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Written by: “Irene Naridza”
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----- HaRVeen -----
-- Written by “Irene Naridza”
It was a sunny day in the city. Birds chirped
among the trees in the park, where dozens of people strolled. Some alone,
others in pairs. Some chatted, while a few played in the recreational areas
scattered throughout the place.
Among those enjoying a casual walk was
Madeline. She was a university student who loved to spend her free time walking
through the city’s parks. These were quite large, filled with trees, flowered
bushes, and countless spots to sit and relax.
That day, she went out to show off her new
dress. It was sweater-like in style but with a tube skirt that reached her
thighs. Although it was sunny, it wasn’t hot, the weather was cool, so the
white tights covering her legs felt very comfortable. She wore low crimson
shoes, matching the color of her dress.
Her matching purse hung from her shoulder.
Her loose black hair swayed with the afternoon breeze. Madeline sat at one of
the park’s tables, shaded by a large umbrella.
She ordered her favorite ice cream flavor: mint chocolate chip. Her red nails stood out as she paid with a few bills. Madeline smiled at the cookie bowl filled with three scoops of creamy ice cream. She dipped her spoon into the dessert and brought it to her mouth.
A faint trace of her red lipstick was left on the spoon before she tasted it.
She closed her eyes as the sweet flavor of chocolate mixed with the intense freshness of mint, an amazing combination for her palate.
She crossed her legs before taking another bite; the soft cotton
rubbing together felt lovely. She glanced around the park. People laughing,
enjoying the day. She felt like she was in the best moment of her life.
Everything went black. The laughter faded. The warmth of the sun was replaced by a dry chill. The taste of the ice cream disappeared from her tongue. All she could see was darkness. All she could hear was the beating of her heart.
“Chuta (Damn)” muttered Armando. The batteries in the
reality headset had died. “Oh, que mala suerte, justo cuando se estaba
poniendo increíble. (Oh, come on... just when it was getting incredible)” he
said in frustration. “Como sea, compraré nuevas baterías al volver del
trabajo mañana. (Whatever, I’ll buy new
batteries after work tomorrow.)” He
placed the headset back into its box and stored it safely in his wardrobe.
He stretched a little as he walked to his
kitchen, which wasn’t far. In his compact apartment, nothing was. He opened the
cupboard and took out one of his instant noodle packets. He had to ration them;
one every two days. He cooked it with water he had collected from the river and
boiled to purify. He sat down to eat, lit only by the streetlamp outside.
Armando was an Ecuadorian immigrant. His
country had sunk into misery because the people — or at least 56% of them — kept
voting for the right, choosing to suffer rather than allowing the left to
return to power. An inexplicable phenomenon that defied all logic.
In Maglavir, he couldn’t find a better job
than working as a laborer in a ceramics factory. He spent long hours lifting
heavy objects or working near chemicals, earning the basic wage around 20,000
maygels (500 dollars). But it wasn’t all that bad.
Maglavir was still better than what his
country could ever become in its current political landscape. He could go out
and have some fun from time to time, and although the apartment was compact, it
felt cozy to him. In his country, such apartments didn’t even exist yet. There
were only plans to build them, and at a much higher price than in Maglavir.
One day, while walking through the mall
shopping for groceries, he saw a display filled with a new tech product. It was
called HaRVeen: a type of virtual reality headset, but far more
advanced. The section attendant claimed it could replay memories in a vivid and
incredibly realistic way.
Armando wanted to join the crowd rushing to
buy one, until he saw the price: 200,000 maygels (5,000 dollars). That was ten
months of his entire salary. For the next few days, he told himself it probably
wasn’t for him, until he overheard his coworkers at the factory raving about
it.
What finally convinced him was seeing the
store shelves stocked with chips that offered all kinds of experiences
featuring beautiful girls. That day, they offered a free 10-minute trial. Even
though the line took five hours, those few minutes of being a girl on a beach
day convinced him he had to buy a HaRVeen. Even if it meant living
tightly for a while.
The End
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