Aruba as it will be

[charlescroes]

So often scenes and experiences motivate me to write some little snippet, however today I am motivated by a possible event in the future. That is to say that it is something that hasn’t happened yet but that looms there like an ugly cloud. So this “Snippet” is a few generations down the road.

A family sits inside of a strange flying apparatus and a floating attendant asks them to please buckle up because the next stop is Aruba. The family does and are then given a choice board from which to make some “Landing Selections” such as Sunny, Cloudy, Pouring rain, Windy, Gusty, Etc. They are then given a head piece that will fit over their entire head and will seal itself for the 7 or more days the family is here. On the Head piece is a large note that says

Welcome and
DO NOT FORGET TO PICK YOUR YEAR

The family looks at each other and jointly pick out 1985. The father figure looks at the young son and says, “That is when my great-great-great grandpa first came here.” They all hug a moment and then sit waiting for the landing.

The craft lands on a large steel barge that floats directly off shore of the island. Where the airport used to be is a large hotel. The tarmacs have been converted to virtual golf ranges (which need little space) and a series of other virtual events such as skiing and scuba diving. Anyone enjoying these “Virtual Experiences” is wearing the head-piece.

A hover craft takes the family to customs where they zip through and find themselves being hovered to a large transport hover vehicle. The whole time they are enclosed in a bubble and up to that moment, their feet have not touched the ground and as it turns out, it is raining but …. the head pieces have them on a “virtual” sunny day with balmy winds and all is as it once was in 1985.

They pull up to a large square structure that has “Mini-storage” type compartments and the family is placed into one of them. Check in is not needed since it was done before they left home. They are there for a week and never leave the “Mini-storage compartment. That said, they go diving, swimming, Para sailing, and sight seeing, but most importantly, they see ocean. They smell water. Their feet are “tricked” into thinking they are actually walking on sand and the synthetic sounds of a steel band playing HOT HOT HOT is tantalizing to the point that they dance in their compartment.

A week passes and the hover vehicle comes by to get them. They enter and a spray mist comes out that will leave them all perfectly tanned, Her hair will be given a slight touch of sun streaking and his wallet will be filled with a monopoly money he won the one night he went out with some virtual friends. The kid sits and wonders. He does not understand. He is far to young and temptation gets the better of him. Slowly he slips off the head piece and sees walls reaching high into the skies. He looks up at the tall walls of cement and sees other hover craft sliding out and in route to the airport. Many of them have children just like him and just like him, some are taking off their helmets as well.

The hover craft move slowly and the kids are in awe of the masses of concrete. The craft must go over the large and very tall buildings and when they do, the kids see something that they do not recognize – it is water. It is muddled with plastic cups and sludge and machines that go back and forth acting as a vacuum of sorts while picking up the mes that is there. It will be transported to somewhere else – who knows were? No one seems to want to know.

The hover craft get to the airport and here, they are momentarily required to stop for a body inspection (some things have not changed). They stand there and long slinky fingers glide over the people and all of a sudden one kid, a small one that looks weak but must have a huge heart says

NO - THIS IS NOT RIGHT. I WANT TO FEEL THE WATER FOR REAL.

Another boy looks at him and says, IT’S GONE.

Then a small wispy girl asks “WHO DID THIS?”

The parents are oblivious to this and continue onward smiling with their head pieces firmly placed.

Transport craft doors slide open and the vacationers are de-barked. They go to their assigned seats and the headpieces are taken off. Then a small sign comes out and says “This head piece is our way to have you remember us– AS we USED TO BE” – please keep it as a token of our appreciation.

[Eagle-Beach Boy]

Sounds like 3001 to me. Could be a movie.......

[charlescroes]

It provoked some thought and that is important. Thanks for reading it and inspiring it as well
be well
charles

Originally Posted by Eagle-Beach Boy

Sounds like 3001 to me. Could be a movie.......