Dystopia

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"I have discovered that the world follows an organized script, much like a play, or a television series." William said, without any hesitation or extended pauses between his words. He spoke fluently, smoothly. He spoke like he knew how to speak.

"That everything we have ever done in this earth, adds up to a bigger, slightly more significant pattern. And patterns... are known for they're predictability."

Just then, the emblem behind him changed within the blink of an eye; the pixels rearranging and rushing to recolor themselves. Now, a sequence of shapes illuminated the sceen in this specific order: red triangle, blue square, yellow circle, red triangle, blue square. 

"Look here." William said uselessly. For everyones eyes were already focused upon the pretty little colored shapes, lying boldly across the stark backdrop. 

"What you see on the sceen is a very simple pattern." A pale finger was pointed to the blank space directly after the last colored shape. "And predicting what will come next is very easy." Suddenly, a yellow circle now occupied the space, completing the pattern. 

"I'd like to connect this to how our world functions. Now... obviously, it is not as simple as this sequence of colored shapes." Mr. Hartford laughed charmingly, whilst rubbing his fingers over the stubble randomly situated across his chiseled features.

Even professional buisnesswoman, with their hair tied up in tight buns and slim bodies stuffed into conservative blazers, silently swooned at Mr. Hartford's actions. In all honestly, he was painfully handsome.

"There are more variables and technicalities involved in finding the world's pattern. But, I will spare you of these long, monotonous details."

The projections behind him flashed back to the technological footprint, with "HARTFORD ENTERPRISES" written in narrow, yet still large, black letters beneath the symbolic imprint of a shoe. Whether William had noticed or not, he had paid no attention to it; continuing to remain strictly professional.

"Basically, even as complicated as it is, the world still follows a pattern. And just like the simplistic one you had seen earlier, we are still able to predict the outcome."

The entire audience went silent, most of them dying to hear more, dying to solve the questions that buzzed obnoxiously at the back of their curious minds.

"The Microtac here, was designed to do just that; to predict the outcome of what will happen next. Or, in other words, to tell the future."

The crowd sat stunned, astonished that anyone would even propose an idea as abstract as this one.

Mr. Hartford took notice of their expressions, satisfied that they were so engulfed within his proposal.

"This has never been done before, which will make us the first to do so. The Microtac will not only store all the information you can ever hope to remember, but also provide glimpses to your own future!" William's authoritive voice echoed inside of the ampetheater, and also inside the heads of his interested listeners.

"All because the world is a pattern."

A certain feeling of eeriness was emitted into the atmosphere with those words, for reasons unknown.

"Sadly, due to how futuristic this concept is, and how difficult it is to pinpoint the exact future. The Microtac can only supply you with vague flashes of it."

This was not a surprise, nor a tragedy to everyone. Telling the future is an extremely difficult and new concept. So, no one expected Hartford Enterprises to complete this task in one shot; they expected a slow progression.