In the year 2100
”I will never say never. I will fight ‘til forever.”
My eyes lit up and as I lifted my head to look at the unusually large music player, I banged the back of my head against the low ceiling of our attic. Ouch.
”Who is this guy?” I thought to myself as I rubbed the sore spot on my head. ”Obviously some old guy from when Mom was younger.”
I decided to bring the music player downstairs and as I climbed down the ladder I heard noises from the TV in the kitchen, still with my head throbbing uncomfortably.
”Today is a day to remember all of the lives lost to starvation.” The tv showed a reporter sitting in a large sofa looking very serious and as I entered the room, my mother mumbled: ”So now they blame starvation?” and pulled a face. My mind recognized it as the same one my uncle used to wear whenever my brother and I tackled each other as kids. Annoyance.
I knew exactly what she was so annoyed about. When scientists found out how to genetically engineer food and crops to contain more of the essential nutrition, they immediately wanted to try it out. The goal was to eradicate starvation but because they were all too unexperienced, they killed over 50,000 people while playing God. The bodies of the starving human beings were not able to handle the food because of the earlier loss of nutrients and instead the altered crops were rejected. These events occurred during the early stages of testing these advanced methods but my parents had still raised me to understand how wrong these kinds of tests were. People all over the world had disputes and demonstrated, but in the end everyone wanted to live in a better world and realized how stupid it was to fight over things that had already happened. While the world moved on into a new era where sickness was fought by using genetic engineering, there were still people enjoying simplicity. My brother and I were naturally conceived while almost every other couple used in vitro fertilization. This obviously led to a few complications in life but now I should go back to telling you what happened the day I died.
I finally asked my mother about the curious boy singing about fighting.
”That’s Justin Bieber. One of few who survived your type of cancer before it was curable.”
The word ”curable” punched me in the stomach, because my cancer was curable. It just wasn’t possible for me.
”I think I fancy him. He has a pretty voice.”
”He had a pretty voice, dear. Alas, people lost interest in him when all first world problems turned into the colour of one’s eyes or having the prettiest children.”
”That is sad. How could anyone neglect pure talent?”
”We all became selfish when they told us we could live longer, heathier lives and anyone who claimed they could live without genetically engineered children, bodies, started to fade out of focus.”
While Mom and I had been discussing mankind, my friend Amelia had joined us and now she was glancing at me.
”Don’t be ridiculous. He wasn’t genetically altered at all.” Her face a mask, hiding her own disgust.
”Nobody was back then,” Mom calmly explained.
”But he could’ve carried so many sicknesses. Why would you like him?” She looked at me in surprise. ”You, if anyone, should hate such things as diseases.”
”Maybe I like living like this,” I said quietly. ”I can’t take anything for granted because any day, moment could be my last.”
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This really very interesting. You have made a plot that you could possibly run with I you choose to do so. Obviously this is a great piece of work and I think that you should expound upon it. Although, I think you should change the music artist. That's jut me though because I don't really like Justin Beiber as most don't. Other than that little tie bit, this could make an amazing story.
Thank you for reading and thank you for your kind words!
Yes I'm aware and I thought about just putting a random name in as well, but like the description says: I had a bet with my teacher to manage a story including him, and since I used his song lyrics it would feel weird to remove him.
Really nice. I like the fact that she's is telling her friend off who is (or seems to be) joining in the hype of no disease, perfect human beings. I think the idea of genetic engineering and cloning and whatnot is really interesting but I struggle with it from a moral aspect. You explored both of these avenues in this work so great job
On the big paragraph, the last sentence, "This obviously led to a few complications in life but now I should go back to telling you what happened the day I died." seems a little off to me. I get that she is dying, being sick. But she doesn't actually ever die during the story so I don't get that part.
Really good story
Haha, thank you!
Yes well, the blow to the head kills her that day but I chose to leave the dying part out because I felt like it might be a bit irrelevant, i dont know. The important point of the day is the fact that she simply states that she could die any moment, and ironically she does.