It was a cold winter morning. The sun had not yet risen. Twice the doorbell rang. Harry was annoyed. He did not want to come out of his warm cosy bed and face the chill of a December morning. But 5 o clock was the usual time when he had to collect his milk bottles as the milk van left them at this very hour each day. Harry dragged himself out of the bed to the door and reluctantly reached out to the milk bottles. Two hours were still left for school. The bed was calling out to him but mother had warned him that he was becoming plump. Fifty kilograms was too much for a nine standard boy. So after his ablutions, he put on his jogging shoes.
He came out of the house. Oh no! How stupid of Harry to forget the remote of his air-car back in his room itself. How could he operate his air-car without the remote? With a grumpy face, he sluggishly went back to collect it. Harry pressed a button and heard the peculiar noise of the shutter of the garage going up. Harry made himself comfortable in the driver’s seat and pressed another button. With extreme elegance, the vehicle took off! Within seconds it was soaring five hundred feet off the ground. But oh my God! Now, what had happened? Harry had just charged his car for one and a half hours yesterday in the sunlight. So the vehicle gave signs of stopping just after a couple of minutes of its launch. Four hours of sunlight was essential to charge the battery of the vehicle fully. So Harry had to return. Again he would get a good scolding from his mother. However, it was a part of his daily routine; not the battery getting discharged but his mother’s nagging.
Now only half an hour was left for school. Harry had to take a lift from his father. But his father did not fly his air-car as fast as Harry. How boring! Another factor adding to his boredom was the traffic of seven o’ clock. The whole sky around was jammed with airbuses. “I guess I’ll be late for school again.” thought Harry. Sharp at seven o’ clock the prayer of Gulmohur School began. All around the assembly area monitors were recording the activities of each and every student. Immediate and severe action will be taken against a dull participant. Classes began at sharp seven thirty. Anjali ma’am, the history teacher turned on the hologram with voice command. Lesson seventeen – The Rigvedic Age. Within a short span of thirty minutes events, the projection took me through the entire timeline of this age. Harry found it hard to imagine that such an age actually existed thousands of years ago. Then Anjali ma’am left the class announcing that she shall take an assessment the next day.
Next came the Maths teacher. He expected each and every student to be perfect in pure and commercial arithmetic, mensuration, geometry and algebra. Without having the knowledge of all this at your fingertips, it was impossible to survive the 22nd century. Then, rang the bell for the third period. It was time for Artificial Intelligence class, Harry’s favourite. He had always dreamed of becoming an AI Engineer and each class would teach him something more towards attaining his goal. Harry’s best friend Ronald was not beside him during AI classes. Ronald chased the thought of becoming a Farmer. So he went to attend his class in the school gardens. No subject was compulsory in the ninth standard. Right at the beginning of sixth standard children were distributed in different classes and only those subjects were taught to them which would help them in attaining the heights of their selected careers.
Classes were done by twelve o’ clock. Every student turned off their hologram device. The last period of the day was Astronomy but the class was cancelled. What an interesting subject and what bad luck to miss it. Harry along with his friends went straight to the canteen. No activity was possible with an empty tummy. The whole system of cooking was mechanized. Any order placed would be ready in a minute. Harry requested his favourite food items by talking to the canteen’s robot. The money would be charged at the end of the month, but that was father’s headache. So Harry need not worry about it. All that was expected of him was to excel in studies.
After helping himself with his favourite dishes Harry along with his friends went to the resting room. Resting in the school itself for two hours was necessary. Three to four was the time for physical fitness. 4 o clock was the time to depart from school. On the weekends each student had a tiny bot-friend to accompany them. The AI robot would help them with assignments and projects.
Harry rang up his father to inform him that he would be coming home in Ronald’s air-car. On the way back home Harry did not mind the traffic jam so much. Why should he? After all being with friends was not so boring. Harry said, “Ron, I have heard than centuries ago students had to carry heavy bags full of books each morning and afternoon. Have you heard of it?” Ron asked, “Harry, what are books?” Harry sighed. Why did he discuss anything intellectual with Ron?
As soon as home, Harry changed his school uniform, had some light snacks and went to play virtual football with his online friends in his game room. But mother again intervened. She would only allow fifteen minutes. Tomorrow was expected to be a rainy day and solar cells could not be completely charged in the absence of sunlight. How Harry longed to play for at least an hour. But order was order, what to do?
Harry was up to a project these days. He was designing his own personal robot. Why? Of course to help him clean up his room. And who knows it might be even successful in going to the door and picking up those milk bottles every five o’ clock in the morning. Now it was nine o’ clock a busy day has come to an end. Harry was now feeling sleepy, he could not ignore nature’s call. Back into the bed, Harry commanded his clock to wake him up at five.
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