The Future Dream Writer
Image by hawkexpress via FlickrThis is a story told in poem form, just because I am lazy. I wonder if any indie film directors want to try this?
A long long long time,
In the future,
Men have decoded the brain,
The word 'sub-conscious' have no meaning.
When human sleep,
They can choose their dream,
It is all up to one man,
To write the dreams of the future.
He writes a thousand fantasies,
A thousand possibilities,
A thousand situations,
Giving many entertainment,
Little did anyone knew,
His role would shape humanity forever.
With just one little girl,
Who pops out of nowhere,
And claims you're her great-grandpa.
What a ride,
First a lunatic descendant from the future,
Then robotic killer machines,
Then nano-virus plague,
Then alien race contact,
Then the framed murder,
Now that offer to clone myself for multi-tasking sound good.
In the end,
Found a time-worm for my descendant,
Used my work to write off the killer robots,
Got a cure from the future,
Gave the alien race my frozen heart,
Sacrificed one of my clones to get away from the police,
Now to fade away in time.