WordPress has a writing prompt every day. Tuesday’s prompt was: “Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.”
Interesting, huh? You know you want to be along for this ride. So here we go.
Dear 100-year-old me,
Crazy to think the year is 2075 and we survived. I knew we could do it…but I wonder what shape our body is in.
Are we half human, half robot? I imagine science has progressed to the point where they can replace all our broken body parts. Maybe the brains of people whose bodies are beyond physical repair live out their days in the bodies of Cabbage Patch Kids or My Buddy dolls.
Or if you live in a home with limited space, maybe your grey matter gets squeezed into the 5½ inches of a He-Man or Strawberry Shortcake figure.
Or perhaps the world has embraced minimalism and we’re just a brain in a mason jar.
Have we lost our sass? I certainly hope not. We pretty much say what we want now, so I can’t even imagine what we’ll say in the future.
Have we continued to travel? Please, PLEASE, tell me we got rich, became an internationally celebrated writer, and retired to a cruise ship.
I can’t even begin to imagine the things our eyes have seen…the things our brain has forgotten…or the things technology has made obsolete. Maybe eyes themselves have become obsolete?
I have so many questions, but I’m trying to narrow them down to the important ones—the ones that seem important now.
Is 100 even old now? Maybe people now live to be 200–300—or older. Maybe 130 is the new 50.
I’m sure cars are self-driving by 2075…and driving your own car is illegal for old folks like us.
If cars are self-driving, do we still need licenses? Or do the cars themselves have to be licensed?
If people still need licenses, do we still get them around 16? Can a 10-year-old operate a self-driving car? Or a 6-year-old?
Do we live in smart houses? Please tell me the house does the food shopping, puts everything away, and—of course—does the laundry.
Do we even eat food? Maybe the refrigerator orders the food and the microwave 3D prints it. No more getting mad at our hubby because he forgot to buy the ice cream cartridge—now it’s the fridge’s fault.
Is California still there? Or did it finally fall into the ocean like everyone predicted?
How has the medical world changed? Do we still go to the doctor’s office? Or does a drone scan, diagnose, and treat us? Do surgeries still happen? Or are tumors sucked out of our bodies like the air in a FoodSaver bag?
I can’t imagine we still use cell phones. I’m sure by 2075 some kind of communication chip has been placed directly into our brains.
Do we still need our mouths to speak? Or can we communicate telepathically? And if we do communicate telepathically, can everyone hear all our thoughts? Gosh, that sounds like a nightmare!!
I hope brains come with a rating — Adult brain, rated R for some nudity, strong language, and violence.
Maybe we can invent a special hat that prevents everyone from hearing our thoughts.
I don’t know where the future has taken us—well, other than retirement on a cruise ship—but I hope we had fun getting there.
And I hope we’re not just a brain in a mason jar.
On a shelf.
In an old Barnes & Noble.
Covered with a cloth napkin because our caretaker got tired of listening to our thoughts.
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