A blast from the future is a short story I wrote with the purpose of getting a vision out of my head and onto paper. If i had a video crew, special effects department and loads of money I would have made a short film, but I don’t; so instead… I present a story
A blast from the future
A fresh, cool and purposeful horizontal line of air was blowing in my hair, the wisp slowly
moved downwards in a calm but timely fashion, it settled briefly on my eye lids before moving down to my chin and back up again where it repeated the process.Slowly I began to open my eyes.
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I felt the softness of the foam mattress stiffen, it too started to turn cold. I tried to ignore the chill (which was now becoming frustratingly uncomfortable) by grabbing my blanket and tugging it over my head, it wasn’t long though before that turned cold. There was only one thing left to do, get up.
I slipped out of bed and stood on the warm panel projected on the carpet, a whirl of neon lights flickered beneath my feet but I cared not to watch, I was just waiting for the OK. The panel turned green; “Great”, I thought sarcastically “another perfect day in another perfect world”.
The aroma of grounded coffee beans penetrated the room and I started to feel a little more alive, my stomach rumbled which the house took note off. Looking into the wardrobe I could see a message from house informing me breakfast was on the go. Three draws silently opened, each one radiating a little heat. I put my hands in to take my garments but stopped on the third draw, “Not today” I said to the wardrobe, “I want my grey hoodie”.
One draw closed and another opened, there was my hoodie, much nicer than those all white, skin tight garments. I grab all three garments, my trousers went on first. At first I struggled to find the colour swab tucked within my pocket, but I was adamant that I wasn’t going out in white trousers again. I finally found the tab and moved my finger around on the plastic patch until I found a shade of blue I liked. Then I slipped on the hoodie and socks, both preheated the way I liked them.
I looked at my wife still sleeping and walked up to the bedroom door which effortlessly slid silently out the way. I was just about to step out when I noticed on the wall opposite me scrolling a message, ‘Wrist-com’ was flashing. “Damn” I said silently, I had almost forgotten, I walked over to my bedside table and rested my hand on it. A little blue light shone on my wrist, it moved around in a circular motion for a few seconds and then vanished as my wrist came alive with digital news, weather and the time.
Time to get breakfast I thought as I place my other hand over the Wrist-com.
As I left the bedroom, I slowly walked down the stairs. My current weight and health levels were being displayed at the bottom as a subtle reminder that I must visit the gym… “Not today” I whispered to house, I also gave house the finger, but it didn’t care to note that.
Entering the kitchen I was introduced to a new static background track I hadn’t heard before. It was the sound of a forest, light rain and animals walking, I hated to admit it, but it liked it.
My coffee sat waiting, I caught the colour of the mug fade from red to orange. I knew some people liked to have their coffee poured at a set temperature, but I preferred mine to cool down naturally.
Sat next to my coffee was a slice of toast. Shame, I didn’t want toast today. “House?”, “Yes” replied the house “I don’t want toast today, I’ll have fruit. Give the bread to the birds”
I pushed the rectangular plate into the track embedded into the kitchen table. A transparent lid slid into place and the vacuum was created, the plate slide one way and the bread another. As I looked through the kitchen window I saw the toast projected out of the waste shoot and float slowly down onto the grass, like confetti at a wedding, very satisfying.
My plate of fruit arrived before I had returned my eyes to the table. I tucked in enjoying the array of exotic fruits house had presented. “House”, “Yes Kyle” replied the house, “Show me Isabel” The table came alive with a video feed enhanced by night vision, she was still sleeping, her cot statistics projected on the floor around her suggested she would likely be asleep for another 36 minuets. From the data it looked like she’d had a good sleep, she had entered R.E.M earlier than normal last night suggesting she was more tired than normal. I denied the feed on my Wrist-com, pushed my plate into the track and headed to the bathroom.
A fine fragrant mist landed over me, it quickly penetrated my clothing and I felt damp, but within a heartbeat, I was dry again. House kindly informed me cleansing was complete.
I grabbed the purple PowerMouth liquid from the bathroom sink, I could just about make out a cluster of nano bots hanging together. I’ve never liked that, not when you can actually see them… I gave the bottle a vigorous shake turning the purple liquid into a semi reflective purple. Two shots into the mouth and my teeth where cleaned.
I looked at my wrist and I could see the activity of the nano bots, they had already cleaned 45% of my mouth. I tapped my wrist twice, who want’s to see that running all day?
I remembered the sensation of the first time I started using this nano mouth wash, I felt disgusted because a cluster of bots failed to break down a fragment piece of pizza dough quick enough, so rather than feeling a nice liquid dust, I felt a hard drop of squishy dough, which almost made me choke, that was when the bots were new. PowerMouth had since been advertising these new purple bottles and to be fair, they seemed to work.
I turned to leave grabbing my coat of the hanger, it was a metal hanger screwed into the wall, some technology just works.
Swinging the coat over my back and through the arms I felt the slight compression, I wished that my wife would stop buying me these tight fitting outfits. I pulled my hood out and let it settle into place. My coat quickly reconfigured itself to take away the newly acquired space generated from the removal of my hood.
My Wrist-com shone through the white sleeve of the coat making all the graphics and text blurry but readable. I used two fingers and slide down my wrist to darken the projection. Time to get the car I figured.
As I approached the front door the key panel was flashing orange, the house started speaking “Karl, you haven’t” I interrupted; I knew what house was going to say. “Yes! alright I do it now”. I tapped the panel with my thumb twice, my little finger once, then made a clockwise motion with my index finder. House announced the new password was sufficient and the front door slid open. I mumbled to myself about getting retina locks and stepped out into the garden.
The car door was open and the arrival time of work displayed in the glass of the entry window. I slipped in. “Morning Kyle” car announced, I didn’t reply. The door slid shut and made a slight hissing sound. Without a word the car began move forward, I was gently forced into the seat by the motion. “Warmer seat and coffee please”. The seat instantly warmed my arse and the heat quickly rose up my back, I think the coat misheard the command, either way it felt comfortable.
A red coffee cup presented itself at the end of the arm rest, I could see the gyroscope cup-holder swinging left and right as the car thrust around corners, I always found it slightly reassuring to see old theories still in practice.
Through the windscreen the news was playing, again my car decided to display 20 news channels at once. This was a re-occurring offense and I had my concerns this car was starting to get a personality of it’s own.
“You’re tired Kyle, with your stress and tiredness level currently settling around 30% we could take it down to 22% with a quick power nap before your arrival at your office, would you like me to induce sleeping agents?”
This damn car, I knew buying it was a bad idea, I missed the old cars, they could only talk about directions and repair instructions. I did however feel tired and the coffee wasn’t kicking in. “Yes” I said, “go on then”. I heard a little hiss from behind my ears and my eyes soon snapped together… I was out.
Who knows how long I was out, but a loud bleeping noise pierced right through my ear drums, it was mechanical and obtrusive, my eyes were still heavy from the sleeping agent, it took me some time to orientate myself, with my eyes half closed I reached out my hand and thumbed around to find the source of that repetitive screech, my fingers slid across a black smooth plastic object, I tried to grab the object and bring it closer to my squinted eyes so I could see the screen, but it slipped out of my fingers and feel to the floor. The damn noise was now even further out of reach and all my efforts to mute it had been wasted. There was only one thing left to do, get up!