My Mom says I'm a prophetess
Why? My dreams come true.
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-20th March 2058-
"Sara!!!", I shouted, Sara couldn't just be quiet for two minutes. The babe is my friend and roommate but with the way she shouts, I might kill her one day.
I got up to get some freshly-made water from the kitchen and I went back to the couch to keep working.
Sara's specialty was that she was good at making fresh water, the hydrogen and oxygen were always in the right 👌 2to1 composition.
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I started typing at the laptop again, for the last 3 years, I have been working from my laptop because, as a freelance writer, I couldn't afford enough oxygen to stay outside long enough for any other jobs, like making video documentaries.
My apartment was a great workplace. Sara and I were lucky to have found the place.
Our apartment was what a 2018-person would call an Experiment-house. It was an air-tight room that came with its own oxygen producing system and these days, it's hard to find houses like ours.
Like I said, getting this apartment was pure luck, especially now that the Government could go hours without pumping oxygen to homes through the underground respiratory-tube-system.
2018 people didn't stay in this kind of apartment, their air wasn't as polluted as hours, their trees could produce enough oxygen for everyone.
Not like it was now.
Well, today, I was writing about the recent robbery attacks in an old-state-train. Unlike newer trains that were air-tight and oxygen-filled, the old ones had single-resp-tubes per seat, it was hard to move around without having to strap on your personal oxy-can.
I was still wondering how people managed to move about, steal and even escape in such clumsy trains.
As I was wondering...
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My Sister, Sara woke me up.
I was talking in my sleep again.
I got up and opened the window to allow the cool morning air fill the room.
I picked up my phone,
It was 3:45am, 20th March 2018
I wasn't gonna tell Mum this dream.
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P. S: This story is fiction, but it depicts a world that we might just get to with the rate of air pollution unless we consciously and cautiously take steps to prevent it.
Also, there are some phrases there that aren't regular😂 😂
I created words out of my imagination.
Words like,
1. Underground respiratory-tube-system: I imagined that if oxygen became less available, the Government would provide. And imagined that they would come into houses in underground tubes just like water.
2. Single-resp-tubes per seat: This one just implies that for every seat on the train, there's an oxygen tube, like in the last picture.
3. Oxy-can: This is basically an oxygen cylinder that's small enough to be strapped like a bagpack.
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