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Saturday, 12 February 2011

The future of the world we know

I am now 112 years old. I never thought I’ll live to see the day when robots live alongside us, humans. Near my house, where once a village was, there is now a forest of tangled metal.
Skyscrapers go up to the sky, looming a shadow over the town below. Great balls of electronic force are used instead of fuel and oil. Cars are now flying, something that mankind always wanted to do.
Also everything is now touch-screen interactive such as: laptops, phones, elevators and books. Instead of writing, we think of a single thought and it appears on the surface you wish to write on. Oh, and justice is much more controlled, thanks to our 14643rd President.
We have also found advanced technology, which makes it easier to split an atom and thanks to this we can use split atoms for cures for any disease known to man. The future is good, the future is 2100. 

      
©Harkirat Virk   

When Darkness is heaven

It was coming. I could feel it. The evil was strong it would have no mercy. I had to get inside. Get to hide from it...

Here I can see darkness as the sun rises. It is strange the sun used to give light, now the sun sucks all the light out. Along with the happiness, I used to be glad when it came; when it supplied light. Now it is like torture, knowing that life will feel like it does at the moment. Skyscrapers cloud the view of the sunrise but you can feel it when it happens. The feeling stirs inside you, making you feel sick. When you are new to the feeling it is unbearably, it brings you to your knees. No matter how much you try, it over powers you.
 I’m now 111years old; surprisingly I’m still fit & healthy. I mean you wouldn’t expect me to be alive, let alone able to run a mile. The sound of the earth, changed so much since I was a kid. The world should be fresh smelling not like smoke or dust. The sun sphere provides a glimpse of the old world, the world I grew up in, my home... my world.
Me and my mates were going down to the sun sphere, just for a reading. See the thing is I’m only alive because I was chosen. The sun sphere protects us and the sun from getting over powered by evil. So it still protects us in the long run. Oh, sorry I forgot you don’t know this stuff. The thing is that years ago the sun was at the peak of some solar flares, when a strange electro-magnetic force seemed to infiltrate the sun. The result was catastrophic; the electro-magnetic force clashes with the suns energy, and well the solar interference caused the gravitational forces of the solar system to change. Planets crashed together destroying most of them, but we managed to survive. Then when one clashed with the sun, well let’s say the sun now wasn’t pure. The sun stone from deep within was forced from the centre, it landed on earth. Me & some of my mates felt a certain need to go to this place, and when we arrive the sun stone had landed there. Then we knew... We had been chosen. The dark matter of the universe was turning into a vast space of pure evil. This dark matter infiltrated the space of the sun stone & well, like I said it now had a dark side.
The dark matter thought the sun stone had been destroyed so when they came to the controlling they were surprise by the fact the control was only half theirs. We took the sun stone to a clearing in the forest. Only to find a space in the ground where the sun stone fitted perfectly. The sun stone glowed  and... well I think I blacked out.
©Peter Ball

Thursday, 10 February 2011

The Future

I’m one hundred and three years old. I feel like I’m still young thanks to the new technology keeping more people alive even in their elderly years.
  I live in the countryside therefore it’s very peaceful, not like the city still filled with the smells of pollution and surrounded by robots and younger generations. You can feel the greasiness of oil down the hand rails as we ride on the escalator to the town centre. I normally see friendly people trying to sell their newest inventions and products. There are rarely any thugs anymore because of the greatest security system in Britain.
 In the countryside there is fresh air, the smell of grass freshly mowed, only a couple of robots to be seen and rarely any noes or traffic. There is a few airships and aircraft passing through the sky and a new breed of bird found by scientists in America. It’s called the peltaguin.
   I have a robot which I brought from the internet. It helps me do the gardening. Robots aren’t like in the movies where they malfunction and turn evil. They just help you do things around the house like chores.
  At least there aren’t any wars like in the movies, `star wars’. (And yes I do remember a lot that was in my past.)
  I never knew I would live this long!
Oh how I love the future!

©Kira King.

The Future in 2102

It’s 2102. Even though I’m 104 years old all this technology makes me feel like I’m in my early twenties again. The future is absolutely wonderful with bright blue skies like the weather in Spain in the 2,000s. The technology today is very different now days everything is touch screen phones, computers, televisions and even the systems in cars are touch screen.
I live in the countryside so therefore it’s not busy with flying cars and people with robots like the city. There’s no robots to be seen anywhere in the countryside. You can smell lots of fruits in the countryside because it’s warm enough now in the United Kingdom to grow tropical fruits. You can also smell lovely flowers in the atmosphere and you can’t smell any pollution anywhere what so ever, because the government took notice of the climate change.
In the future there’s no paper whatsoever we have these digital sheets where we write on.  In schools children are allowed to wear whatever they want and have no homework ever.  The environment has changed completely over the years. Before people used to cut down trees for paper, but know we don’t need to because of all the technology. So that’s the future.
©Simran Sekhon