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The Space Dreamer's Dream
The muscles in his face tensed. His veins started to bulge and he clenched his fist hard. I leaned against him and we continued to watch. The monstrosity of humans. “Well...are you ready to go?” I asked, still staring at the mess.“I don't know. Honestly when will I ever be ready to go?” he replied, almost lifeless. We couldn't remove our eyes. It had us intensely mesmerized.“Well it's getting dark.” “But does it have to?”“That's the way of the world.”“Sadly enough;” His muscles had relaxed. Silently we walked back to the house. When we reached our tiny excuse for living condition, I punched in...
What About History?
Twenty. There are twenty rows of wooden floorboards.Each row appeared to contain ten or so planks.Two-hundred pieces. Which one was the biggest?There was one towards the middle of the room that seemed a little longer than the others.But was it the biggest?Maybe if calculated by area.What’s the area of a rectangle again?The sides aren’t equal in length. It’s definitely a rectangle.Jay has his foot near the one end and he wears a size 15 shoe.What if he just so happened to place his other foot right behind the other?C’mon, Jay, make the measurement easier. Do it for math!Does shoe size tell you...
The Efficient World—A letter to someone from the Last Known Blue Planet
It was what you can call an old men’s club gathered in a Park. A sign declares that it’s a park. The Park lies amidst tediously landscaped complexes. The Park has, on its bio-programmed grass, growth-programmed playpens for 12- months –olds, wherein they play for exactly 2 months, no more, no less. Thereafter, they enter Efficient Growth Courses; we call this park, the Patch. Looking at the view, a word comes to mind—sterility. Nothing grows here, things just rot and wait to die. A model indeed for a world with an all-pervading phobia of spontaneity and an obsession with planning. A microcosm ...
The Future in Flames
“The word ‘future’ is a strange one. We rely on it so muwww.onedoor.ccch yet have no idea what our world holds in store for us. Now, we have faced an obstacle that may seem impossible to get past. But, we will rise up to the challenge. You have already heard of the prophecy. While my administration and I have no way of confirming or denying this threat as of yet, we will do all we can to prepare ourselves for any events, good or bad. However, we can also give the generations to come the supplies they need to survive and thrive in the future. And that is exactly what I, Maya Rose, your president, plan to d...