Year 3000 A science fiction story for the new year
Dec 26, 2023 5:56:58 GMT
Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 5:56:58 GMT
The last day of the year had arrived. The streets were full of lights that intermittently drew figures and greeting messages on the walls. In front of stores, robots dressed as Santa Claus welcomed customers in ten languages, and digital billboards broadcast Christmas holograms throughout the day. People were preparing to celebrate the most important holiday of the year, the transition to the fourth millennium. Three thousand years were now gone, consumed in the streets of time, partly forgotten, but still lived.
There was a festive air at the Ministry of Time, as in every house in the country. Agdar, Undersecretary of Temporary Provisions, was the only one who didn't feel the happiness that seemed to have infected everyone. He didn't like parties but, beyond that, he had one of the greatest responsibilities in the world on his shoulders. He was concerned with time Special Data management. Every time a year ended, Agdar was ready to take another in the Chronotheque, activating it at midnight sharp. He was the only one on the planet who could never celebrate the last night of the year. Lately the World Government had had to cut several funds to its ministries, due to the greatest economic crisis that had hit the Earth since its origins.
The undersecretary left the Chronotheque and joined the Minister in the main room. “Agdar!” the Minister greeted him. “It's the first time you've enjoyed midnight today.” “And my ears are already showing signs of disturbance with all these explosions.” «Let's throw away the old year, the tradition of barrels has been going on for centuries.» “So, have you really decided to throw this year away?” "Of course! Just a few more seconds and the 3000 will be finished forever! Why?" Agdar watched the last fireworks explode in the sky, moments before midnight. «Because we don't have another one to replace the old one…
There was a festive air at the Ministry of Time, as in every house in the country. Agdar, Undersecretary of Temporary Provisions, was the only one who didn't feel the happiness that seemed to have infected everyone. He didn't like parties but, beyond that, he had one of the greatest responsibilities in the world on his shoulders. He was concerned with time Special Data management. Every time a year ended, Agdar was ready to take another in the Chronotheque, activating it at midnight sharp. He was the only one on the planet who could never celebrate the last night of the year. Lately the World Government had had to cut several funds to its ministries, due to the greatest economic crisis that had hit the Earth since its origins.
The undersecretary left the Chronotheque and joined the Minister in the main room. “Agdar!” the Minister greeted him. “It's the first time you've enjoyed midnight today.” “And my ears are already showing signs of disturbance with all these explosions.” «Let's throw away the old year, the tradition of barrels has been going on for centuries.» “So, have you really decided to throw this year away?” "Of course! Just a few more seconds and the 3000 will be finished forever! Why?" Agdar watched the last fireworks explode in the sky, moments before midnight. «Because we don't have another one to replace the old one…