"It's their fault. It's like after she died they threw everything away, they gave it up as if it was nothing worth fighting for."

London in 2023 was pretty much the same as it was 20 years ago, that is in the sense of trivial things like the economy and how much a loaf of bread cost...but in the more important things, it was like a completely different world. That's why sitting here in the junkyard with my best friend listening to her complain about whose fault it was that the world was the way it is now, all I can think about is when it's all going to end. When the world's just gonna blow up or something, I mean it has to right? This can't be what the world was made for, so I guess we just have to wait it out, wait for the world to explode so we don't have to live in it anymore. But time's run out for me. I'm 23 and I'm being forced to marry a guy I don't even love, but I can't really pity myself because isn't that what all girls in this world have to do. I'm not the only one, because in this world all women are randomly matched up to guys regardless of that thing that everybody back in the day had before they got married. What's it called again?...Oh yes, chemistry. Regardless of chemistry.

Alexandra, my best friend, is still spewing a tirade against the male dominated society, and I'm trying to listen but it's just so hard. I'm sick of hearing about whose to blame, or the thousands of injustices that are occuring around the world right now. I just want it to stop, everything to stop, the world, the talk, life. I glance down at my wrist tracing the veins that barely peeked out from under my skin. After the Queen died you could say the world got shot to hell. It was like everybody was waiting for that last symbol of everlasting power to disappear, and when it did, people wanted to make their own rules. It was sort of like organized chaos, one by one heads of countries fell from power and the struggle for domination began. Soon, a global party formed and put some sort of order back into the confusion that was the world. For many people this new global party was like a saving grace, but others began to see that whilst they were promoting peace and prosperity, they were also promoting inequality and injustice. Women had lost all their rights, just like magic it was gone in a puff of smoke, the new world order claimed that if men made all the decisions for themselves and for women then there would be more peace on account of women not being an equation in any fights that took place. The theory was that wars and disputes were started based upon three main things; money, power, and women. By insubordinating women they couldn't turn the head of the man so to speak. The money issue was solved by having a world economy, a sort of socialist principal in which every person was paid the same amount of money regardless of their profession, the catch being that those whose professions required more skills, like doctors and writers, were given a bigger plot of land and were allowed to have two cars instead of one. And the issue of disputes caused by a craving for power was eliminated with the introduction of the new world order, with no heads of state, and one ultimate power controlling the entire world there's no way that anybody could even think about becoming a leader. Even the order didn't have any leaders, just people who were good at a particular skill doing their jobs and contributing to the society as a whole just like everybody else. It's hard to believe that this system has lasted this long, but it has. Most people seem to have a blind loyalty to the world as a whole, to the concept of being a world citizen and to preserving this system of a culture that they feel comfortable in. I'm one of the few that don't. Yes, the world is a more stable and peaceful society. But at what cost? Is it ok to allow for some inequalities and injustices in order to create stability in a chaotic world?

Sometimes I wonder if there's something out there, and if there is, what kind of character must this thing have to create us and then just play with us like a puppet on a string. Orchestrating how our life's gonna turn out, telling us which way we should go, making us feel bad about emotions or actions that he created. How must it feel for him to actually own a person, to be able to do what you want with them, make them suffer, make them laugh, make them cry, make them die. Is it fun? I'd imagine it would be...like a massive videogame which gives you the control of all the characters.

This is probably completely random, but I got to thinking about it the other day and now it's kind of stuck in my head. Am I the only one who feels like kids are growing up faster than they used to? When I was growing up, which wasn't all too long ago by the way, I remember asking for things like a Mr. Frosty, or an easy bake oven, and I can't forget the times I practically begged my mom to buy me those cute, furry Winnie the Pooh stickers that everybody in school just had to have! And now I look at my younger sister's and all they ever want for Christmas are Chris Brown tickets, IPOD's, or Uggs! Seriously, where have the children gone? All I know is when I was their age I would have picked a pink covered Barbie doll with un-bendable legs or arms over a BRATZ doll anyday!