User:Ayumi.Mochida

The future is darker than imagined

We're writing the year 2130. As I read through the history books, I compare them to the times we have now. Many things have changed. The people must have been very happy not having to worry about their food after the third world war. And though many good things happened, the world is more evil than ever. The medicine and the technology that the doctors use are far more efficient and sofisticated. They could heal almost every sickness and they even found a cure for cancer. Although new kinds of diseases were found after the things that were used in the weapons. There is one which is very common these days. "Necrotising fasciitis" I believe it's called. It's where the flesh of the human affected is eaten by a bacteria and the flesh looks like it's rotting. Now this illness existed in the past too, yet it wasn't as aggressive as it is now. You had somewhere to one week time to see a doctor and have a chance of surviving. Now you barely have one day. The atomic weapons that were used during the war must have done something to this bacteria and it became much stronger. The technology got very far. So did the science. Together they developed a chip that now everyone gets at their birth in which you can see the death date of anybody else. Anybody but yours because the scientists say that many people would get into depression if they knew when they die. It would be worse than now. The reason why they implant those chips is to help the family members and the doctors know when an illness or an infection or anything threatening to the body appears. Well not including accidents or so. But what does this thing bring me when 3/4 of the population doesn't afford a trip to the doctor? People are very poor and medicine and doctors are very expensive these days, so barely no one goes there. That's why there is a lack of doctors. No one wants to become one anymore because of the fear of having no money. So the past years we developed a kind of ritual where, when someone has a few more days to live or less, we are as nice as possible to them. Usually we try to be as subtle as possible, so that the people don't notice it but some do and of course they don't take it too easy. The elder are always happy when it's their last day. They enjoy the day at its fullest. And then there are of course the ones who don't want to accept it. Some even committed suicide because of that. If you're wondering about the families of those people... well there aren't really many families left anymore. People usually fight each other to survive so they don't have time for love. I'm a 34 year old male. My wife died 3 years ago and took my son with her after a bomb was dropped exactly 5 metres in front of them, killing them instantly. I was in Russia fighting in the war then. Times were hard already then but now it's even worse. Their loss made me drop out of the war and get into drinking. A lot of drinking. I used to be an alcoholic until last year when I actually started to hate myself for being so miserable. I started going to work even for the little that I got. I started to be more polite to people and I started taking care of myself and since then I never put hands on a drop of alcohol and I can say that I am quite proud of myself. But a few days ago I noticed something. People were always nice to me before because I was nice to them too but the last days they were too nice. I got some food for free, people invited me out and even some old ladies who would always be so mean to me started smiling at me for no reason. I didn't think much of it until this morning. I got a scratch yesterday when I was trying to lift some boxes at work and today I saw that the scratch got bigger. I wanted to search what that could be and since we don't have any Internet anymore I went to the library. I stood there the whole day, trying to figure out what it just was. I know it might seem like I was overreacting but I was kinda worried about my health, wanting to continue work. At the end of the day the scratch wasn't kind of a scratch anymore but more like a big cut from the wrist to the elbow. Now it's 2:30 a.m and I'm writing this with the last power that I've got left in the right arm which now is more pink and black. I can't say that the rest of my body is doing any better. I don't want to think about suicide so I'll just finish this and then get home, into bed and wait for the time to run out and finally seeing my family again. God I miss them. I hope you never have to live this. I hope the future will get better for you kid Take care and Goodbye

(I'm sorry for the errors. English is not my first language)