~Future's Art~
"What a beautiful day to wake up to" Nathaniel says as all sees is heavy fog and heavy raindrops as he opens his eyes. The raindrops were as hard as ever. Any normal human being from the past would think it's a hurricane. But the future is used to it, here in 3094 everything feels like hell to Nathaniel.
Once he had studied how things were in the past. The pandemic of 2020. Millions of wildfires and famous natural disasters that still are remembered to this day and yet, he wishes he had been there. He has always thought he was born in the wrong place. Because his in his place, it feels like too much for him.
He finally stands up from his bed and gets ready for work. Puts on his raincoat and picks up his umbrella. The automatic door on his room slides open for him, with an escalator that leads to the exit. Outside was a train that was waiting for him. So, he went out of his apartment and went inside of the train to see a couple of robots that flew around the train ti help people with certain things. They would also clean the seats before people could sit on them so nobody else had to it. He sat down beside a woman that looked at least 30 years old who smelled like the strongest weed. It was common these days but it sickened Nathaniel so much that he once had nausea, but he became used to it in a while since he was always surrounded by these people.
Nathaniel decided to not even take a lot at her, but she took a look at him. She studied his look for a minute then spoke to him, "Your clothes are very old school for a year like this one, kid." She stated. Nathaniel looks down at his plain black pants and shiny black shoes, "Just regular clothes and a raincoat" those were the first words he had said in a while. And yet he feels embarrassed at his raspy voice. The woman looks back at the window beside her. As she looks down the entire earth, she says, "Not much people dress that way anymore." She stated. He filan y decided to look at her combination of digital props on clothes and her simple clothes. He stays quiet for a minute and speaks, "It feels more comfortable" she looks back at him and bursts out laughing, "Another old ass people thing enjoyer huh? Good luck finding friends while dressing like that because when people say 'Be yourself' they don't mean it." She stated while looking at his eyes. And him looking at nets, both looked hopeless, both looked so tired. "I know" He replied to her, knowing that everyone else was just like her. Helpless, tired and just wishing for their life to end. He had seen the look in her face way too many times.
They both turn away, and Nathaniel looks at the window, seeing the earth and what it currently is.
The train finally landed on Atlanta, and stood up from his seat without both of them not been sayin goodbye.
He looked inside of the store, it was surprisingly empty, since it usually isn't for a bed famous store at the time. He lifted his sleeve a bit and looked at a blank wall to see the time, it was 5:30 AM, he had gotten there earlier than usual. He sighed and let go of the sleeve causing the screen on the wall to disappear, and he found a bench ti sit down as he waited for the time to pass. He hears a voice speak to him from afar,
"You're here early, little boy." Nathaniel looked up and replied, "I'm 20."
"Still short for your age" The man said as he sat down beside Nathaniel. "We will not have work today anyways, there is a storm coming in our way and it's stronger than usual. It might destroy the entire city so everyone might have to move away and you might even have to find a job in your own country." He stated as he pulled out a cigarette.
Nathaniel looked at the man, he wasn't surprised or hurt, he just seemed to accept what the world has come to be. Smaller cities have been destroyed in the past, so maybe it is time that this one dies. And there is nothing to be done about it, because it is simply nature.
Nathaniel stands up, "Then I guess it's my time to go. Goodbye" He said, walking out of the door. He didn't care much, since everyone and everything dies without having a reason to exist in the first place, even things and people he loves.
So he looks at his hotel room and packs his things, leaving off the least important—even though he will miss it. Once again he steps out into the rain with his bag, feeling the rain hit his raincoat for the first time in years. Since people barely go out off their houses. And if they do, it is to get into a train or a car. It is rare to step out into the sunlight or the rain and wait, it is rare to even see the sky if not from a window.
Everybody's dreams come tru and everybody gets things instantly. He has only seen in books that kids would go out in the rain to play, or shower in the rain, but through his window, he only sees cars and trains all around the sky and the ground. He could have gone his whole life without realizing it was okay to play outside. Or was. And he could have gone his whole life without realizing it was even a thing.
The clouds open ti reveal a train in the sky that soon landed in the friend to pick up Nathaniel. And so, he went inside of the train too ,eat with other people's eyes around him, all looking at him up and down. Nathaniel looks at the ground and knew exactly what they must be thinking,
"What is he doing out in the rain?"
"How weird. Someone outside of their building"
If he was in that situation hundreds of years ago, he would have been seen as a child. They wouldn't have thought that way unless he was a child. And that is what he saw himself as at the moment. A child wishing for something that can't be reached. Like the first star he had seen in his whole life.
When he was younger, about 6 years old, he saw a single star in the sky, so bright and shiny that it reflected itself in his eyes. It didn't even move like he expected, he thought it was just one of the flying cars. But the star didn't leave his sight, didn't leave for another building. It stayed with him. And Nathaniel wanted to reach it, but he almost fell out of a 15 foot tall apartment trying to. And that was the first and last star he saw. Now, he looks at the window of the train without a single star in sight. Only the bright light of the buildings, and soon he saw nothing. The storm had gotten so strong that it covered up the view.
Nathaniel wonders if he will see a star again. He wonders if they are even real. He wonders if he will die without seeing one again. Until suddenly, the rain stops and he is back where saw that star. The place he grew up in. He looks at the details of the place—so clean and modern. It wasn't the same. Train stations were all over he place, yet nobody had set a foot on the floor in a while. So he was the first.
