The calendar flashed March 4, 2050. Oh, right, I thought. It’s my birthday. I am 67 years old and what do I have to do? At that moment, my husband shouted. “I have a meal for you! Clean promptly!” So I dropped my robe onto the floor and stepped into the wind cleaner. I don’t need to do anything. Everything is automatic.
After meal with my husband, I wondered what I would do for myself. I was supposed to be on elevator by 8:00 AM on my way to my job 100 floor below. Present is different from the past I lived. Old people are quite healthy, and they can work if they want to. Frankly, the reason is so many old people are working may be to find their life’s meaning in tedious world. There is no more a green forest. Over and over people have wanted high buildings and now everything is done in there. Everyone has thought that is advance of technical and better world.
Anyway, today I decide to give myself a birthday treat. I take the elevator up, rising 50 floors to the station. Though ticket is little expensive, I board in an airport as I rode a bus in the past. And I return to the world in 1990. Although I cannot stay for a long time, I can enjoy the place for a while. Actually this trip made of my memories. I want to feel trees, wind, and soil and so on. One more time I want to hold those feeling in my mind.
Suddenly my ticket starts to flash and notice I have to return. Again I have to return the gray world is everything is so comfortable but I can’t relax in there. Through teary eyes I looked at the precious world.
After a little I am again my house. There are no trees, wind, and sun in this place. I am living such an age.