America 2025

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is an short story that was made for a class assignment, but my teacher said it was really awesome. So here u go.Please leave any comments you have.

Submitted: December 22, 2013

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Submitted: December 22, 2013

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America in 2025

“We put one plate down….Then another plate down, until all the plates are set”, is the song my father used to sing every time he set a table.He always sung the song with a warm smile on his face, that could melt anyone’s cold heart.”Now what comes next after the plates?”, he would say. ”Forks and knives”, I would reply screaming at the top of my lungs.”Ha Ha, yes now- BONG! BONG! BONG! I dropped my plate and snapped back into reality.”Honey, are you okay?” my mom asked, sounding worried that I have a crazed look on my face, and that I dropped one of her favorite plates. I looked around,hoping to see that I wasn’t remembering again and that my mom didn’t see me having this memory.But it was too late, President Chad and his malice detectives already saw everything I remembered.By collecting the memory using a device that makes a bong sounds in my head. ”Yeah,I’m fine, I said choking out the words with a hoarse shaky voice,I’m fine.” My mom eyes me suspiciously, but finishes setting the table. I wonder does my mom even remember her husband exist,or how her eyes used to light up like a kid in a candy store every time she saw him; always wide eyed and smiling. They were perfect together and she doesn’t even remember that he ever existed.And thats all because of the forgetful serum that President Chad detectives made.”Did it happen again?” My little sister Poom asked.Looking at me as if I held all the answers to the world in my hands.I sighed trying to keep my frustration down to answer her question lightly. “No Poom it didn’t happen again my ...my hand grip just slipped up...I’m fine.” I retorted. But the truth was, that I wasn’t and neither were they; since I have this ability. The reality is, that if i have another memory that is collected, my family will die. “What happened again?” my mom demanded, turning around to look at me as if she was a black widow and I was her prey. “Nothing! Okay, I’m fine Mom...May I please be excused to my room,” I challenged, already walking out the room. “Sure,” she hesitated, “ Just be down before dinner.” I walked into my room, pacing around the rug on my floor, but stopped in the mirror to look at my reflection.I looked drained and drab. The bags under my eyes hung there like a baby holds on to its mom. My hair lacks color and is a dull burnt orange instead of an vibrant red.The bolts around my eyes are loose and keeps falling out, my shoulders are slump and my back curls. I look 35 years of bot instead of 14 years of bot. I lack life and freedom, I just wants to be an regular teenage robot. But instead i’m cursed with the ability to look at memories.I walked away from the mirror feeling more conflicted than before. “Fawn, dinners ready!” My mom yells. “Ugh, can I skip dinner tonight?” I requested. “Fine,” my mom says sounding belligerent, “ But you'll have to eat dinner tomorrow.” I curl into a ball on the floor and tried to sort through all my thoughts that I have. My eyes start to water as I start to think about my father, life, and this curse. At least I don’t have those speculations about running away with Poom anymore. Because, both of us knew that we’ll be executed on the spot without any hope of mercy. With sleep finding me, I drift off into unconsciousness, but woke up to the sound of footsteps and screaming. I looked around me and saw airplanes in the dark glooming sky and heard gun shots coming from the distance. I looked down at my hand and saw that I was sitting in a warm sticky pool of blood; it smelled of rust and salt. Where am I? Why am I here and why am I dreaming this? I stood up and saw that I wasn’t a robot anymore, but an actual human being.I was a tall, pale looking girl with sunset orange hair that caved down my face. My eyes were the color of a tropical rainforest green, while my face was round and plump.I heard another gun shot and started to run towards this white building. Another person runs passed me, but gets shot by this soldier wearing a strange symbol that looks like a moon and a hammer combined. I make it to the big white building, and realized that i was panting harder than I usually do. However my panting becomes interrupted by a familiar voice that sounds nasally and wicked. “Thank you, for helping me accomplish my goal of creating the perfect world.” This must be President Chad I think, because he’s the only man I know that wears a crooked smile every time they talked. “No problem,” a man says