A Day In The Life

A Day In The Life: Joe Perfect's journey through one day in the future.

Team: Zoe, Izzy, Rick and Robert

Part one: Morning (by Rick)

It's a wonderful day as joe perfect rises with the morning sun. The television, sensing that he is now awake, asks joe weather or not he would like to watch television? Joe replies "yes" and requests to watch the CNN channel. Joe watches for a few minutes as his breakfast materializes in the "breakfast maker". As he takes a few bites he notices a news flash and realizes that the President had been assassinated. White press release issue a statement confirming the event and that "we should have duplicate president within the next 24 hours" With a sigh Joe changes the channel and proceeds to get ready for work. Joe calmly states "seems like it's going to be another boring day at the office" and jumps into his flying car....

Part two: Work (by Robert)

As always, Joe woke up to get showered and brushed his teeth and get dressed.

He got out of the dormitory and headed for work. There were dozens of others who resembled him in almost every way, including appearance and behavior, but as a mark of identity to distinguish themselves from one another, they each had their individual names.

“Good morning, Joe” Mark, one of Joe’s physically identical clones who was also his manager, said.

“The overseer wants to see this morning” he said and without any thought, Joe went up the stairs to meet the overseer in his office.

“Sit down” the man said and Joe did as he was told.

“Mr. Overseer, is there something I can do for you?”

“Yes, I’ve heard you’ve been asking a lot of questions lately… and making suggestions… as to how your fellow employees can work together. How do you get such ideas?” the overseer asked.

“Well, I really want to serve the company to the best of my ability, so I wanted to come up with a way we can organize better and work more efficiently. Effectively. I hope you’ve found my suggestions useful when applied. I even-

“Yes, Joe. They’re quite interesting” the overseer said, smiling compassionately. The smile was warm and his eyes were bright, as if trying to encourage a child.

“But please, don’t worry about a thing. I want to just stick to the regular way, alright? It’s what’s best for you.”

“Yes, Mr. Overseer. I understand. I hope I didn’t step out of line” said Joe.

“Don’t worry. Just get to work alright” he said to Joe.

Joe then got up from the seat and proceeded to get to his post.

With Joe gone, the Overseer’s smile faded to a cold, serious frown. He pressed the button on the speaker on his desk.

“Security, please see to it that tonight, Joe will be…”

_

What a day!

Joe had gotten back to the regular routine as set forth by the company as the overseer told him to.

He got back to his room to sleep for the next, exciting day at work.

Sometime later…

Almost suddenly, Joe woke up from his sleep as the sound of the door forced open and two guards dressed in black armor from head to toe, their faces covered by masks. One rushed to grab and restrain him, while the other took out a gun with a silencer and pointed it to his forehead.

“The overseer sends his regards…” the guard in black said.

_

Mark wondered why the next day, he didn’t see Joe at his post, but instead, a replacement. He looked exactly like Joe, but still, he knew it still wasn’t him. Those little features on his face, the way he walked, even talked. It wasn’t the same.

Oh well, he wouldn’t get very far thinking about negligible matter.

Now back to work.

Robert, email me your part!

Part three: Free time (by Izzy)

At work, he overheard his boss talking about getting married with his group employees. He goes over and congratulates his boss.
“Hey Terrance, I overheard that you were getting married,” he said.
“Yeah I am and I’m pretty excited,” said Terrance.
“I can tell! Well then congratulations on your proposal.”
Terrance looked up and thanked him. Joe went back to his desk and thought about his boss for a second. “Man,” he thought, “Getting married. I wonder how it feels to share your life with that special someone.” Well, luckily it was time to go home. On the way out, Terrance stopped him.
“Joe, one last thing!” Joe stopped and looked around. He saw Terrance running to him from his office. “Here’s your invitation, I hope that you can come.” He was pretty excited to see Terrance happiness. “Thanks, and I’ll make sure to bring a date,” he said. He chuckled. “Sure you will, but you better come to my bachelor’s party. Maybe I’ll help you find someone.”
Joe looked concerned. He took a long paused and then randomly asked, “Terrance, how those it feel to share your life with your special someone?” Terrance looked around and took him to the side of the elevator.
“When you find the right one, you will know,” then he laughed. “But that takes too much time and knowing you, guess that you might not want to go through all that. But since you are looking for a date, I have the perfect place for you.”
Joe thought for a second. “Oh really, I didn’t even know that was possible. But knowing how things go nowadays, anything is possible. And to tell you the truth, I will love that. It will make my life so much easier than it already is. I just can’t believe that I’m almost 33 and I have never thought about someone else until now. So anyways, how you heard about that?”
“Luckily my cousin went to this place called ‘the mating zone’ and they will do all the work for you in less time then you think. Go check it out and tell me the result. Maybe you can bring that lucky lady to my wedding and who knows,” he chuckled again. “Well got to go, my future wife is waiting for me. Talk to you later, bye.”

Joe thanked him again and went to get his back to get his jacket. Thinking, he said to himself, “He looks so happy, let me try it out. I hope to get the same luck!”



Part four: Home (by Zoe)

Joe is comforted by the familiar sounds of his feet padding against the soft carpet of his buildings hallway. He approaches the door to his unit, opens his eyes wide so the retinal scanner can get a close look at his identity, and he enters his apartment. Walking into his living room is like entering a hermetically sealed chamber: all offending scents and trinkets have been squared away, and his senses are bombarded on every side with the hollow, empty smell of cleanliness. Joe walks to the kitchen and empties a can of protein into a bowl. He will eat it, his feet up on the coffee table, watching the television. The new President's inaugural parade is on, and Joe's eye lids begin to get heavy as he watches her smile and wave from her bulletproof hover vehicle. Her glistening teeth are bared, her mouth stretched back over them like too many marbles stuffed in a latex glove. The TV switches off, interpreting Joe's slowed heart rate as a sign he has fallen asleep, and Joe decides to go to bed. He stands in the shower before he goes, the vitamin and hygienically enhanced water lulling him into a deep sense of comfort. He goes to his bed, pulls on pajamas and climbs in. For several hours he'll lay there, unable to sleep. Joe's insomnia is unusual, but easily fixable. He doesn't tell his doctor about it partially because he doesn't know what his doctor would say or do, but also because Joe likes lying in bed knowing that all around him, his neighbors and their children and their pets are sleeping peacefully, except himself. It is the only time in his whole day where he can be quietly, blissfully, unextraordinarily different. Joe lies in the dark and relishes this feeling.

THE END.