Friday Fictioneers: Progress

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‘…Power sockets in a swimming pool! One of the many reason homo-sapiens once stood on the verge of extinction.’

The teacher’s comments fell on deaf ears. In the foreground she sensed a trio of giggling girls, telekinetically tossing a hairbrush back and forth, and hidden away at the back several boys had clearly pooled their consciousness in order to play online games.

She gave a virtual sigh. Modern teaching was nigh-on impossible.

‘…And this – once the only means of communication; its ringing interrupting a deafening silence devoid of content. Can you imagine?

The kids stared at her blankly. For all their technology and privilege…

…They couldn’t!

 

Written for: Friday Fictioneers 

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26 responses to “Friday Fictioneers: Progress

  1. One day eyesight won’t focus further than arm’s length.

  2. Scary to think the next generation will have no idea what a telephone booth is. I feel old.

  3. Great ideas in this. Loved the telekinetic game. 🙂

  4. We used to have telephones in all our public urinals which were mistakingly called phone boxes. Ah, the good old days.

  5. Fragments of Fiction

    Swimming pool power sockets and telekinetic hairbrushes… it’s nice to know our technology will get smarter when we won’t! Good work!

  6. Nice reflection on society never getting better. Technology isn’t the problem. It’s humanity.

  7. I trust that this is very, very far into the future 🙂

  8. It sounds like the next generation will be needing artificial intelligence.
    Well done xx Rowena

  9. I sometimes wish I could take my eight-year-old grandson back in time to when I was his age. I’m sure he’d be astounded at how different the world was then.

  10. Good story. I heard someone talking about that John Cusack movie and a kid asked: what’s a boom box. It’s already happening.

  11. Sadly, I think that’s already happening. Some kids wouldn’t even know what a pay phone was.

  12. Funny but worrying at the same time. That’s hard to do. I’ve long suspected that before long nobody will need to know anything any more; they’ll just consult the Internet, probably via a built-in device instead of something as enormous as a phone. What I hadn’t thought about was the prospect of imagination dying out (which probably means mine already has).

  13. I haven’t used a landline phone in a long time so I can see that it is entirely possible. Great story!

  14. Very good story. Thought provoking. You raise the fascinating speculation – well within the foreseeable future – that it will become extremely difficult to teach children because the pace of technology will be so fast. I wonder what will happen then?

  15. well, such is life. to each his own.

  16. Amazing how much modern technology rules our life… eh? Well done! 😊

  17. The day technology robs us of our imagination, I’ll be ready to pack it in!

  18. Technology leaves little for the imagination to work on. Well told, if slightly depressing. Setting them the task of finding a public phone could have been interesting. 🙂

  19. An interesting trip into the future to look back. I wonder what else she’ll be showing them? Maybe a dining room table people actually once sat at to eat meals together? 🙂

  20. Fascinating take on the prompt. I remember the days before personal computers and cell phones. I can’ imagine what is right around the corner.

  21. Thank you for reminding me of a really cool song from the early 80’s https://youtu.be/2HwmO_GZfzI

  22. With an ‘expert’ teacher like this, no wonder the kids can’t imagine the past. Time waits for no one. Fun story.

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