Daisy's+Myth

by Daisy
A long, long time ago, a little after Earth formed, there was a civilization called the Zimba’s. They were smarter than we are today, and with one person's hope, they created stars. However, these people didn’t rely on hope, they simply just wished it into being. Considering they were so advanced, they had the technology to enable people this skill at birth. This worked by robots, or bots as they were called, performing a small surgery on you to enhance you’re knowledge of life. Thus, they didn’t need hope.

There were no wishes, no dreams, nothing. Everything was monitored perfectly by the bots. They made sure the population sure everyone was the perfect image, and weight. They also made sure that any job at any given time was open. There was no poverty, hunger, drugs, crimes, nothing.

But when one bot malfunctioned, it ruined their perfect society. As the other bots were building this bot, they forgot to cross a wire, causing it to not do it’s job. There was baby who never got the special abilities, there were not enough jobs, and soon people fell into poverty. Eventually of course, they got things as worked out as the possibly could. They fixed that robot, and got the jobs a bit more open, but let that baby get away without the surgery.

Yes, there was still poverty, and yes there was still the one boy out there who never got the special abilities, and there were people struggling for jobs. But one day, that little boy had a beacon of hope. He dreamt and wished and hoped as much as he could, but none of his dreams really came true. 90 years later, as he lay on his deathbed, he looked up at the blank sky, only a moon visible to the eye. He had one last dream; he wished that there’d be something else in the sky, to make people realize that there’s more to life then just having what you want be poofed into existence. As he finally passed stars appeared, bright shiny things that lingered there for the human eye to behold. This was the result of his dream finally coming true, with hope. Civilization passed, dinosaurs came to be. These stars had enough power to generate whispers to our generation, where there’s ton of hope to create new stars. When we look at stars now, it is simply a whisper of the past, and a reminder of how that one little boy had hoped until he died, but never gave up.

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