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Future History Lesson

Tom Ball

    I said to the girl, “This is a holy place here in this meadow. It is where the first settlers to our World landed.”
    She said, “It doesn’t look like much.” I said, “Sadly history is frowned upon these days.
    I am one of the few bibliophiles left.”
    And I said, “Most of our past is unknown. I only knew that we had come to this World 300 years ago from a Planet called ‘Dark Planet.’”
    Since we’d been here, we had partied non-stop and everyone had eternal youth. I was the oldest at 221 years old. People got sick of life or accidentally overdosed at parties, so the life expectancy was now 120.
    The planet hadn’t changed much in the past 200 years. People lived in an automated society and did no work. They just thought all the time about parties and sexual intrigue. People were being born in adult’s bodies every day and the population was stable. Many conspired to get the new adults to love them. Virginity was highly prized.
    There were 10 million people here and I had loved hundreds and befriended hundreds more. We had the best alcohol and weed we could make and took neo-opiates often. I shied away from the opiates, which was probably why I had lived so long.
    Every day and every night there were nice parties to go to. I typically went to my friends’ and lovers’ parties but on occasion went to strangers’ parties.
    In a day and a night, I averaged about 5 parties which I went to.
    There wasn’t much history happening, just the grand soap opera that was our life.
    No one ruled, everyone was equal, and crime was rare. In the case of a purported crime the council of elders, all those over 180 years old, was convened to punish or acquit the said “criminal.”
    But the law cases were always the same old thing, like killing a jilted lover, or trying to steal peoples’ credits.
    I could vaguely remember a thing called ambition which was around in my early years and also new drugs. But now only criminals had ambition. And there were no new products or drugs of any kind.

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