It was not everyday that there was a riot going on outside of Elizabella's apartment. Women fighting for their rights to be with their husbands, boyfriends, brothers, possibly friend, and having to pay the consequences from the guards who disobeyed their orders, repeatedly telling them that it was not their choice, it was the dictator's.
It was December 15, 2056, 10:45 a.m. It was below 20 degrees as the snow gently poured down on Times Squares. She saw the girls walking outside in their big coats and their beanies, anything that could keep them warm during the winter season. Eliza catches one of the women getting shoved or beaten by sticks before peeling her ocean blue eyes away to head towards her stuff that lays on her bed. Everyday, women and perhaps men from the other side of the wall, were to be beaten if they ever tried to commit any sort of action that would go against the law of segregation.
"What a waste of time" the girl mumbled as she continues to stare at the group of girls demanding that the wall should be taken down. With a shake of her head, she broke out of her thought as her robotic device begins to speak as a way to start off the day.
"Good morning, Elizabella Rose! The temperature is extremely cold, you must wear a heavy coat with a beanie and a scarf. Oh and do not forget about covering those fingers of yours!" spoke the robotic device. Once the device has done the daily announcement, Eliza softy walks over to her closet. Clicking on the small button on the wall, the doors of her closet slid open and reveals endless amount of clothes that were inside. The device follows from behind, keeping its hands behind its back. The device reached to Eliza's thigh, it glowed blue and it would do anything in Eliza's commands as long as it seemed safe and appropriate. "Would you like to hear the news about today, Elizabella Rose?" spoke the device. "No, I really do not want to, Pomeline" Eliza responded as she was too busy picking a proper outfit to wear for the cold season. The winter that has swept across the country has gotten worse over the course of years, which meant thicker clothing materials or if you did not have the currency to purchase, you were to just layer a bunch of clothes on top. The latest clothing that seemed popular was a build in temperature control jacket, which was super expensive and unnecessary under Eliza's opinion.
Pomeline gave a nod with a small technological movement sound afterwards before standing there, watching Eliza pull out a hoodie and a pair of black leggings. "That is not enough to warm you up! You should wear a thick sweater with a pair of jeans!" exclaim Pomeline. "I know what clothing will keep me warm, Pomeline. Thank you" said Eliza. Slipping on the clothes, she slides on a pair of fuzzy socks and walks back into her bedroom before pressing on the button once more.
"New mail! New mail!" hollered Pomeline as she zooms in front of Eliza and then reveals her professor. "There are to be no astronomy class today due to the weather. Please keep warm and I will see you next class period" spoke the professor before the message disappears. "Would you like me to repeat the mail?" asked the robotic device. "No thank you."
After making herself a cup of coffee, Eliza walks back to the same window of her apartment and resumes on watching the females shouting demands. With curiosity, the girl clears her throat and calls for her robotic friend. "Give me the daily news, Pomeline" spoke Eliza. "Okay. Today is December 15, 2056. The temperature outside is negative ten degrees and the highest it will be is negative one. Persimmon Saphire has announced that he will be traveling back to the country. He has inform that his project including his desire in making the country well stable has gone the way expected. He has work with other countries and gathered data and has express that he will be using these helpful tips onto Armacova. There has been reports of multiple casualties in Armacova for disobeying the law of the segregation. Guards have given many warnings to the citizens that if the actions continues happening, consequences will follow with the approval of Persimmon Saphire. Do you wish to continue the daily news, Elizabella Rose?" said Pomeline. "No that will be all, thank you once again" spoke Eliza before sipping on her coffee, rubbing the edges softy with her index finger.
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Segregation of the Genders
General FictionThe year is 2056, a dictator has taken position and declared that both male and females were to be separated by a clear glass wall to prevent further issues with the population. The dictator has announce that both genders shall not make any physical...
