cami*cami robot

The world today is painted gray, and we people of the past might say meloncholy too. Throughout the years a very peculiar thing happened to society- the middle class managed to erode and eventuall disappear, very much like what has been happening to the Grand Canyon until the chemical interference with nature made it disappear prematurely 5 years ago. It is 2100 A.D. and the world is a pity, and William Bruckner is is the bathroom having his teeth brushed by the morning machine. He is satisfied with his position among the top 3% of the world that has more than $1,000,000. How he got in this position, however, is morally unsound. Things are looking bleak for future America. News channels are bursting at the seams with reports of riots in every populated city you can think of, many with different names than from when you and I were young and still in high school. Detroit, Michigan has been renamed to Ford, Michigan. Hollywood has been renamed Coca Cola, and the famous sign of our youth has been adjusted accordingly. Everywhere you go, every second of the day there is propaganda and media and communication. It is slammed at you at speeds frightening to the individuals of Earth 2009 a. Commercials will last anywhere from 1-10 seconds each, erupting words, telling you what to buy, who is who, why why why! It is enough to drive a girl mad! It is by chance that I am even here, observing this world of the future. I am here to watch this old man by the name of William Bruckner because by chance, I loved this man once, and I know that he was not always this way. It is my duty to unveil the rich silk cloth otherwise known as greed and have him see that Earth 2100 is unacceptable,for it is the epitome of the stereotypical apocolyptic scene in science fictions of 2009. It was through genuine hard work that William crawled up the beauracratic ladder to get to the top, but as the time has done many times before, the power got to a good man and it changed him. People were as expendable as tissues after being used to drain ones nasal sinuses as far as William was concerned. He put his family up for "adoption" because they were emotionally unstable and could not handle his constant absence from their lives. He shows his love- in a $500 check every month to each of his grandkids, children, and estranged wife. He has fired people that were led to believe had a friendship in him just to save money and stimulate the diversity of his company- a solar panel production company with a monopoly over the industry in America. His soul has been erased with a burning, dangerous ambition to be the richest and most powerful man in the world. William just arrived in his office, which happens to be lavishly ostentacious to the naked eye. It also happens to be lavishly ostentacious to the clothed eye as well. He is sitting in his $10,000 leather swivel chair sparking up a cuban blunt, being a little to frank for comfort to one of his many secretaries and personal assistants. I decide to walk past him, stirring the wind with my cold presence. I did not know immediately if he recognized me, if he could feel my chilly breeze of an existence, or if he could see or feel anything at all. Then his eyes locked on to my own, and grew bigger and bigger until he had a near cartton like appearance. His skin grew pale and he let out a gasp and yelled, " How did you get in here!? Is that you, Leanne?!!" I did not expect him to recall me so easily, but now it is scarcely a suprise. I did just come from the year we were inseparable, a year of which he may have memories from. I could feel his fright and worry and panic radiating from his wrinkled and unhappy body.