Utopia: Land of Power

Chapter 1

"Don't you worry, Mr. Sato. Everything is under control."

Inside a meeting room, a group of unseen figures were seated at a table, watching a giant screen with cameras that oversaw a city.

A man in a tuxedo stood up, his face unseen. "What is that?"

He pointed to a live feed of a teenager's bedroom, seeing a fighting game taking place.

"It seems to be a street fighting game, sir. What should we do?"

The man adjusted his tie. "You should know, such games are illegal. They disturb the peace. Confiscate them all."

The man turned on his heels and left the room. He entered into another room, which appeared to be a laboratory.

"Son," he said, looking at a figure inside a cryogenic pod. "We will figure out a cure for you, don't you worry."

He put a hand on the pod. "Society will bring it to me, I promise."

Then he left the room.

Meanwhile, a 16-year-old African American boy named Mykhail Jordan was busy playing video games in his bedroom.

"Pfff, these combos don't even work. Who the hell invented this?"

Mykhail was busy playing a fighting game, spending all day in his room learning the rules.

"Screw it. I'll just grind and figure it out myself."

As he started up another level, his mother, Maria, walked in. With a smile, she unplugged the TV and took the game out of the console.

"Mom!" Mykhail exclaimed. "What the hell?"

She smiled and stood in front of him with her hands ready to hug him. "Mykhail! These types of games are illegal! Come join us for dinner!"

Maria walked out, almost like a robot, and headed toward the kitchen. Mykhail sunk in his chair. "I hate this planet."

Mykhail got up, reluctantly heading to the kitchen for dinner. At the kitchen table sat his dad, Alex, and his dog, Rocky.

"Son!" Alex said, in a cheerful but monotonous voice. "Sit! I can tell you're hungry!"

Mykhail rolled his eyes. "Yep, I could use a bite."

He sat down in the seat with his name on it, looking at the plate of food in front of him.

"Fish again?" he thought. "It's been fish for the past 489 days in a row!"

Maria sat in her seat. Together, she and Alex grabbed their silverware and began digging into the fish.

"Son," they called out. "Are you going to eat your food?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Mykhail said. "I'll eat, just give me a second."

He reluctantly picked up his fork and dug into his food, while Rocky sat perfectly still next to him.

"Ugh, it tastes the exact same too," Mykhail thought. "I can't believe this."

While they ate, Maria began to engage Alex in discussion. "Honey, have you worked today?"

"Yes," Alex replied. "I've done construction work all day. I'm glad we all get a chance to help out our wonderful society!"

Maria nodded. "Indeed! We each contribute in our own ways!"

Mykhail nearly choked on his fish, but he managed to swallow it. "Ridiculous," he thought. "They've done this same discussion again and again, for the last 3 years now. At the SAME time."