Talk:Freyjaaa Habitica 01-05-2022

by @StudentIsDying (posting it on Jan 7, originally done on 5th) [01-07-22 submission. 01-05-22 when finished.)

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The New Planet. (first prompt dated on 01-01-22): Robots, holograms, and hoverboards. [Three words])

Earth.

Yeah, that was a planet once, right...fascinating how they just progressed differently over time. Very differently, too!

No longer human.

Really. Now... it's not just humans, it's also robots, and cyborgs, almost quite habituated seeing them at this point. It never really mattered before.

Though...it's...rare to find pure humans with fully human skin here anymore. It’s not exactly a bad thing, but I just wish to see more humans around, you know? Because personality flaws. Can talk about how our memories suck sometimes together and ramble about random stuff. Talk about how playing a game is much better than studying words in a book that you don't want to or like to.

Basically the flaws.

Those who don't look human are still my friends, really. They’re still humans to me, and they also consider themselves to be human, and as long as they have their humanity, why would I look at them any differently? Mostly? Just removes some experiences we could share, but then again, it might just be worse because some human qualities sometimes are not exactly...good...and could lead to more complicated scenarios. Misunderstandings. All that.

Though there are people who go outside the general and become a full fledged robot on the outside and genuinely do look cool, with hoverboards as legs (if my childhood self can have hoverboard legs, I'm almost sure he's going to break it a hundred times). It's just that the 'robot skin entirely' route is not so recommended mainly because of taking more time to fix and it’s very less studied, but is good otherwise, really. You’re guaranteed to cross roads with one or two, really, but I personally wouldn’t recommend them either. Painful, expensive and can kill you since it's not seen into as much.

And...I think I’m the last complete–full–human out here, to exist. Even my own kids--they're cyborgs themselves, and they're still my kiddos. Those little superstars have a longer life expectancy, possibly immortality, and most of them were in Earth prior and the history of how Earth became polluted...will always be remembered. They learn from their mistakes. They are taking another, healthier route. And I'm happy that my children live here, instead of Earth.

I know, after I die, my children will have those mini robots, maybe some identical to me, repeating all the stuff I told them for them to be motivated. With audio recreated, or sometimes holograms after taking pictures with me, from our family photos. But honestly? I'm okay with it. I like my kids and those who I care about to keep it anyway. If it really helps them, then I’d like to see them living a good life ahead, and I will do what I can.

As a child...we had parents and grandparents telling how they had played outside, in the mud, and how they made friends despite the muddy pool formed yesterday in their field, due to rains, and cycled all the way to their schools under rains with wet homeworks on their bags. Our generation had lots of pollution, an outspread virus, staying inside, studying online and keeping our technology to ourselves while at it and then proceeding to play with online friends a lot…

...this generation is a mix of both, in a way.

It is a mix of both, because these kids are not like us–they play too (with hoverboards too, which are really quick–almost as if they can meet their online friends on the other side of the world in an hour or two!), and do well in school, thanks to microchips that are attached to them when they’re born, which have all academic information, while teachers just teach them once again to test their microchip mostly. They also study robotics and biology associated with it because that’s what this gen is based on.

And even if their microchip somehow failed (like 1 in 300,000), they have various different alternatives, by digital drawing for commissions, which people hang on their walls and explain about how those art are awesome–and if drawings did not fascinate them enough, people of all ages have a place that they could visit anytime, to create a separate island kind of thing of sorts, for relaxation or enjoyment. It’s to test creativity, in a sense, and whoever made it gets money out of it.

There’s cyber crimes around. No murder, mind you–not anymore. Instead, they end up disabling the area where the robotic parts are. There’s less child-related crimes, literally no environmental crimes because the animals and good water was shifted…here…and Earth is now a dead place, with nothing good anymore, and also a testing place for these robotic human people. I can see why…but do we really have to?

They put a sheet of non reactive gas they found or something around Earth and extracted their ozone layer, for sunlight’s harmful rays stuff. Animals are taken care, so are humans of all genders and mostly all sexual orientations, robots and everything in between, and environment friendly–and good stuff, basically, but at what cost?

Cost of their humanity.

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Why am I thinking about this world when I'm so old and almost can die in any moment at this rate?

No clue. Maybe because I’m on my deathbed, with trouble breathing–it’s almost as if my mind and body are different at this point.

My kiddo is here, and behind them, is their son. The room has petrichor aroma, with realistic forest holograms, which…is relaxing.

I’m proud of my kiddo, for surviving this long, and still caring for their father, who didn’t do much I guess…I could have been a better father, but I feel glad that at least I didn’t give them bad memories to look back on.

Along with some positive ones I made.

I could feel them staring at me, maybe trying to suppress their waterworks. Until I couldn’t see anything.

Water suddenly slides on my arm. Is it warm? Is it cold? I don’t…know.

I can’t see anything, nor can I feel any longer. Not feel-feel at least. I don’t know what’s going on...

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Now...welcome to the end., a voice seemingly greeted, and I couldn't see anything. Am I possibly hallucinating?

Maybe.

And slowly...I left everything behind.