Black Future

.2081.

A story derived from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.'s short story!!
Harrison Bergeron...

*intro*

Like Ray Bradbury's story, Harrison Bergeron takes place in the future, and in a domestic setting. New technology is having an important impact on people's lives. The story is told clearly and with a degree of detachment. But Vonnegut's story explores a different social theme: the idea of what it might mean to make sure that all people were equal. Vonnegut treats the subject with irony and a darkly humourous touch, but the story suggests some serious social questions -- about the place of the media in our lives and our freedom to act as individuals.

Kurt Vonnegut is an American writer, born in 1922, who often uses features of the science fiction genre in his novels and short stories. Harrison Bergeron is from a collection of Vonnegut's short stories called Welcome to the Monkey House, which was published in 1968.

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The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal.

They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.

...... (picked from: HARRISON BERGERON, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Literature In English SPM 6th Cycle) ......

Frankly I'm really looking forward to watching this video as soon as it is on the theatre box office. A whole new scientifically ironic video that is surely a uniquely worth-fascinating blockbuster at time.

Wake Up Moron.

Always, the opposite gender seems exactly resembling an iced hot cocoa.
Often that we give the judgment towards him, or her, we've have wrong impressions.
The initial stage looks beautiful. It is because you tend not to have flipped the seal of ice toppings.
Of course it tickles your appetite, running down your nerve, it's the so called 'feel' one feels.
For this holy second, thanks to cupids, you feel super-delightful assaulting whole of you.
Rejoicing the plenty of time till some of the ice slowly melt.
Part of what is called mundane reality gradually reveal themselves to your eyes.
You may look astonished in utter bewilderment, or you might as well feel relieved, for it suits what you have been guessing all through since the start of it; or, most probably, your guilt is relieved, because you are as mundane as everybody, as human as everyone else does. You no longer love the contrary anymore, and to your relief, it is just exactly the Tweedledee for the another rotting half.

Now you finished the drink you've been looking for. Just a shallow oasis you'd met.
Merely, you enjoy the contents, but, bear in mind, it is no way in god's name you'd really fascinate the aftermath, leaving only worries, anxiety.

Girl, he loves you for you supply him real love where other girls would not even when paid for.
Boy, she loves you for you pose a shelter to her, and it is ... temporary.
Wake up.