Dear 2114,
Currently, I am locked away somewhere from civilization. It is clammy and sickening. My name is Pandora, and I am not anyone important, just a temperamental small town girl.
I don't know why I'm writing this, or why I choose the year 2114. Maybe because it would have been a hundred years since I've been ripped from my baby and been shunned on from humanity, and I need the future to realize how scummy the past was.
Before I get into the specific details, I would like to state a few things in this current era. Right now, humanity is in no place to brag about the earth. We are disgusting and treat the Earth as a rubbish can. Our Earth is filled gases and unexplained trash that I'm surprised the Earth hasn't tried to eat itself or has exploded. I hope that the future can fix this problem, if there is a future.
In fact, I have a possible idea that could benefit the world. I like to call it Scribbler Moon. It is a satellite that scans the Earth for what causes problems, sends them to the government and everybody could see what causes what.
To expand, Scribbler Moon would be connected to every home in case governments ignore alerts. Environmentalist and Peacemakers could see the problems as well as commoners.
If it true that I'll be in this cell for the rest of my life, I want the resting world to be safe and healthy for the upbringing of my child.
Before I get onto crying myself to sleep, I would like to give some advice from mother to mother or mother to father, child, stranger. The current world that I live in is in havoc and needs a savior. Also, take action for what you believe in, make health benefits available worldwide, live like you're dying, live boldly, live widely, love like there's no tomorrow. I could go on and no, but I would like to state to people in the future and especially my baby.
Don't make the same mistakes I did. It's too late for me, but not for you.
To whoever reads this, yours sincerely,
a malnourished, sick in the head woman, Pandora.
P.S
"She was not known widely, but was love deeply."
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Undeserving Consequences
General FictionFrom the perspective on a young woman who was ripped away from her baby, and the way she could change humanity from its "undeserving consequences". Entry for Margaret Atwood's Dear 2114 contest.
