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Year 3015.
1000 feet under.
Finally everything has been completed. Everyone is secure, safe, and sound.
In our pods we feel at home. But, something seems off. Not right. Incorrect. Wrong. Uneasy. Immoral.
Year 2100.
The usual bustling city of New York is as busy as ever. The sky is immersed in a cloud of grey smoke from the slew of buildings and cars that pollute the fine city. One would think that by this time, pollution would have de-evolved. The streets are crowded with a sea of yellow taxi cabs and the sidewalks filled with businessmen and shoppers and the occasional tourist taking a quick photo. Deep in the heart, amongst a skid of Donald Trump buildings and corporate condos, lays a small, quaint bar. Nothing out of the ordinary. A nice oak wood finished front and classic saloon doors that sing open and closed. Atop was an old, worn-down, brass sign with the engraved letters B-A-R. Here is where the locals all join together to share a drink and enjoy a few laughs. What none of them realized, was something significant. Something out of the ordinary about the bar, or maybe the people inside it.
Year 3015.
1000 feet under.
Finally everything has been completed. Everyone is secure, safe, and sound.
In our pods we feel at home. But, something seems off. Not right. Incorrect. Wrong. Uneasy. Immoral.
"Am I the only one who doesn't feel right about this?" "WHAT WAS THAT?!" "Oh . . . nothing but that annoying old . . ."
Year 2101.
Steve looked like he hadn't aged in years. At least, that's what everyone would tell him. As customers would grow old, he somehow kept himself youthful. When the time had come around where they may have begun to realize such a thing, he was able to convince them it was just their age getting the best of them. As he slid one beer after another, across the bar from one side to the other, year after year, no one at all, not even the locals, could catch on. He had to have had a secret. Something no one knew. It was the only option. What else could it be? Anti-aging cream? No. Plastic Surgery? No. What's funny is, not even the government was able to pick up the fact that Steve was born in 1956 and it was now 2101.
He was born a regular kid. Nothing special. Born to a regular, average family. He grew up and went to college. Finished his degree and became a biochemical engineer. Sure, it was not what he wanted, but it would do for now. What makes Steve so significant was what he stumbled upon one early afternoon. Outside in during a sunny New York day, Steve met someone. Someone very interesting.
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