Jai-Lynn's+Future+Earth+Story

//The Begging of the End//
In the year 2062 nobody is out past 3 pm. They are in their houses, watching TV. People really never leave their house at all; because of technology, they didn't have to. School, work, and exercise are accomplished at home. The government has replaced all factory jobs with drones and self-driving cars. You could have anything delivered to your house, and have it be there in about 25 minutes. The only time people would leave their house is to go see relatives, or go to the beach. But, those are very rare occurrences.

Cops have completely stopped working because nobody is committing any crime; they are too busy at home watching TV or working out. Although, there is one person who wasn’t brainwashed by everything. He is sly, cunning, and could charm his way out of anything. His name is Xander Clipps. He is a young 26-year-old accountant. He also has a sister who is a very gifted, but financially unstable writer and painter. On the outside, he looks like an average Joe; 6” 1’, short brown hair, muscular, brown eyes, and mocha-colored skin. But, he is special, unique, and a threat to the government.

His IQ is higher than anybody’s and extremely athletic. If people bothered keeping any records, he’d be the fastest man on record. He planned on using his skills wisely. Today is the day that Xander trained for. He’s going to start, what he considered, his career as a thief.

There are several reasons why he wants to. But, the real reason is because of his younger sister, Spencer. Because of America’s lack of in interest in writing and painting, it was hard for her to make any money from her work. She never moved in with her big brother because she was very independent and hard-headed, like her cousin Jai-Lynn.

As Xander finishes his work, he shuts down his Macbook 2000 and starts to get everything ready. While turning on his TV, so he can workout, the big brother calls the automated delivery store and orders what he needs: black leather gloves, a ski mask, pocket knife, and black running shoes. When he’s done with his cardio workout, everything is at his front door.

He goes into his walk-in closet and puts on a black jogging suit. After setting his security alarm, he proceeds to get the rest of his stuff ready. He is one of the few people in America who still has a security system. The young man leaves his house and jogs a good seven and half miles, with ease.

Xander quickly finds a house that looks promising. While still outside, he pulls on his ski mask, gloves, and takes out his knife, which he had carefully tucked in his pocket. As he approaches the house, he peeks through the window to see a family of five sitting in the living room, watching TV, as he expected. Making his way around the back, he opens the back door. He walks in and makes his way upstairs, undetected.

Xander gets back to his house safely and happily. He walks up to his bedroom to go over everything he stole. He throws the duffel bag, which he also stole, down on the bed. He opens it and decides to go over the jewelry first. So, he opens a zippered compartment and takes out his very proud, new, treasures: $4000 dollars worth of gold earrings and rings, $3000 worth of silver necklaces, and a diamond that he could probably buy a house with.

That's exactly what he planned on doing. Spencer was in need of a house. As Xander started thinking about this, he dialed his sister's number and wiped the tear that fell from his eye.

“Hello, Xander. I haven’t heard from you in a while.” That was how Spencer usually answered the phone.

“Hey, Spence. So, are you still looking for that apartment or...” He let his sentence hang in the air, although already knew the answer to the question.

“Of course I am. You know that being a writer isn’t the richest job in the world,” she said in a smart one.

“Well, I think I … ” Then he stopped, and rethought what he was going to say. “I think I want you to move in with me.”

“Xander, you know I don't want to live off of you. And I … ”

“Spencer. I want you to live with me. I made a promise to Dad that I would take care of my little sister. I am going to keep that promise to our dead father. You know, the one who died for our country.”

“Ok, ok, I know dad’s history. I’m on my way. Leave the door unlocked.”

“Ok. Love you.”

“I love you too.” She hung up.

Xander then proceeded to hide his new treasures; he didn’t want his sister to know what his new hobby was, before he could tell her himself. He put everything back in the duffle bag and put it in his walk-in closet. He was pacing back and forth trying to figure out how he was going to break the news to his sister that he was a thief.

Before he could get his idea completely finished Spencer was walking up the stairs, to his room.

“Spencer, can I talk to you for a minute.”

Spencer nodded.

They sat down on his bed, and Xander explained everything, from why he wants to do it, to how.

“Do you have any questions?” He asked his sister.

“Yeah just one. When we hit our first house? You know as a team.” She asked with a smile.

“Really? Why do you want to?” He asked skeptically.

“Because, I can use this to my advantage.”

“Actually,” Spencer said getting up and pacing back and forth in front of the bed, “we can use this to help all artists.”

She looked at her brother, who gave her a confused look. “I have friends who are painters and writers, like me. They can come with us. You know what they say: the more the merrier. After we hit our first house we can leave some form of art or something. You know, so we can bring art back,” she said excitedly.

Xander was now starting to understand. So, he nodded his head and handed Spencer the phone so she can call her friends. When Ja-Rule, Rolland, Pierson, and Hunter arrived, they went over everything. They agreed that after every house they hit the artists would leave a signature. Generally, graffiti.

As they finished talking Xander said, “Guys, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful nightmare for the government.”

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