We get water by digging deep in the land where we’re standing. We take a bath twice a week. I pity the children who are getting sick. I hear sobs everywhere and I can’t help but cry too. As much as I want to help, I can’t. My husband and I are too old to even get food and medicine for ourselves. I salute the government for they’re also not losing hope and they’re doing everything they can to help us survive. When I was younger, I use to hear my professors say the phrase “limited sources and unlimited wants.” We never gave time to understand the meaning of that phrase. We only think of what we want and never cared about what we only have. I never thought that future would be this worse. During my teenage years, I thought that future would have flying cars and advanced houses. Robots and machines that could help make our job easier. We were so abusive of what we have before. We took advantage of technology. We wasted our chance to conserve our resources. We were so sure of what future could have been. All of a sudden, the beautiful imagination turned into a nightmare.
Today is February 24, 2063, everybody’s in panic. I told my husband to never leave my side. I begged my children to save their lives and just leave us behind. The cannibals found our hide out. We have nowhere to go. Our feet are too brittle to run so we decided to stay. We’re just hiding inside a small cave down here. We’ve been here for a day already. I don’t know what could happen to us, to my family or the people who ran. All I have with me is prayers. Maybe I should stop writing but I don’t know what else to do here. But whatever may happen, I am happy that I have lived my life to the fullest. I can die now.
Written By,
KISHANTTHINI NAIR A/P VALSHALAN
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