Bonilla 1 Tabitha Bonilla Rebecca Faery 21W.730:01 Essay 4: Short Story 13 May 2004 A Nightmare Realized 07.12.2045 Mara barely woke up again this morning. After trying to make sense of the weather from her open window, she gave up; the same grey clouds dominated the sky as they had for as long as she could remember. It’s not like it used to be—those lazy mornings where she could stay in bed and let the sun wake her up slowly, listening to birds noisily chirping and lawnmowers cutting grass. Doubtful the children even understood what it was like to let the individual stalks of grass tickle your feet. But no more of this, this dwelling on the past, she corrected herself. To make life seem worthwhile now, she struggles to find something, anything, with meaning. Almost mechanically, she rolls out of bed, goes into the bathroom and takes a shower. The morning ritual lasts two minutes, since every drop of water is precious and she must conserve to the best of her ability. Another five minutes to get dressed in her uniform, towel dry her hair and grab a Vita-Protein bar, the she adjusts her face mask and sunglasses and walks out the door. Cite as: Tabitha Bonilla. Course materials for 21W.730-5: Writing on Contemporary Issues: Imagining the Future, Fall 2007. MIT OpenCourseWare (http://ocw.mit.edu/), Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Downloaded on [DD Month YYYY].Bonilla 2 16.04.1990 I jumped in the lake today after playing by the dock. After yelling at me for ten minutes for not swimming in the pool and maybe killing myself she made me go to the doctor. I got a shot and I think they were scared because when they looked at me, they had a skeptical look in their eyes. They said never to swim in the lake again, that I might get tetanus or something like that from all the pollution. I don't know what tetanus is, but I think it is bad. Especially since mom was really angry. She only gets angry when she is really scared or worried. Is the water that dirty? It's only green. The water in the city is brown and it smells. It doesn't stink here and it isn't as gross. I thought when we went outside the city things were ok. But I guess I was wrong. I don't understand why people have to be so careful. Or why I can't swim in the lake. There are pictures of my parents here, when they were younger. They were swimming in the lake, and it looked like so much fun. 07.12.2045 Not that it is news to her anymore, but Mara faithfully attends the lecture series on how to act as a good citizen. How to recycle more effectively, how to conserve and the best part of the session: new ways to reuse common household wastes. Every time it was something different, but the main idea never changed. It was sad, what mundane events now dominated her life. "For the prolonged survival of the human race, we must all work together..." Her thoughts kept drifting. Not because she was tired, but from hearing practically the same speech—a few words had been changed here and there and a few sentences omitted since the last time she had heard it. The meeting was lasting longer than normal today. They probably are talking about harnessing a different source of energy. Or maybe they made the food taste better. Cite as: Tabitha Bonilla. Course materials for 21W.730-5: Writing on Contemporary Issues: Imagining the Future, Fall 2007. MIT OpenCourseWare (http://ocw.mit.edu/), Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Downloaded on [DD Month YYYY].Bonilla 3 Due to all of the pollution, crops can’t grow anymore, and natural food has become a thing of the past. Breakfast bars filled with any form of nutrient one could imagine. They tasted synthetic and disgusting. But there were very few overweight people now, both because no one could afford what, but also because there was no longing to eat more than what one needed. The whole system was designed to maximize the nutrition per unit of food so as to minimize the amount of time and energy spent on food preparation. Just like every other system that now existed. The poster that hung behind her desk read, “Maximize use. Minimize waste.” It had never been motivational. The applause brought Mara back into reality. She replaced her stoic expression with one of pride for her race and agreement with what was being said. After 15 years under these rigid regulations, it was not going to be her they pulled aside and institutionalized for lack of support of environmental safety. 09.08.1998 What was she talking about? Mom never seems to understand. It’s never clear to her why I need to leave my bedroom light on all night long, why I need to take 30 minute showers, why I use aerosol cans to spray my hair. At first it begins with a joke: "When your kids grow up there will be nothing left; they will die before your eyes." And then she snaps quickly into her preaching mode and gives me twenty reasons why I should be more willing to use public transportation and recycle my Coke cans. I keep reminding her of my age; sixteen-year-olds can't kill the environment single handedly, and I'm really not a bad person. She should see some of my friends. If she had known last night after the party Janelle threw the extra beer cans into the river, I would be restricted from ever seeing Janelle again. In fact, I think she'd care more about the state of the river than the fact that I got drunk last night. Cite as: Tabitha Bonilla. Course materials for 21W.730-5: Writing on Contemporary Issues: Imagining the Future, Fall 2007. MIT OpenCourseWare (http://ocw.mit.edu/), Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Downloaded on [DD Month YYYY].Bonilla 4 07.12.2045 Walking into her office, Mara began organizing her desk and completing her daily routine. Methodically typing her assigned letters, notes and references, she moved through her day seamlessly. It was not distinguishable from any other day. Nothing interesting happened—unless one could count the new flavor of nutrition bars that arrived in the vending machine. At four o’clock the lights shut off and everyone left. There wasn’t enough power to work more than six hours in a day. And there wasn’t really enough work either since most of the jobs had been eliminated after it was determined they cost the environment too much in pollution. As a result the majority of the population worked simple, meaningless jobs. And Mara knew that she was one of them, a part of the majority. 30.06.2007 I finally have my first real job, the one