~Future's Art~
He dreams that he is you g again, that there is a star shining brightly when all devices are shut. He walks closer to the window to open the blinds. And he is met with a small light, he opens the window, reaching for it, and his body slowly starts leaving the window behind, with nothing to hold on to.he soon starts asking himself,
"What if mother never held me back? What if I actually reach it?"
His whole body left the window, and he falls down the building, still looking at the star, still trying to reach it. But millions of buildings block the way, as he falls down 15 feet to the floor. He cannot see the star anymore it is a memory and yet he still chases it until, he reaches the bottom and finds himself in his bed.
He looks around to se the light of the sun and millions of buildings surrounding the hotel. He stands up and gets himself dressed in comfortable clothes and exits the building to search for a job.
It is quite hard to get any job these days since all there is are robots who will do all of the simple careers, like teaching, working in a hotel, working at a store, being a janitor and all of these seem useful, to the point humans aren't useful anymore. And there is nothing for them to do, hard work doesn't exist—it was only in books and nobody knows what it's like to feel pan. Everyone is ok because they are useless, and Nathaniel seems like the only one to notice it.
It has been three days since he's moved and it is already raining like it's the worst storm ever, and Nathaniel is in a train to London—he couldn't find a job back in his place. Without sleep, he had been trying to find his place there, but he's useless to everything. He doesn't wish to rest, he wishes to be useful. He looks out the window thinking of the places London could have, somewhere he will be useful to someone or something. He looks around space, wishing to see a star again, but he is blocked by the shinning light of many tablet screens so he looks around to see hundreds of people stuck to their screens, everything was so bright and the only thing that was dark was where he was sitting. He was the shadow of the train so he tells himself,
"Maybe I just don't belong here"
He walks through London. Everything around him was grey, black and white. And if not that, it had been a dark color, everything has lost color these days, to the point there was no reason in being them. Some people would assume they're bad, or too bright. Some don't even know what colors are.
He's tried walking through the city a few times without sleep. He was the only one there walking. He could only feel the people's stares through their windows as they ask themselves,
"What is that man doing there?"
"How weird"
He tries his hardest to not care, but it fills his mind how he is alone, and will always be. Not even a robot could fulfill his loneliness. Because he knew they weren't alive. He misses when he used to be with living things, he misses something that he's never even experienced. That woman in the train, was she a robot? The manager he worked with, was he a robot? He lost himself in questions, and he wondered why did all of this happen? He no longer saw his feet, or the floor, he was sure he wasn't real at this point. Who would think the way he does? He closed his eyes, but he was still walking forward, he hoped he would soon stumble upon a car or a train, or he would soon collapse. But instead, he stumbles upon a warm figure.
He opens his eyes to look up and see a boy wet with rain. The boy opened his mouth to speak but Nathaniel wasn't listening, he didn't even take a good look at his face, all he did was walk away without saying anything and looked at the floor to then try to dije a place to stay.
He found a hotel and steps inside to be met with a huge living room and it's single light, a lamp that was on a wall. There were many more, but the kart person who stayed wanted only one at the time. But he didn't care. As soon as he saw the large couch, he keyed on it and stared at the ceiling. So blank, it made him think he was dreaming. The couch widened, as it's system felt like he was laying down. And he rolled over to face the grey couch. Nothing else went through his mind, even though he wanted to think of something. But he refused to, until he started having a storm inside of his home. That was all he deserved for being useless. Or not being ok with being useless. People around him not even smiling, their eyes staring with the only thing their brains functioned to be stuck to. A scene that took their eyes, and their attention with one single light.
"Is it really useful?" He asks himself
"Am I wrong for thinking this way?"
His eyes closed down slowly, and hoped to never open them again with what he has felt. It was him against himself. Society did not care, since most of society has already turned to ashes. Countries have been washed away by natural disasters—wildfires, hurricanes, and tsunamis. All stronger than ever.
People don't know what insects are or even know what ice is. Nobody knows things from a millennium ago, except for him. He is alone against himself. So he thinks of his worth, of the worth of everything and everyone else. Why does everything exist if all is just going to be destroyed? Hay does it mean to exist? What is existence?
The next day he wakes up with tissues all around. He had passed out after so much crying. His head was hurting, but he woke up with the strength to stand up and find a place to eat—he hasn't eaten ever since he arrived at London. But instead, a bit walked up to him with breakfast, it was able to read his mind so it knew what Nathaniel wanted and needed. He ate the food and stood up to step outside to look at the places as he usually does. But instead afraid to not have anything to do or have nowhere to go.
"There is a big event at the museum you walk past last night, there's are wonderful things to look at there." The bot said, standing behind Nathaniel. "Thank you" the not said. Nathaniel had complimented the bot's abilities in his mind. "It has been a while since somebody is impressed by a bot maid's abilities to read, comprehend, and help. Nathaniel then walked away unsurprised.
He then was picked up by a train. He sat down by himself in the darkness, looking down at his thighs, with the only silence that there was, the sound of the engine and the wind. He began to feel comfortable while waiting.
"Hey" somebody called out. It took a minute for Nathaniel to be able to move his eyes out or his thighs t look around at the people talking. But beside him he noticed a ginger guy was looking at him with a smile on his face, and a ray of sunlight that illuminated him whole. His eyes were colorful, a vibrant green that would only be in a picture of a lively garden. His face was bright and shiny. Nathaniel stared at him fascinated by his beauty. "Hi" he said and looked away. "It's fine. What's your name?" He asked as he looked out at the sky. "Nathaniel" he replied looking at the sky as well. "The sky is fascinating isn't it Nathaniel?" He asked. Nathaniel kept still and stared at the sky. It was bright, slightly covered by all of the taller buildings, it was full of clouds in many different shapes and the sun being covered by them making them look as if they were making their own light. Nathaniel nods and asks, "What's your name?" He wanted to apologize for not asking earlier, but he didn't have the courage to. "My name is Sunlight" he replied with joy, turning his head to Nathaniel with a smile from cheek to cheek. "I knows it might be a stupid name..but I like it" Nathaniel didn't say anything else, but sunlight did. He asked to many questions. Mostly about things that weren't usually spoken about, but Nathaniel understood them and slowly opened up.
They arrived at the museum. Asking each other questions and talking about their views about the past and the present. Nathaniel hated the present, he grew up always wanting to be able to experience something that is no longer unreachable. He's relied on the past a lot and studied a lot about it. Sunlight has learned to accept the present and understand it's fate. That we will one day die painfully. That the world is at a terrible state. He's learned to see the brighter side of it
"Don't you ever think about it?" Sunlight asked, as he stood beside Nathaniel looking at a large painting. "Think about what?" Nathaniel asked. "Even though the end is near and we'll probably get to see it with our own eyes, we should be happy while we can and enjoy the arts of this earth. The arts of humans." Sunlight replied.
