November 2050
Dear Journal,
Here I am an 80-year-old man sitting in my favorite chair with my robotic dog, Miss Pokey. I got her after my real Miss Pokey decided it was time to go if you know what I mean. Now when I am waiting for the automatic food dispenser to cook dinner, and the television turns on right in time for my favorite show I sit and remember when I did these things myself. I tried to do these menial tasks, but the alarm in this Smart house keep going off when I try. Oh, for olden times.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Danny and Bernie
Leo, Barney and Kimba kind of hit the road when Bernie's tail went up, but for some Danny wanted to make friends. Danny waited and Bernie slowly made his way over to him. They each studied and sniffed each other. Danny said, "Want to play?" Bernie said, "Want to race I am a pretty good runner." Danny said so was he. "Let's race to that far tree." "Ready, set, Go!" Off they went. They each couldn't believe it for they reached the tree at the same time. They spotted a berry bush that they each knew and headed towards it.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth5 days ago in Fiction
Breakfast
The room was like any I had seen on any episode of Law and Order or other police procedural. They invited me here, said it was voluntary, but I knew it was not. After a while, I lost all track of time. I dozed off and then woke with a start. I’d read somewhere that Thomas Edison slept for an hour or two at a time, around the clock. Not much different from my own bouts insomnia.
By Mindy Reed4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
This man sounds as though he lives with the Jetsons! Ha!
Well-wrought! The house is smart, and it is pleasant enough, but is it civil?
Fab read thank you for this
I like the humor, and the moral of the story as well. There is intrinsic value, maybe even healing, in doing for ourselves.
Nice job!!😊💕💗
Sometimes robots are just too smart
This is so good!
Mark, reminds me of the Jetsons. While as a kid, I dreamed of things that would "do things for me", it's also a scary thought that we would no longer be able or required to do them ourselves. However, I really do wish I had someone to take my clean dishes out of the dishwasher and put them away. GREAT WRITING
Great work, Mark. Nailed it.
A sad preview of what may yet come to pass...sigh well done Mark