Here was Frank, in the year 3000, on his peculiar gizmo, finally achieving time travel! He felt immeasurably intrepid and ingenious. Alas, he was about to fulfill the world's age-old yearning of reliving its past moments or taking a sneak peek into the much-anticipated future, through an eclectic teleportation device! He was so hoping for a world free of discrimination, hunger, and pollution. Most importantly, he was overly elated, for he was about to accomplish his very own goal of becoming that "consummate, creative and intelligent young dexterous scientist cum hero" from his old sci-fi novels, almost overnight! Sure, it was a cringy aspiration, but he wanted to go above and beyond his way to fulfill his desire just this once. He was sick and tired of a surfeit of failure, which somehow just increased his felicity and motivation to succeed in this mission. Although, his alacrity and pride weren’t chimerical after all. Something deep inside of him stirred and stopped his stupendous enthusiasm, telling him to hold himself together; the "magic" hadn't happened yet. The voice slightly bothered him and mocked him, as if to say, "What if it's not the future you had imagined yet, what if men are contemptuous, lazy and oblivious!?". "What if the planet isn't frabjous, pragmatic, advanced and blossomy as you had envisioned, but is instead in toto full of severe megillahs?!". "And what would you do then, Mr. optimistic genius, when the present generation would boo you off stage when you present your ‘teleportation gizmo’, thinking something is incredibly wrong with your trashy mechanics, oh, and definitely your senses, hahaha!". These figmental whispers made him nervous, but he decided to stand tall and take the bitter with the sweet nevertheless. He took a deep, shaky breath and stepped out of his gizmo, edgy but simpering. Whoosh…a cloud of toxic gases greeted him soon upon entering the city of the future. The air was thin, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of it! It was hazy and heavy with smog. He instantly averted his gaze, his mouth tasting like dust. The storm cleared up a bit. Was this real? Or was he imagining it all…Ew!! Hideous massive buildings with terribly unaesthetic scaffolding all over stood ahead! Hold on, deformed office tables and bars in the middle of the streets? People
with lifeless eyes slumped over desks with gadgets, mechanically tapping over 10 screens per second. Humans were hooked on gadgets, and somehow subjugated by robots and machines. A young, tearful girl was being assaulted by a robot right ahead. Primates running wild all over, disrupting the bare minimum frondescence. Nothing but destruction all over
So, this was it. The kind of "high-end" technology the future had to offer. Wow. He was confounded, utterly crushed, for an understatement. Frank was so swarmed by the mentally disturbing surrounding, that he almost forgot he was alive, his lungs were still functioning! Frank whipped out his mask from 2020. That’s when the robot guards pounced on him for not wearing the ‘prescribed gas mask’! Gas mask, seriously!? As he was being dragged away through the “city”, he saw lines of humans chained with facial gas masks on.
Lamentably, Frank realized the era of mankind was over, it was the machines and robots which had taken over mother earth. 10 world wars and overdependence on technology had ravaged the world. Even the royal family was deciding to move to the moon, incapable of handling so much destruction and violence! His anger was seriously immeasurable, and he knew he had to do something. Now, it was time for Frank to cut loose, head back home in 2022 and put things in order to avoid the carnage of the year 3000. He struggled to snap out of the chains, all the same, desperate to find some proof of what he saw before he headed back. When suddenly, he felt his auto- video recording lenses attached to him vibrate. Relieved to have found a saving grace and proof of the future- disaster, he snapped open the chains and scrambled back to his teleportation contraption. Finally! He felt some sense of achievement, or rather a great, splendiferous, gigantic sense of achievement! It all felt like another one of those figments of his wild imagination, except this time it was all happening in real life! This definitely would make Frank an adept hero in the entire world, starting from his high school, being titled the “Brave, ingenious kid who nearly saved the human race from a nasty future”! “The one who saved the world from being intensely marred!” “The kid who dreamed, dared, did, and above all, saved us all, by making us realize the importance of present actions and attitude towards nature!” Moral: If you can dream it, you can do it. The process may seem complicated and rigorous at first, but in the end, your hard work passion, and perseverance will easily fetch you your goal! Another very important moral this story gives us is that our future is often created by our actions in the present, especially in terms of environmental conservation. We must start paying heed to our environment and its cleanliness, failing which we will have to face an irreversible, regretful damage later on.