Novel & Cerita อนาคต

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

And beyond the horizon, beyond coherence, beyond the long age of arriving— Something waited. Not a destination. A future. Alive enough to remain unfinished.

September starts. Future feels closer. And right now—that’s everything.

I couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold for us. THE END.

At that exact moment, the sound of keys jingling was heard from the front door, Alan was home. Both Hazel and Ema looked at Alan, "Hey Alan!" Ema said and got up, "I will take my leave now Hazel, take care." Ema said. Hazel frowned, "This soon?" Ema bent down and whispered in Hazel's year, "I will get a pregnancy kit for you tomorrow, can't wait to be an aunt." She said with a wide grin. Alan had barely taken off his coat when he caught the last part of Ema’s grin. His brows furrowed immediately. “…Why do I feel like I just walked into conspiracy?”

Her glowing face was cast down as her voice fell to a low, sad whisper. I moved closer to where she was standing, took her hands in mine, and looked straight into her eyes. “Don't say that, Bonnie. You're the only friend…. The only person I have left in this world. I also wish you could come with me, but.....” “Till I get to shift next year…. I understand.” She wriggled her hands out of my grip and went into the bathroom. A soft huff escaped my lips as I watched at her silhouette and imagined what life without her would be.

It seemed like we were all in the same boat, enduring this dismal meal together as we navigated the uncertain waters of our individual circumstances. In that moment, the food on my tray was more than just sustenance; it was a symbol of the loss of freedom and the harsh reality of the justice system. As I forced myself to take a bite, I couldn't help but wonder how long this ordeal would last and what would become of me.

After roaming on a lonely way alone for an hour, I saw two people returning from the farm. "Hello ma, does this road lead to mama biggie's farm?" I asked to be sure I am on the right road. "Yes, keep walking ahead, though the farm is far", a response from one of them. I was relieved, the road is too quiet no wonder the elders do not want me to come alone. Waiting for Bianca is like waiting for tomorrow that would never come.