I Am Original - By Mel
It was February 12th, I was getting ready for the day. My clothing had been folded neatly on the chair beside my bed from yesterday, as usual. I didn’t remember anything that happened yesterday, as usual.
I got out of bed, put my shoes on, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After the full three minutes were over, I changed my clothing, and checked my journal. Flipping each individual page until I got to February 11th.
“I went to the supermarket to get some food, and saw Mr. Brunne on the way,” I started reading the page aloud. “He stopped by me, and so he started talking about his week, and how much work he had, and how rarely he could see his family,” I got a strange feeling in my stomach, so I decided to stop reading. I can’t read today. I’ll be late, I thought.
My journal was the only document I had of every day, of every encounter I had, of every thing I did. So I read every morning the things that I did yesterday, so that whenever someone would ask me, ´Do you rememer...´, I could say ´Yes´, even though I didn’t. Though, sometimes, I get faint images in my head, memories from the past, however, the images are so vague, it would be a miracle to be able to identify some of them.
This journal kept my life in order, like a basket containing the same fruit, but more important.
The bus I arrived to the station I had waited every morning, all seven days of the week. I looked at my watch, 7:30 it was, just like usual. As the bus was halting, I noticed that it was a new model. It didn’t have any wheels, but instead, hung down, attached to the wires that held it in the air. New models are officially being released today! It said, on the side of the bus.
Inside the bus were all the same people, business-men and -women , like usual. Henry Emmens, Castellen Solace, Ruth Mcnaire, and a few others I never talked to. Henry and Castellen were sitting infront of Ruth, while she was sitting alone, with an empty seat next to her.
“Good morning Belle,” Ruth said with a warm smile, as I sat down next to her.
“What do you think of the Ranger-3.5? The new bus model?”, she asked the group. Castellen turned around, when I noticed him wearing a mask. Oh no, I thought. I put my mask on.
Sometimes the air become so toxic, that it become mandatory to wear a mask. I remember a image, one that I could identify rather easily, one that just popped into mind while I was at work. I don’t know where the place was, but, the sky was clear; something that we get only in a blue moon. It wasn’t light blue, but more of a navy tone. I saw the strangest thing. There it was, all alone, a white cotton fuzz, floating in the sky, like a jelly fish in an empty sea.
At first, I thought I had gone completely insane, but when I told Henry, he thought I was lucky to see such as fortune. I was silent.
“These masks are such a pain, can’t even breathe properly,” Henry complained. He was always the one to complain at everything. Not even as a 36 year old adult, can he be serious.
But, the masks never bothered me, I could always “breathe”; my lungs always lifted and droped, as if they were automatic. Sometimes I wondered, if they had any use because, that’s all the did, increased and decreased volume. That’s all.
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We arrived at work. There was a big sign on the building, Y.I.Robots. All four of us were new to the job, so as soon as we entered, we were greeted...by robots.
“Welcome to Y.I.Robots! Would you like me to be your assissted serivce?”
“No.” Castellen said abruptly. So abruptly, that we all turned to look at him blankly.
“Typical Castellen.”Ruth whispered to Henry, making sure Castellen couldn’t hear, but all of us seemed to hear it anyway.
As we walked further down the white metallic, spheroid building, we squinted of eyes, due to the strong lights that hung all around the walls. It was very bright there, that at every glossed suface, would be a blinding gleam of light. That would hit your eyes, and would paralyze anyone who looked at it.
We came down to the main office, where we waited for our names to be called out by a desk-worker. We all sat down on the cushiony chairs, crossed our legs, and waited. We waited for twenty minutes, so then we made sure that we made a reservation, or if we came and the correct time.
Ruth took out the papers with all the information she had written down when she was on the phone, making the reservation. She looked at us and shrugged.
“Well, we aren’t just going to sit here,” Henry said, as he stood up, “I’m going to ask.” he told us, like we were children. He walked up to the desk, all serious and all; when he doesn’t get it his way, he get’s mad, and it sometimes gets worrying.
Castellen gave out an anxious sigh, and said, “Great.”
We knew what was going to happen...
“Excuse me,” Henry said in a cold tone, “What exactly is taking so long? You know, we’ve been waiting here for two hours!” He said, raising his arms.
“Actually twenty minut-”
“Ssshh!” Henry interupted me. He turned to me and widened his eyes, showing his yellow eyes. I looked out the window and scoffed, bothered. I put my wireless earbuds and connected them to my phone at home. I’ll just listen to music, I thought. At least then, no one would bother me.
The technology has been so improved; Everywhere you look, you see advertisments of the latest tech-producs, I said, while looking at an ad of a light-speed tech car.
I relaxed a little, while Castellen and Ruth looked through the magazines. I stood up and took off my earbuds, when Ruth asked me where I was going.
“To get coffee. Want some?” I asked her, knowing what the answer would be.
She nodded and smiled, “Yes please!”
Ruth and I have been friends ever since middle school; now that I think about it, for seventeen years. I was fifteen then, and Ruth was fourteen, one year younger then me. We always used to go out for lunch and talk about our classes, and what we were going to do for the weekend.
In my opinion, I think we are the same, yet different. You understand? It’s like, you can relate to each other, but there are tiny things that stand out between you and them, uniquenesses.
“Ok, it’s our turn!” Henry said, when I came back with three cups of coffee. “Ah, thank you”, he said while taking the third cup for himself. I gave out a small laugh and took the cup away. “This is for Castellen, not for you,”I gave Castellen his cup, “You can go get yourself one.”
When he asked me why, I told him he was to embarassing to be seen with us.
“You just yell to much.” Castallen said, taking a sip from his cup, as Ruth and I nodded in agreement.
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