Fifty Years From Now
A grim future awaits us in this flash story of mine. Beware of the $ians, for they may snatch you up!
Grandpa tells me that I was born ten years too late. I have no memory of what it was like before the world lost its way (though, he says that it had been riding I80 to Stupidville way before 2045). I frown as I gaze at his withered face. It looks serene in the candlelight. I sigh. The power outages have been getting worse. It's been out for three days straight now.
When I see his chest rise and fall, I close my eyes and sit down. Good. I wrestled his mask on just in time. I glance over at the window. He likes to call the deep, dark brown hue "the marriage between a hipster and a trashy sepia filter." I have no idea what it means, but I always laugh because he likes my reaction.
Sand begins to pelt against it. I rise and close the curtains. I'm sick of sand. It wasn't this bad ten years ago. Resources were scarce then, and the only reason Grandpa, Mom, and me have a small cabin is because he was some sort of war hero before all of this.
Am I lucky that I'm sheltered from reality? I don't know. Every once in a while the TV turns on, and we get a glimpse of the outside. The $ians like to parade their wealth by showing us how horrible it is out there. The sad thing is that there are just three factions left these days.
The VAl&ers, us. We live under the military pensions of old in decaying, manufactured neighborhoods--we are a dying breed.
The Fendrz, the ones left the fend for themselves in this mess. Grandpa says they were the working class way back before the world went to hell. They slipped through the cracks and were too poor to buy themselves out of the Disaster of 2045. He says they were always treated like shit.
Then there are the fat $ians, the ones who live in the famed *light City. They come from the upper classes of old or fendrz and VAl&ers attractive enough to be snatched up. Grandpa says that's what happened to Dad right after Mom had me.
I shudder. Is he some Ms. Piggette's husband now? Is he doomed to forever shovel horseshit? Mom says the $ians snatch us up to keep themselves from inbreeding. I don't like to think about it. I keep to VAl&. I don't dare go near the crumbling wall just outside the forest.
They've taken a liking to us in the past year.
Are the fendrz dying off? Have they stolen all the beautiful ones? I'll never understand the radio broadcasts and government pamphlets we get in the mail...What is so wrong with the fendrz that they're left in the ruins of the giant cities of old?
Grandpa remembers when the food shortages began and The Smarter You initiative started. He says it was a bunch of fascist bullshit designed to stop the dredges of society from breeding. They got blamed for everything. Grandpa blames society. People used to be selfish, infantile brats, especially with the rise of technology. He says there used to be gadgets for everything. They had bracelets that counted your steps and pocket 'puters that could access other people--
I don't know what he's talking about. I just know that the fendrz are dying off, and we're next. M@t from the blue cabin has been missing for three days. Dela has been missing for three months. They were the most attractive people in our village...
Grandpa says I'm next.
~FIN
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2065
Grandpa tells me that I was born ten years too late. I have no memory of what it was like before the world lost its way (though, he says that it had been riding I80 to Stupidville way before 2045). I frown as I gaze at his withered face. It looks serene in the candlelight. I sigh. The power outages have been getting worse. It's been out for three days straight now.
When I see his chest rise and fall, I close my eyes and sit down. Good. I wrestled his mask on just in time. I glance over at the window. He likes to call the deep, dark brown hue "the marriage between a hipster and a trashy sepia filter." I have no idea what it means, but I always laugh because he likes my reaction.
Sand begins to pelt against it. I rise and close the curtains. I'm sick of sand. It wasn't this bad ten years ago. Resources were scarce then, and the only reason Grandpa, Mom, and me have a small cabin is because he was some sort of war hero before all of this.
Am I lucky that I'm sheltered from reality? I don't know. Every once in a while the TV turns on, and we get a glimpse of the outside. The $ians like to parade their wealth by showing us how horrible it is out there. The sad thing is that there are just three factions left these days.
The VAl&ers, us. We live under the military pensions of old in decaying, manufactured neighborhoods--we are a dying breed.
The Fendrz, the ones left the fend for themselves in this mess. Grandpa says they were the working class way back before the world went to hell. They slipped through the cracks and were too poor to buy themselves out of the Disaster of 2045. He says they were always treated like shit.
Then there are the fat $ians, the ones who live in the famed *light City. They come from the upper classes of old or fendrz and VAl&ers attractive enough to be snatched up. Grandpa says that's what happened to Dad right after Mom had me.
I shudder. Is he some Ms. Piggette's husband now? Is he doomed to forever shovel horseshit? Mom says the $ians snatch us up to keep themselves from inbreeding. I don't like to think about it. I keep to VAl&. I don't dare go near the crumbling wall just outside the forest.
They've taken a liking to us in the past year.
Are the fendrz dying off? Have they stolen all the beautiful ones? I'll never understand the radio broadcasts and government pamphlets we get in the mail...What is so wrong with the fendrz that they're left in the ruins of the giant cities of old?
Grandpa remembers when the food shortages began and The Smarter You initiative started. He says it was a bunch of fascist bullshit designed to stop the dredges of society from breeding. They got blamed for everything. Grandpa blames society. People used to be selfish, infantile brats, especially with the rise of technology. He says there used to be gadgets for everything. They had bracelets that counted your steps and pocket 'puters that could access other people--
I don't know what he's talking about. I just know that the fendrz are dying off, and we're next. M@t from the blue cabin has been missing for three days. Dela has been missing for three months. They were the most attractive people in our village...
Grandpa says I'm next.
~FIN
