Secrets of The Fourth World War

 Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm clock inside my head blares through my ears. I get out of bed, knowing it won't stop until I do. The blaring in my head ceases.  What time is it? I wonder to myself. The XCom chip by my left ear answers.

           Good morning, Lukas K. Marques. The time is 8:30 AM, Monday, September 14th, 2150. Weather today: 75° high, 63° low. Expected humidity: 64%. Important notes: First day of school.

"Great" I mumble aloud. "First day of school."  I completely forgot about school. Today's my first day of 8th grade. I saunter out of bed, heading for my dresser. I put my hands out, and try not to fall asleep again as the machine transforms me into my school uniform. I blearily head over to the hover, and it takes me downstairs to the breakfast hover-table, where I see my mom and dad already waiting for me. 

           "Morning!" I say, putting as much sarcastic glee as I can into that sentence. 

            "How long did you sleep last night? You look tired." says mom, as her XCom scans my brain's Data-chip, using the Parental Control app, to see how much sleep I got last night. She raises an eyebrow. "Six hours? Luke, you know perfectly well about  the University's research studies which prove that people your age need at least 9.5 hours of sleep. You should know better." she purses her lips and gets back to reading the news on her Handheld XCom . 

             The Kitchen Android (Model D51, November 2149) scans my brain to see the nutrients my body needs most this morning. It glides away, to return 10 seconds later with my breakfast. Today it's a Protein Supplement and a Green Vegetable Supplement in-between two Wheat Supplement slices (commonly known as a "sausage sandwich"). To the left of my plate is an Energy Supplement X5, commonly known as "Coffee". I drink it, and I notice that it is warmed to the perfect temperature, and lightly sugared. (I must remember later to tell the Kitchen Androids that they are doing a good job.) As soon as I swallow the first sip, I feel energy coursing through my veins, giving me just the right amount of alertness for school. 

            "So", my mom begins, with a mouthful of food. "Looking forward to school today?" She looks at me expectantly, with a twinkle in her eye. She's always wanted me to be more enthusiastic about school.

             "I don't know. I have to see if Kyle or Matthew are in my Class first. They will help me cope with the new...." I shudder. "..teacher. They programmed a new Droid to teach the 8th Grade Gifted Class this year. It's a History Droid Q17. The newest model. The University programmed it to teach the more... exuberant students this year."  I shudder again. "It's name is Mrs. Garland. I suppose I should start calling it a 'her' now.... Anyway, she's designed to look like a lady in her mid 50s, one of those no-nonsense attitudes. I'm looking forward to the homework." I mutter sarcastically.

         My mom looks at me unsympathetically. "Luke, you got to remember, she's just your history teacher. I mean, she's only your teacher for like an hour a day. Think of the good side. You have science, math, Advanced Grammar, language, and..." she stops, unsure of all my classes.

     I roll my eyes. "But you know history is my favorite subject! Having a bad teacher will ruin it all!" "Anyway, my class list...History with Mrs. Garland, Technology with Mr. Brindle, Chinese language with Miss Huàng, Advanced Grammar with Mrs. White, math with the Number Droid D19, art with Miss Williams, Performing Arts with Mr. Riley, and Physical Courses with Mr. Hardy." I roll off my classes with complete accuracy, thanks to my XCom. "Oh, and War Preparedness with Mrs. Garland and Miss Huàng. Stupid class is only until this dumb war ends. I guess it's supposed to help if the Chinese or their forces invade us." I shrug. "I guess that course still hasn't uploaded to my XCom, since it's only temporary."