Dystopian : Pt 1

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“What are my options?” I asked the mirror.
“I suggest a pair of black trousers, A cyan collared shirt and your best pair of loafers.” replied the mirror in it’s robotic tone.
“May I try them on.” I asked.
“Certainly.” and with that the mirror showed myself in the clothes.
“Very good, those will do fine.” I said.
I put on my clothes and hurried out of the room and into the living room.

“Excited for the party?” asked my mother.
“Sure.” I replied hesitantly.
“Aw, trust me, it’s going to be fabulous, you’ll love it.” she said while looking into the mirror while Tres, our robot put a shawl over her shoulders.
“You look stunning madame.” Tres chimed.
“Thank you love.” she cheerily responded now more pleased.

“Where is your father with the Flite?” she said now annoyed.
“I’m sure he’s getting it out of parking.” I said.
The Tele came to life and projected a screen on the wall to the news.

“New Terrorist Warnings Tonight.” the reporter barked.
“Those are never right.” cried my mother turning it off.
“Come Now.”

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  1. Avatar Marli

    I like the futuristic take and more people should have a mirror that takes the pain out of choosing clothes. The terrorist theme thrown in makes me think you will sequel?

  2. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    agreed with marli, and the Flite is a great name!

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Has a neat feel to it, like successive glimpses into this futuristic life. And yes, the title really sets up the story well, making all this quiet, mundane stuff seem to foreshadow some impending doom.