Password: 2020
"According to the scientists, in 2020 one day lasted about 17 hours. They were very lucky to have so much time. They say people have begun to live faster and faster since that time. And, finally, today one day equals about 4 hours. However, does anybody really need more time? Life duration is 150 years, everyone earns money using computers, studies remotely, food is delivered daily to the mailbox in eco-plastic containers, and we spend 15 minutes a day sleeping in energy-saving capsules. Most people around me think the time is not worth talking about. Nevertherless, I'm fascinated by the forbidden history. The humanities aren't very respected now. However, if you are to hack the forbidden resourses, you will discover that the books were previously written by real people, everybody was able to travel by feet and not using the capsules, and you could meet thousands of other people during lifetime just a couple decades ago."
Comments:
- It would be cool to make at least 10 acquaintances in a lifetime.
"Yeah, can you imagine the planet was once so overpopulated that people were
allowed to have only one child per family?"
- It is difficult for me to understand people, but that’s exciting. Why did you write this?
“I started this diary to be able to monitor the use of time. I should have written "to track time", that’s faster. "
I haven’t written a post since then, in order not to run into trouble. Suddenly the “new message” ringed. There was the breaking news from the President of the Earth. "Please do not leave your building, the sun today can cause severe skin burns." I click on the link below. The first column of news today is about the rally on the Central Square. It would be strange for people to signal the Generals about
their needs standing in the sun, which can burn you. I need to check what is wrong here.
The cameras in Central Square are not protected by codes much. I can log into the system. Looks as if it was Lenin’s funeral. You know, a politician from long ago. I have never seen so many people together. It's as if electricity had disappeared all over the Earth at once forever. Quite anti-utopian, but in our world it is impossible, fortunately. In any case, as far as I understand, those who did not come to the square today, either forgot how to open their own doors or became too desocialized. Or, most likely, still have some amount of common sense. The posters show that 7 children have been born in the last 5 years. One of them died from an overdose of solar energy, I read. Children are not adapted to life in our world.
It's so weird. Everyone likes to be an individualist, but we don’t have enough children, it turns out. Aren’t you satisfied that you are to live forever? Why torture yourself with children and future generations? This question is controversial to the authorities. But in our story that’s unequivocal.
It is clear that soldiers, whose number definitely exceeds the people, immediately rush to the square. I do not want to see what’s next. Already seen. In fact, the Central Square is one street away from me. And I hear the boom approaching. Fools in balaclavas will not leave ordinary people a chance. A person is not worth something in front of the robot.
Suddenly somebody knocked my door. Three times.
- Hey, open up, I need help! Password: 2020.
The password is used by those who are against the Generals. As though they want to bring back the past.
- Who are you? - I look outside carefully.
- My name is Ann - she has red hair and the bluest eyes you can imagine. I have not seen such eyes. I've never seen blue eyes at all.
- What do you need? - I open the door.
"Help me."
"I don't wanna die yet, I'm sorry."
She turns around and runs away, although she does not have time for that. Now she will be caught. Great historians of the past did not risk themselves. They wrote about those who took risks. And I still want to know a lot about our future. But great historians lived at another time. Because how do I write a story today without having an impact on it? No one will leave home voluntarily for the sake of a forbidden cause.
- Stop! - I shout, - Ann, I want to help.
She looks back with her very blue eyes. They look like a glass.
- Attention. The accomplice of "2020" is exposed.
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