AFH Photo by LanVy Tran
In the year 2501, L lived in The Perfect World -- a small city that was built secretly in the forest and was covered by an artificial sky. All around, the nature was fake. No animals existed. Civilians did not need to worry about food since in every house there was an NIM machine hanging on the wall that injected nutrients into their veins three times a day -- just like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. People had an ID code number on the backs of their necks.
In The Perfect World, there were no schools or books because there was a machine named KISA that transferred basic knowledge automatically to each human’s brain. President Wydell told people that it improved their intelligence while they slept at night.
L was a 15-year-old boy with orange hair and a black tattoo of the number 301 on his neck. He had lived separately from his parents since he was 12.
He slept in a pod and wore a white bandanna through which knowledge was transmitted to him from the KISA machine.
Soon, L would be able to work.
“We’re all geniuses since we don’t need to put much effort into becoming intelligent.”
That was what President Wydell always said to the people. He was the one who determined professions for them. When babies were born, he chose jobs for them -- ones that would serve the best interests of The Perfect World....
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Shamari Satchell / AFH Artwork
So many years have passed since 2016 -- almost 75. To move around, people now use fly cars, tele-transportation, and other options. As the world evolves, even communication can be done via virtual conversations.
“Today, ladies and gentlemen, I, Dr. Nate -- scientist from the River Forest Laboratory -- want to announce that I have made a new discovery. Tired of being late to your appointments? Now you will be on time thanks to the Clone Machine. This invention will replicate yourself....”
“Dr. Nate?” one journalist asked. “Can you assure us that the clones are safe?”
“I can assure you that this invention is totally safe. What I will need is a single drop of everyone’s blood, and there it is,” said Dr. Nate...
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AFH photo by Cuong Huynh
“Elena, but I want you to go with me, please.”
“I would go but I don’t want to leave the house.”
“Why?”
The two of them -- Elena and her best friend Sarah -- were sitting on a bed in Elena’s room.
“I seriously don’t know. I just want to stay home.”
“I understand but at least promise me you’ll think about it.”
“Fine. I will let you know tomorrow.”
“Thanks. Call me. I need to go now. My mom is waiting for me to help her with dinner.”
“OK, bye.”
Elena went back to her room and stayed there for the rest of the day. Actually, she stayed there for two weeks.
Sarah was worried and talked to Elena’s mother.
“At school, the teachers were asking for her,” Sarah said.
“Do you know why she is like that?” Elena’s mother asked.
“I have an idea.”
“What?”
“I can guess it’s her phone.”
More days passed and Elena was still in
her room.
“Elena, I need to talk to you,” Sarah said. “About what?”
“About what is happening with you.” “What do you mean? This is who I am, and
now would you please leave me alone.”
“No, because you are my best friend and I want what’s best for you. And right now, your phone is dangerous. You spend too much time on it,” said Sarah, filled with concern for Elena....
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AFH photo by Cynthia Ginnetti
Apostrophe kidnapped the security guard from the semicolon once, where the government locks its secret weapons.
He entered the security room where new data is held.
“I need to break locks to and the new technology that the government created to copy/paste weapons faster,” Apostrophe thought.
He started busting-up everything.
“Where is the tiny little chip?” Apostrophe wondered.
He was looking everywhere, crazily, with his green eyes, and time was running out. This generation is killing each other for no reason -- all because the land has become one on earth, Apostrophe knew.
“Finally, you tiny little chip,” he muttered. “It took me all this time to find you.”
At that moment, he started to remember how he’d been bullied by a neighbor years ago.
“You stupid shape -- like an apostrophe,” he was told, and felt heartbroken and angry.
Now, suddenly, he heard a sound from outside the security room. He winced and dropped the chip on the floor. He struggled to pick it up.
“Why God,” he sighed, “did you have to make me in the shape of an apostrophe?”
Apostrophe spent many days trying to change his look, only to later learn an important life lesson....
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AFH artwork by Andrew Chauppetta
By the year 2080, England had become a world of total technology. Donald Trump IV, a selfish and corrupt man, was the president. He would do anything to hold onto power in this society.
He met a man named Joshua, an inventor at Harvard University, and asked him to propose a new device that could control people’s minds.
Patricia, a 30-year-old woman, worked for Trump at a company that made small diamond jewels that became known as magic cancer preventers. People wore them on their foreheads to block cancer from developing.
Everybody wore one except Donald Trump IV....
One day, after working late, Patricia was going through a batch of videotaped commercials that were made to promote the product when she discovered an important one that belonged to the president.
“This device is magnificent when it comes to controlling a human’s mind,” came the words. “With this device placed on someone’s forehead, whomever has access to the system room is the only one that is able to control that person’s mind. You can stop someone from rebelling against your orders by making the person do what you want and be satisfied.”
“What? Please tell me this isn’t true, that this whole idea of the device preventing cancer has been a lie,” Patricia said to herself, shocked....
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