Fiction Friday
Year 2345
“Coming Mom.” It was
the answer Regina wanted to hear, but she saw no evidence of her son’s
appearance in the kitchen where he should have been ten minutes ago.
Michael entered the room in his blue coveralls. They matched his mother’s and father’s. In fact, they matched the residents of everyone
in the city. The President and
Congressmen had gotten tired of the school shootings stemming from jealousy and
decided to get rid of it all together.
They drew up the pattern and had one piece coveralls made for everyone
in the country. Color was assigned by
city. It was required attire and one had
no choice about what to wear. At one
time, it seemed like a good idea. It eliminated
jealousy and the need to waste time in the morning deciding what to wear. It also made everyone equal. There was no long any rich or poor. It was just people in their blue coveralls or
whatever color they were assigned.
“Look in the compartment and see what the cooks sent for
your breakfast.” Regina told her son.
Michael went over to the wall of compartments. It looked like a wall of small cabinets
stacked on top of each other. For each
meal, the cooks decided what everyone in the city would eat. They would cook enough for each citizen and
then deliver the meals. That saved the
citizens time shopping and cooking. It
also made sure that each citizen got the nutrition he or she needed. Furthermore no one ate more than their fair
share. Obesity had been eradicated using
this method. Diabetes and high blood pressure were considered extinct
diseases.
After Michael ate his allotted banana and bowl of oatmeal,
he gathered his books, shook hands with his mother, and rode his hover scooter
to school. Kissing had been outlawed
years ago when research showed that emotional ties made people weak and unable
to use logic when making decisions.
Michael longed for more affection from his mother. He didn’t know exactly what a kiss was, but
he had read about it. His thoughts were
that a mother and child ought to have more affection for each other than they
did their neighbors.
His hover scooter was white with a blue stripe down the
side, just like everyone else’s. A hover
scooter was a machine that had a flat platform on which to stand, a steering
post and handles to guide it. It rode on
a stream of jet air. There were no trees
left, so an alternative to tires had to be developed. The hover scooter was the answer.
Michael parked his hover scooter in his assigned parking
place and went to his classroom. He
opened his assigned computer and received his lessons for the day. Students were expected to complete the
assignments on their own and then report for volunteer duty. They worked alongside the regular workers and
received credit for volunteer hours which was applied to their education
requirements. There were no grades in
the educational system. There was a set
of criteria to be achieved by each student no matter how long it took. Upon completion of the criteria, they were
‘graduated’ to the workforce. During the
classroom time, students were not allowed to socialize. There was no talking in school.
Even though there was no human teacher in the room, there was a monitoring system observed by the principal. Students caught breaking the rules lost some of their credits, which lengthened the amount of time they remained in the educational system.
Michael completed his daily assignment and then went to his
assigned volunteer duty. His duty was mixing
concrete used in all building projects.
He worked beside ol’ Jim. Michael
thought Jim had been there since the year 2000.
He knew that couldn’t be true, but sometimes Jim moved slow enough to be
that old. Today was one of those days.
Michael arrived to see steam coming from one the pumps. He ran to the pump and saw that Jim had
closed the wrong valve. Instead of the
concrete being pumped out to the site that needed it, it was going back against
itself. The concrete under pressure was
getting hotter and hotter. If Michael
hadn’t come when he did, the entire plant could have blown up.
“Hey Jim. Didn’t you
see the steam coming out of the pump?”
“Yeah. I was going to
get it if you hadn’t stepped in and took over like you know everything. You know I hate that.”
“Jim, I don’t know everything and don’t want to get in the
way of you doing your job. But if that
pump gets too hot, it will blow up and you could be killed in the process.”
“Then there’d be one less mouth to feed. Wouldn’t that be horrible?” Jim said sarcastically.
“Jim, what’s gotten in to you lately? You don’t seem to be yourself.”
“I’ve been doing some reading and been pretty surprised at
what I learned.”
“What’s that?”
“I learned there was a time when people made their own
choices about what they wanted to do with their lives.”
“Are you sure about that?
That sounds a little scary to me.”
“Well up until a hundred years ago, that’s exactly what they
did. A man or woman could be anything
they wanted to be, eat anything they wanted, and wear whatever clothes they
wanted.”
“Really? What
happened?”
“A lot of people became irresponsible with their
decisions. Some chose to eat
poorly. Some even chose not to work.”
“Not work? How did
they get their supplies?” Michael asked,
astounded at the information.
“They just stayed home and the government sent them money.”
“Well that doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Except the government didn’t give them enough to live
on. They gave just enough to get by on.
Even though everyone had choices, these people had fewer choices because they
didn’t work.”
“So what happened?”
“The government decided to stop giving people the option of
not working. That’s why everyone is
assigned a job and gets their needs met by the government. In some ways this is a better system, but in
others—I’m not so sure.”
“Which system would you rather live under?”
“I’m not sure. I see
advantages and flaws in both systems.
What do you think?”
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