The Night Of The Dystopian Future Repelling Ritual

How do you ward off dystopian futures? Hold a repelling ritual.

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Despite the cloudless evening sprinkling illuminating stars, a large roar exploded shaking the striped ones stall, “Zebra,” Paulie calmly comforted, “those loud mechanical monsters are never going to replace you.”

Seeing the zebra’s eyes glisten, the young boy continued, “none of that machinery out there, have any decision-making images.”

Few miles away, the moon glowed above the placid crystal lake, before a loud bang shattered the tranquil setting. Feeling rattled, village gypsy Becky Sue never flinched, concentrating, pondering how things changed through the generations.

Once upon a time, they used to call prescription medication magical potions, and after academics blew the wandering problem solvers’ cover, Becky Sue’s community rolled with the punches, observing, constantly encouraging, powerful individuals, advising the leaders, “think properly”.

“I will go to University,” Becky Sue declared, making the commitment to understand practical realities.

As crackling whistling sounds encompassed the outdoor stage, Princess Lida enjoyed a balcony view, observing the future celebrating a special life moment. Arriving, formally presenting a motorcycle motorcade, igniting entertaining rockets, the festival goers performed, imitating local influencer Becky Sue, wishing she depart the pond and enjoy their spirits.

“It is nice to see tomorrow’s adults embracing, harnessing all this modern technology, changing deadly weapons, transforming them into entertaining fun.”

Next day, Becky Sue watched a fellow commoner enter the classroom, twirling their field hockey stick. “Did you hear all that commotion last night?”

“Apparently, Prince Paulie’s subjects were blowing off steam,” Princess Lida replied.

“Festive gatherings always develop positive communication,” Paulie added when their conversation was interrupted by the instructor taking the lecture stage.

“Do you know why we will never have a dystopian future?”

Paulie raised his hand, “our elders are wiser and make fair decisions.”

“We are always concocting a new potion to ward off biological warfare sickness,” Becky Sue mentioned.

“We party like rock stars?” Princess Lida asked.

Listening intently the high school educator paused then responded, “sounds good to me,” realizing the strong social triangle foundation established years ago, were working the room.

By Marc OBrien

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