Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Free Write Challenge



Never before in the history of warfare had there been a continuing explosive; indeed, up to the middle of the twentieth century the only explosives known were combustibles whose explosiveness was due entirely to their instantaneousness; and these atomic bombs which science burst upon the world that night were strange even to the men who used them.”

This is an excerpt from H.G. Wells The World Set Free, in which he predicts not only atomic bombs, but the idea that humans are creating devices designed to harness more and more energy and power. In today’s world, the subject of power and especially energy is all over the news. We may not have flying cars, or cities floating in the sky, but we have instantaneous communication over the vast majority of the entire world, video calls via smartphones and computers, and a great many robots. In a sense, we are living in the future. However, what might the world look like in 100 years? My free-write challenge today is to write about an aspect of what life might be like 100 years from now. Have fun!


Mankind has been struggling ever since the great oil crisis of 2082, where the world’s last supply of oil was used to save the Mars Mission. The colony on mars was only beginning to prosper, but needed additional supplies faster than our modified ion engines could deliver them. Our new united nations had voted to send up rockets with a load of seedlings, oxygen canisters, and medical supplies. This trip would take 12 rockets, using the last 6 tankers of crude pulled from the Pacific Ocean. The oil reserves in China and the Middle East had already been tapped and emptied 2 decades prior, and Alaska had finally been drilled out, the investors leaving not even enough oil for a kerosene lamp. As crude oil was becoming rarer and more expensive, alternate energy sources were sought out. Building on the research of the early 2010’s, countries and factions had been producing windmills, lithium batteries, and dams to lower their reliance on crude oil. But it was not enough. By 2100, the cobalt and silicon mines (used for lithium) were dry, and windmills couldn’t power cars, although Elon Musk was rumored to have a windmill powered yacht. Old gas powered cars filled wasteland dumps all over the world. The remaining cars were an odd assortment of electric cars running on decade-old lithium batteries, and new cars which used a blend of new energy sources. MazX, a Chinese company, was using miniature nuclear reactors in their cars, although the rods had to be swapped out every 250,000 miles. An india car company was using solar panels, but they were running out of silicon to continue mass producing them. Meanwhile, America, a dwindling nation, was back to using coal power motors, albeit with hyper efficient steam engines. Canada, or North Britain, as it is now called, was researching Moon-powered cars, attempting to harness the power of the tides by using a material called “super water” that reacts strongly with the moons gravitational pull. These test cars worked great at full moon, but with a new moon, would hardly get up to 20 miles an hour. Bicycles were back in full production, as were dog sleds, at least among the teens. The landscape however, would be forever scarred. Mass landfills dotted the world. Empty drilling platforms and mines were everywhere. The future had arrived.

5 comments:

Scamper said...

I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of strange, the dreams in which were powerless are the only we have ever had. In the early 20th century, we dreamed big. We dreamed of huge cities and electricity. We dreamed of instant communication. From these small beginnings, we built. Under FDR we built roads, and airplanes, and cars, and TVs phones and shows. We filmed movies, made color pictures and TV. We built our way to the moon. Halfway through the 20th century, we dreamed of robots, and computers, and brain waves, and tests and spaceships. Under Microsoft and Apple, we built a world of internet, and email and instant communication. We bridged the gaps of silence and built a world where nothing stopped, and growth continued. We built cellphones, and batteries, laptops and online storage. We built a connected world. And now, we dream of losing power, we dream of the apocalypse and post destructed worlds and a vacuum of technology.

Are we preparing ourselves for an unknown terror? And if so, why? Why are we dreaming of the zombie apocalypse, of survivor games and small communities? Why are we dreaming of broken hopes and dreams?

Sheepdog said...

That's a surprisingly accurate insight to what has been happening. wow! you should run for president or something, turn our dreams around. 2 points of note: 1) take a look at metropolis, a silent movie. That was somewhat apocalyptic as well, but we dreamed of space exploration at the same time. We are even now dreaming of Mars and electric cars. :) 2) have you been listening to Mad World by Gary Jules? The end kind of sounds like boulevard of broken dreams. :P

Very well written!

Unknown said...

"What is it?"
"I'm not sure."
"But you know everything."
"Bite your tongue, Gary."
"Make me!"
"Would you two be quiet?" Keith looked at his siblings with a scowl. He was the oldest, and obviously in charge of the venture. Both of the younger children fell silent, though their glares spoke volumes of the argument that would come when their brother wasn't looking.

Kieth looked back at the rusty contraption. It looked a bit like a box, but it was metal, and the lid was missing. "Maybe it was a coffin," he mused aloud. Jessie squealed in disgust and edged away, which only made Gary, the youngest, giggle.

"But what are those tube things, on the inside?" Gary leaned over the ragged edge of the metal box and pointed at the zig-zag tubing running along one side of the contraption. They debated a little longer about what it might be, and what might have punched holes in the side, and why anyone would want to. Jessie decided it was an escape pod, and had been attacked by the Others, then left to rot here once its tasty organic insides has been consumed. That brought on tears and whimpering from Gary, which ended the fun.

"Don't be a jerk about it, Jessie. Come on, guys. I'm getting hungry." Keith turned away, and left the antiquated, ruined refrigerator behind. The Others would take care of it eventually. They took care of everything, and only demanded a very mild tribute in exchange. The children reassured one another as they walked home, talking about lessons and Jessie's upcoming birthday. No reason to talk about the Others. Not now.

Sheepdog said...

Fantastic! I love your description of the refrigerator. Hmm, I wonder who the "Others" are...

Unknown said...

*grins* They may show up again very shortly. I'd forgotten how good it feels to write again.