3021 and Beyond

(This is my first attempt at science-fiction and it talks about, as given by the title, 3021.)

Futuristically, if the precise and realistic enough model of what time actually is, is built, we might pretty well combine the past and the future and average it out to the present.

This is that case, here, in Perilsborough. Past and the future clenched and forcefully thrust into areas of varying magnitudes.

Any photographer could view this as distinct boundaries between a primitive and a highly developed, but same, civilization, that is, brought together by technologies we cannot imagine, being nested in the present 2021.

I might be reborn in 3021 as a young teenage girl with clear perceptions of time taught by my parents in childhood. I might not be born as a human, but it would be preferable in this case to believe so.

 

5^th January, 3021,

Drakong street. I am on street number and year 3035, where, as they say, a lot of “future” is stuffed. Stuffed so is all this nonsense in my mind. I mean, why combine the future and the past? The more they complexify things the harder it is to remember where my home is. And why in the world do they need to do this? So that the Minister of Time feels he’s doing a good job?!

Sigh. I might as well not continue living in the future. Past is, or was, the comfiest.

As soon as one enters the brimming Serpentino gardens, one realizes one has nothing to have in touch with reality. It is so different, so absurd, that one feels one has entered into a different universe altogether. Alas, universe is the only common thing between the right (future) and the left (past).

Whenever you enter these glorious gardens of year 1998 of nothing but trees and villagers (who haven’t realized they are being watched and scientifically studied by future-loving aliens), you look at the world with a different pair of eyes. You smell the damp, humid air with a rather reformed nose, and utter your not-so-wise words with unimpeachable wisdom. The rule of time prevails – the more advanced shall find more need to conquer and use varied methods to do so.

Humans during my time have reached the Type 1 civilization status, with control over time, land, area and aspiring control over the universe. More territory means a bigger constitution. A United Nations Rule of Time, drafted in the late 3010s, lays down certain rules that must be obeyed and conceded to, by, as they put it, “all humans alive in 3018 and beyond”. Ah, social science has become infinitesimally boring.

      - Krisha Shastri

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