A date with myself
Hi everyone this a really short story. Hope you like it.
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Today, I had decided - and that too after a long time - to step out of this 1 BHK apartment that I shared with my best friend Lily. This drive to get out this mild cold vicinity into the bright, warm sun had been suppressed and my job requirement had trained my eyes 24/7 on the monitor screen assessing the air traffic. If I were to leave my screen even a minute before my shift ends, the chaos of flying machines banging amongst themselves is a 100℅ surity. Oh, by the way, my name is Jade - yeah, I know it doesn't sound like any flower's or animal's name, which is allotted to any girl born in remembrance of the extinct species - and work for traffic police intelligence department and for my duty's tight schedule I have been stuck in my apartment that us at the 1899th, well I am lucky to be so high up cause the people below 800th floor are charred to death due to the heat, volcanic eruptions and hit springs sprouting everywhere. Only the middle part is enough for human survival with artificial layering. We are stuck mid-air between the lava and steam erupting land and those skin charring sun rays since the ozone layer has vanished along with most of the atmospherical gases swept away by the solar winds. It's already 9 pm and my shift is over. I leave dir the public bathrooms after waking Lily to continue with the shift. Only 5 min of water at 1-degree Celsius is in store for me this week and I am to use it all today. When I am done slipping into my favorite floral dress - out of the 5 dresses I own - I jump onto my airlift scooter and start walking and that is to say because of our useless planet ending up with all-natural gases, petrol, minerals, so there is no other way except for walking on my carpet like scooter moving in the direction of what mind wants. Tick, I start the timer for 4 hours so by the 5th hour I am back at my room letting my heat resistant synthetic steel skin cool down or else I am to meltdown aiding to the spilling lava down 5000m below. I am thankful to our scientists - which I could have been if I had more number of zeros in my bank account to buy brain-stimulating steroids - to have ripped away my extremely sensitive, natural skin seconds after I was born replacing it with heat resistant synthetic steel skin. Survival through this process comes down to 2% in 1000 lives and if you are lucky enough you only will remember the pain, yet this invention is a feat achieved. Let's forget all of this and move towards my date with myself and since I had always been a geek and there is no other mode of entertainment. I direct my oath to the museum. Yesterday, the last surviving tree - 600 yrs old Banyan - it's the last leaf, it was a major attraction, with its roots encrusted into the building of the museum resting upon the only landmass suspended in the air. And today there is a souvenir to commemorate the story of the dead tree, completely disappeared into lavish furniture auctioned at ostentatious prices. We are the last living beings on this earth and last human beings in this solar system, even after finding life on other planets we were dispised and shooed away.
I step in and everything changes - just inside the mind - before I see anything, I feel a gush of cool, moisture-laden air slipping by steel smooth skin even my bald head. Wind swirling around me with exotically melodious voices I have never heard, butter by the ruddling of leaves, the howl of the wind, and gurgling of water in a distance. Funny it must be for wind to make me shriek - I never thought I could - when it blows hard against my dress lifting it, while me twirling with my hands wide apart welcoming in all the pleasant air. I fall back on the dew-wet grassy ground, to me, this appeared to be a meadow, surrounding air filled with savoring odor of plants, flowers, and the ground. It was a clearing surrounded by trees and the view in front of my eyes of, the clear blue scantily cloudy with such soothing and mild warm sun rays pushing me to be drowsy.
This place is heaven for us, we could once again feel what it was like before Earth was totally exploited and destroyed, it no longer was the blue planet rather reddish-brown planet - Mars's twin now. Now as philosopher advocated for this exploitation leading to the survival of the fittest. Totally true stupidity, the survival of the fittest - there is nothing left for survival. Oldest anyone could pull this life for had been 39 years. If this is anything, it is survival for living.
We have a full description of that hazardous destruction that happened 3 centuries ago - 2200 - and all those ignorant, reckless depleting- destructions aiding to the largest chain of volcanic eruptions continuing for 28 years and 11.6 Richter earthquake happening along the pacific ring of fire, North-American and India-Australian plate. Around 100 years ago civilization of the remaining people came together to build the world back but to no avail and from then onwards it been about survival. All the memories of generations have been passed down, transferring information from the start of the civilizations. There is no hope of survival. It's only 2 times this Museum is open for a person, once 5 years after birth and.........
I had always accepted myself to be unlucky being born on earth with only such definite chances of living to make it past living whereas other planetarians keep excelling turning it into a techno-natural beauty.
I am still unlucky when I couldn't feel this profound beauty of nature and our cruelty. Today for the first time in 17 years of struggle of living could I feel the clench in my heart, so painful that I wish to cry to release this pain but even our body realized, no use if these tears when you turn insensitive. I close my eyes to subdue this pain realizing my own mistake of cursing such and beautiful, giving and cherishing earth, whereas feeling remorse for the greedy, sinful human beings - digging up their own grave. I want this pain, guilt, and hatred - towards my ancestors - leave my none emotion receptive body because it's only now that I realize the fault in our stars, being greedy and yielding to no force deluding ourselves as the most superior force. Now is no hope, no chance, no level of effort can change our doom.
I close my eyes hoping for the last time to go back in time and change such a horrific fate, my body going into a forever slumber.
This is the 2nd time anyone enters the museum.