sitting far right of President Chad, twisting his fingers together. He wears a fur hat with a big black mafia coat, he kept twisting his fingers and holding head down, until another man speaks. “ An old Chinese proverb says fear can be the best manipulation in earning loyalty.” An Asian looking man with yellow teeth added, while wearing a suit with the same symbol as the soldiers I saw earlier. “ Well ,President Chad say with a smug expression, I think i’m going to create a perfect world by actually creating my citizens.To you know, in sure that I have one hundred percent loyalty. Also, he straightened up, how long will it take our little helpers to finish the job?” The Asian man smiles and looks at his partner, “About another hour or so.” “Perfect,” President chad disclosed. I stood there with my mouth open and my heart sinking into a black hole. I just couldn’t believe that he was the one that started the war and that he was the one who created us. I thought that he was different, but it turns out that I was wrong.He’s an evil, malice person that let ambition drove him to killing a whole race because he wanted no one inquiry. I woke up feeling like someone hit me over the head with a brick. BONG! BONG! BON- “No!” I screamed. They can’t collected this. My family will die because of me. And it would be all my fault because I have this ability.I walked to the door with wobbly legs and shaky hands. I turned door knob and walked outside. I know the rules stated to not leave your house unless its necessary; but I have to, in order to save my family.I started walking, quickening my pace at every footstep. Thinking that me sacrificing myself for my family is the right thing to do. Because, the Government will only make them forget about me, by making them take the forgetful serum. But somewhere deep down inside me, I know that everyone in this torn down city should know about our corrupted leader. The outside of our town looks burnt and smells of rotten souls. The trees are leafless and the sky reeks happiness. I step over dead bodies and broken robots parts in the squishy bloody dirt. I get to the White house and instantly feel unwanted. President Chad stand there looking at me with his beady piercing eyes. Wearing a blue suit that execute his pale white skin. Being barely five feet, he stands next to a scientist wearing a white coat and a vengence smile. President Chad motions towards the door and the scientist and I both go through. The scientist grabs my shoulders and pushes me forward, Her hands are cold and smells of plastic. Her hair is pulled back into an ponytail, executing her piercing brown eyes. She points towards a foggy window and smirks as she walks away. I looked through the window and saw Poom lying on a conveyor belt. she’s crying and yelling out my name as she moves towards the shredder.With my mind blank, I stood there looking at her getting closer to the end. Then I realized that they got them, and even with my sacrifice they still got them. The only people I care about ; and they’re going to die because of me.I banged at the windows with tears rolling down my face and my heart aching. I knew that I wasn’t strong enough to break the glass, but I tried. And kept trying until the scientist came and got me. “ Why are you doing this to me?” I declared while hyperventilating. “Because your father didn’t get your memory bank cleared, so your family has to go. since this is the second rebellion in your family,” the scientist replied. “ But this wasn’t my fault that I have this ability, it was genetic, you didn’t have to kill them, I begged as we get closer to the table. She smiles,” If it genetic then your little sister will become a monster too right?” “I’m not an monster! I’m not a monster,” I scream. “Oh, but you broke the rule with being born this way, now do me a favor and stop screaming.” We get to the operating table and she sraps me in. I shiver at the coldness of the chains and her gloves. She fumbles around in a suitcase and pulls out a big needle full of forgetful serum. She hesitated and whispered sorry, as her trembling fingers ejected the serum in my arm. I cried of agony , but slowly forgot what that felt like. My brain felt like a vacuum cleaner came and stuck everything. Like a balloon floating higher and higher. I woke up and saw this little girl screaming and crying. She was a beautiful little thing with vibrant red hair and big green eyes. I wonder who she is. A lady walked over to me wearing a white coat.”Welcome Fawn, i’m Cassie and welcome to 2025 America.We just got out of an war, of an terrible bombing and our generous President Chad has re-created America using the highest technology.But always remember, she looks me in the eye, That President Chad is always right.”


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