Lost in thoughts

Even though it was necessary nourishment for me, I couldn't eat much. But I had to. I had to eat as much as planned. As much as I could. So that my parents wouldn't notice how uncomfortable I felt.

More importantly: That I lied to them. That I was curious. What would they do if they knew that? I had a bad feeling but decided to ignore it. They were still my parents and I didn't remember any incident like today. It was just a COincident...

After I finally finished my last bite and gulped it down I smiled at my parents in front of me and excused myself. I just had to follow my schedule now. Follow and ignore this incident. That sounded right.

After all what good would come from just pointlessly ignoring my schedule? Following the uncertain? That was seriously dangerous and something very unsettling for me.

I take my bag which contains my pad and a few other school supplies. "Have a successful day at work", I loudly pronounce into the kitchen. Like I always do. Like I should do.

"You too", came from my father and my mother finally fulfilling the routine. The 'at at home' schedule' has been taken care of.

So I leave the house once again 1 hour 3 minutes and 52 seconds earlier. I check the bike that I had marked as flat. Thankfully the repair drones have already taken care of it.

I take a look into the clear sky. It's confusing in reality. These drones are not visible to the normal eye so it's hard to believe they exist. They act like ghosts, little helpers. Though they are not ghosts. Because there are no ghosts.

The belief in ghosts is only an old fairy tale. Something that humans on earth believed since they were filled with many regrets. Ghosts started to exist due to regrets, due to negative emotions. Though now the most prominent goal was the happiness of the people.

Citizens of this new planet were specially planned to be happy. The difference in life should be the common goal. The happiness of all through a perfect government. It hadn't been too long since humanity has left earth. And now everyone was happy. There was no homelessness. No one slacking off. Everyone had a good and stable job. It was perfect.

I hopped onto my bike as I continued my track of thinking. How did earth struggle so much to achieve happiness? Just by some simple planning, everything could be resolved. It was a question I wanted to ask someone who had lived on earth before. Though there was no one mentioned who was still alive. There was no one whom I could search for...

I blinked a few times. There had been a very confusing thought in my mind: 'Why was there a terror organization?'. Why? I shook my head in disbelief.

The reason could not be simple. Yet it was confusing. Really confusing. The government tried its best to search for individual schedules. To fit everyone perfectly on their strengths. There were breaks and everything trivial planned. You only had to follow this guide to achieve happiness. It was something you already learned as a child.

The society also tried its best to help. Everyone was friendly. You could find friends immediately. No one would pointlessly insult another person. Everyone tried their best to guide others when they were at a loss with their schedule.

The best example after all was the crime rate. There were a few crimes. There always would be, it was something that could not be stopped unless you annihilate humanity.

Though dealing with those crimes was something that had improved as well. People who committed crimes had a reason after all. So the only thing that needed to be done was the stage of 'self-improvement'. A stage within which the person sees the fault in their actions. Realizes that it has been a fault. And then is going back to their respective place. To their planned schedule. Like a perfect chess piece.

And the best advancement? The chance of such a person committing a crime again was extremely low! It was as if they had found the answer they tried to find with violence. And that all was not achieved by shaming them or making them pay! Only through self-improvement. It was crazy how easy it was. This stage of self-improvement must be so wonderful, I wished I could see it once too. See how a person changes for the better. See how they finally found their answers...

I stopped at the school gates and pushed my bike through the gate. The scanner taking in my identity immediately. Perfect time today, exactly 30 minutes earlier.

After I put my bike in its respectful place I started to go to the teacher's lounge. What would happen if the 'truth' would go through such self-improvement? Wouldn't that be wonderful as well? Which answers would they find? What were the questions they asked? How many are there that are lost? How many lost their way? Wasn't that so interesting?

I smile as a stand in front of the teacher's lounge. This time it's not Mr. Windsor who opens the door but Mr. Smith. A younger and more energetic teacher. He is not only kind but also always guides lost students. He's good at teaching and even better at human interactions. A model teacher. His smile while he sends me the files I have to complete reminds me of the one my mother always has plastered on her face.

After we both say our goodbyes I walk into the classroom. After all, I have a few files to finish. This time with enough time so I don't have to stress myself too much. This time without lying. Without failing everyone and everything.

I smile as I continue my work. Following your schedule is the best. Though there is a small thought within my mind: How does the child feel? Is it ok? Not traumatized? What about the mother?