futuristic rut

10-31-2300 or whatever they say it is now

Janice Avery was an average woman who lived an average life in an extraordinary time. At barely 80 her life was already in a rut. Every day she got up made her kids breakfast and wondered why her husband even bothered to lie about his late nights and bloodshot mornings. Then she would give everybody a hug and a kiss making sure they all had everything they needed and that everyone made it to their respectable destinations on time. First to be dropped off at school was Kyle, at eight years old Kyle was the youngest of her three children and had to be dropped off at elementary school. Next came amber, the bubbly cheerful child had turned into a sulky ill-mannered adolescent as the years went by. She would be dropped off at the middle school with the forged signature on her report card she thought her mom didn’t know about. Lastly was Jake, he was to be dropped off a block away from his school. No waves, no hugs and definitely no goodbye kiss. With barely a curt nod of acknowledgement as he clambered out the car Jake walked away and Janice drove to work.

Janice loved and hated her work. As a factory worker she had mixed feelings about her job. On a good day she thought of all the lives she touched, these products that she helped put together they would be shipped all around the world and as she fitted the product into its proper form she imagined where it would go. Maybe this one would go to England, she would muse to herself. However more and more often as she fitted the product into its proper form she found her thoughts turning dark and like usual she dwelled on her life. She imagined that if someone were to write a list describing her then they would use words like replaceable, ordinary, unnoticeable, plain, and unimportant and nobody. Usually by the time she got to nobody she would snap out of it but today she indulged herself with the somewhat morbid and comforting thought. Roughly 160 more years to go I'm already one third there I just need to last a hundred and sixty more years and I will have fulfilled my life expectancy. Why can it not come sooner?