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"And now, the bottle opener!" The tour guide said with a flourish of her hand.
"A device once used to open a glass drinking bottle...by hand!" A ripple of laughter broke through the members of the tour, who all were sat on padded chairs that moved along a conveyor belt.
Had the world once been so simple? It is hard to imagine ever having to do anything by hand. It was rather fun to think people used their limbs for any activites but sports in leisure time. The machine that ran the conveyor belt click and the chairs moved to the next exhibit.
"This is an old fashioned model of a police car that ran on fossil fuels and moved on wheels! How naiver us humans were!" The tour guides overly fake voice charmed the others and they laughed again. I barely heard her as she went on about the history of automobiles. These days cars were run on solar power and hovered above the ground.
The chairs moved again, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Now we have a hand-held excersising device!" The woman lifted up the object. It had one blue and one red arm, both formed by a foam-like material over a steel skeleton. It joined in the middle at a plastic yellow joint.
By this time all that was used was automated exercise machines that worked your muscles for you. The chairs moved on, coming to the next exhibit.
"These are tarot cards. At one time humans thought these could help predict the future." The audience chuckled collectively again. Even I laughed, yes, the thought of being able to tell the future was completely preposterous. I heard a horrible scream and a bang. I looked around and a few other people looked worried too.
"It's just one of the other exhibits." The tour guide reassured everyone before the conveyor belt moved on to the last exhibit.
"This ladies and gentlemen, is a gun. It was used by early humans to kill animals for food, fight wars, and even sometimes killing each other." She smiled and held the object up. She pointed it at me, which I found odd. The gun clicked and there was a bang. I felt something hit my chest. A few people were screaming and trying to move. A few more bangs. More screams. I felt pain and then with a final sigh my world went black.
- Title: Destiny
- Artist: i r JEDI
- Description: Something I wrote during a writing workshop where we were shown a certain amount of items and had to turn them all into a story. This was my idea.
- Date: 11/09/2008
- Tags: destiny
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Comments (2 Comments)
- I_Set_My_Exs_0n_Fire - 11/17/2009
- Im sorry but the ending made no sense at all rather confused and frustrated now...
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- Tsiklop - 11/25/2008
- That's really good, actually.
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