October 19, 2004

Essay finally done... but brace face is back... sort of...

     SO I finally finished my catcher in the rye essay (blarg I hate formal writing), but in it's place I got a retainer (top and bottom) which kinda dampened my joy of essay completeness. Anyway, since it's late tonight and I have a test and homework to do, I'll just post my incomplete story. I know, I know. But I promise I'll get more of this one done, SOON. (Note, this story not only promises to be my longest yet, it also is going to have the most character development and actual non-one-scene based stuff happen.

End of Progress
By Kit Sczudlo

     I woke to a gentle warming sensation throughout the blanket. I smiled and tugged my blanket closer, even though I knew what was going to happen next. The blankets began to pull back, and tiny sensors in my body picked up the wake up routine. I was suddenly filled with energy, and felt like staying in bed was silly! Why should I waste such a beautiful day? Tiny monitors checked all throughout the room checking my current plans and what had been planned earlier in the month. A small chipper voice called out from a speaker on my bedside table.

     “Good Morning!” it said as I sat up in bed putting my feet onto the ground, “How are you doing today?”

     “Mmmmmm, good morning!” I said with a stretch, “Just fine thanks for asking.” Suddenly, a pair of slippers appeared out of the sides of my bed and slipped onto my feet.

     “Great! Fantastic! Good to hear!” sometimes it seemed like the computer tried too hard. “Would you like to hear a run-down of what has been planned for today?”

     “Sure,” I got up and walked towards the bathroom, the computer changed speakers from the one on my table to the one next to the bathroom door.

     “Alright! Here we go! 1) You should remember to take a shower today! –Love Mom.” Hahahaha, it seems like Mom must have been messing with the scheduling routines again today, “2) You have a lunch with Mr. Perriot at 3 o’clock.” Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about that… “3) You have a family dinner tonight as dictated by mandate 339130-27718 Article 2, Clause 6.” Ugh, I always hated the government mandated “family togetherness night,” but I guess not all families have a nice a relationship as ours.

     “Is that it?”

     “Oh no! There is one more thing: Today there will be a town meeting to discuss another uprising in sector 6.” Oh no, not again. Those bastards from underground just have no concept of progress…

     The artificial lights click on in their huge, ominous way. Like they did every morning. I couldn’t stand it. It sounded like someone turning on the world’s largest fly zapper. And not just any lights. These lights were our sun. They covered the ceiling of our underground abyss. One by one, the lights clicked on at exactly 6:38 every morning. Regulation… It’s the bane of our existence. When I think about hell, I think I realize something. It could be the most pleasant place in the entire planet, but all it would have to do is loop. Forever. Unchanging. Regulated to such a degree that everything could be predicted down to the last molecule of dust. And we would be forced to do the same things over and over. But what would make it hell is that we wouldn’t be able to think about anything but what we were doing. We would be forced to just watch and feel the same thing. Our minds would try and wander, but wouldn’t be able to think about anything but the task at hand. Minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, and year after year… the same thing… forever.

     I rolled out of bed and tried to plug my ears so that I wouldn’t hear the lights turning on. I hated that noise. It was slowly grinding away at me. It was like having an alarm clock that you could never get rid of, whose bell you loathed. The little buzz got through to me. BZUL…ZZZZZZZZZZZ...

     “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I punched my hand into the wall next to my bed. It made a hole in the cheap plaster that the government made the inside of all our houses out of. I pulled my hand out bloodied. I clenched my fists. We shouldn’t be made to live like this. No one should ever have to live this way.

     I sat up in bed. I dragged my hands across my face to pull the sleep from my eyes. I looked around my room. Man, what a dump. The whole room was probably only seven feet across, 10 feet long. But I’m not really sure. A small mechanical drawer sits at the foot of my bed. It rusting over in several places, and the old little display is cracked. It’s ancient by today’s technology, but you get what you can from the dumpsters. Hah, the dumpsters. Look at me! I’m pulling probably the most valuable item in my possessions from the dumpsters. But then again, the people on the surface dumped valuable things all the time, it was just a question of determination to get to it first.

     I stood up and walked to the drawer. I wish it worked like it used to, but I know that the days in which this hunk of junk worked are long past. I pushed on the little LCD display. A faint “GOD MONIG” appeared on the display, cracks causing most of the letters to disappear. I pushed a few buttons so it would a least make a single type of clothing. At some point you could just press a few buttons and it would automatically unfold and iron a piece of clothing out and display it in the tope drawer. Now I pushed the button for shirts and the thing would start howling. I yanked the drawer open. The thing shut off. I had to tug it several times to get it all the way out. Chips of rust flew off it. I sifted through my tiny pile of raggedy shirts and found one.

Posted by Kickmyassman at October 19, 2004 10:56 PM

Glad to see you took my suggestion about posting your stories on your Blog, Kit! I hope you finish this one soon.

Posted by: EJ at October 20, 2004 06:54 PM
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