Not a Care In The World

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A litterbug cares not.

Submitted: May 05, 2017

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"Hey!" came the cry in response to Jack throwing the fast food packaging out the car window. It had been a delicious burger. 

"What?" Jack asked Manu, from who the protest originated. 

"Here I was hoping that you'd stopped that. The rest of us did when we were four."

Jack rolled his eyes, and suppressed a smirk. Had they not been on the freeway, Manu would have pulled a U-turn somewhere, gone back, and made him pick it up. But, alas, that was impossible in these traffic conditions, a fact that Jack had exploited. 

"Seriously, who cares, Manu?" he said. There hadn't been that much plastic in the rubbish. 

"I don't know, maybe the future generations that are gonna have to grow up in your filth?"

Jack diverted his gaze to the trees zipping by outside. Why had he gotten Manu to pick him up from the airport again? Simply discarding a tissue in the man's presence triggered on avalanche of lectures to do with future generations. Future generations. What a load of rot. He didn't owe them a thing. What could they possibly do for him?

Nothing.

"So, how was Belize?" Manu asked, a welcome change of subject.

"It was great actually," Jack said, "Aside from when I drank some local water. Food was awesome, so were the people."

Ahh, the people. They didn't care if you tossed a bit of trash out the window. They did it themselves. Maybe he should move?

 

 

 

Jack wheeled his suitcase inside, waving to Manu as he closed the door. After opening up some windows, he set about unpacking some souvenirs.

He nearly exploded when the wooden tribal doll broke apart in his hand, spilling rotten shards... and some red beetles? 

He threw the ruined doll out the window in a fit of rage, then stomped the beetles on the floor out of existence. Each one left a bright red stain.

Resigning himself to a dining chair, Jack flicked through the newspaper Manu had left for him with the collected mail. One article caught his eye, about some late wealthy lady who had her body frozen, in the hopes that she might be eventually revived with the aid of future technology...

 

156 years later

 

Doctor Ava Grace examined the eucalypt. The sapling was healthy, and showed no signs of infection, along with the other trees in the grove. The beetle plague had been halted nearly two decades ago, but annual checkups were still necessary. She still remembered when large stretches of such trees had become a rarity.

"Doctor Grace!"

Ava spun around at the sound. One of the interns was running full speed toward her. 

"What's the matter?" she asked.

The intern took a moment to catch his breath, "Emergency at Cryonics. Doctor Baldwin needs you immediately."

Following the intern, she found Doctor Baldwin in a panic.

"Ava!" he said at the sight of her, "There's been a malfunction with the pods. The bodies, they're thawing!"

"What?" she asked, "Can't you revive them all? How many are left?"

Since the breakthrough, so many had been brought back. Ava herself had actually spoken with people from the twenty-first century. But she didn't know there were still people waiting to be revived.

"We have twenty-eight pods, but as you know, the revival process takes time. We may be able to revive only eight, or possibly nine before we lose the rest. I need you to examine the pods and pick the best candidates."

 

 

The task made Ava sick. She didn't like the idea of choosing who got to survive. Why couldn't Baldwin have done it? Surely the technicians were handling the situation as best they could. 

She stopped in her tracks at one of the pods.

Jack Samuel Jones read the name.

No, it couldn't be. How could he have gotten in here, unnoticed all this time?

She read further. 

Personality traits: Selfish, arrogant, ambitious...

Occupation: Founder & CEO of Jones' Food Dyes

She had read enough. It was him. 

This was the man who had caused so much devastation to Australia's forests.

This was one man's name she did not care one bit about crossing off her list.

 

 


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