|WIZOS (standard:humor, 450 words)|
|Author: Crag||Added: Apr 29 2002||Views/Reads: 1821/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Strange but True|
This story is about a small guy who's name is Billy-John-Bob the third. He lives in a vast dome on the surface of the planet Mars, on the southern most pole where water can be manufactured from the Hydrogen locked in the orange rock. For Billy, life was simple, sleep , get up, eat more crackers, put on his hyper learning goggles (wizos) for 10 minutes and relax while the information is rapidly flashed into his brain, then another 10 minutes of anealing where he listens to special music which enforces his brain pathways allowing him to remember his lessons and after that, the rest of the day way spent on play. Billy never knew of his earth roots, though he was learning about it, he imagined it, but thought that it would never be anything like being there. As he skipped through along the paths of the farm pod, he met Bizanthmine, a girl of his age that he knew well. They chatted and wondered if this place would ever have any excitement... So they plotted a way to make things more interesting, that night they logged into their hyperterminals and began programming together as a team across the network, it seemed they both knew exactly what they had to do and within a few hours they had created a wizo glasse's routine of their own. To do this they had spent time accessing the ancient achives of old earth. Next day, all the kids who lived in the dome, got up and started their normal routine, food then wizo glasses.... Accessing there normal grade setting, the kids let the flashes from the wizos do the work and all seemed normal. As they sat back to listen to the music afterwards they were surprized to hear a very rythmic mathematical music with a deep voice signing words which sounded of the old ways, as they felt the pathways of their brains become in tune to the music they felt elevated, almost energetic... That day was different to all the other days, the kids spent there time wandering the dome, this time they were crazed with the desire to sing and make music, they drummed, strummed and hummed on the outer shell of the dome and pretty much anything they could find that made a noise...especially metal objects and heavy ones too.... Billy and Bizathamine quietly giggled at the rumpus they had started, no real harm had come to anyone or anything, just a little more energy than usual...they thought "I wonder if that music had that effect back in the old earth days" or was it the wizo, it had been a fun day and hey...... Nothing Else Matters..... Tweet
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