Prompt: It’s the year 2118. You take your class (or your kids) to the Museum of 2018. Describe what’s in it. What feels as distant from your 2118 daily life as, perhaps, the Tenement Museum does to yours? How would it represent our time and place in history?
My museum of 2018 would be located on a spacecraft, heavily inspired by the so-bad-its-good CW show The 100.
ARC_log-cferguson646-year-1919-luna-8: Today is technically my birthday! According to the old Gregorian calendar, it is July 6, 2118. I know it's useless and futile to reflect on ancient milestones like this but I can't help reminisce about when "days" were defined by a rotation of the earth around it's axis. Since the remains of humanity fled to the stars on The Arc, we've been using an atomic clock where days have been replaced by 'lunas' - defined in metric reels of 10 hours, and 'years' - defined as 10 lunas - for the sake of base-10 computational simplicity, of course! Almost 1920 years have passed since we glassed our dear green planet in a nuclear war. Every day I'm grateful to be alive, one of the few thousand to make it on to the SS ELON LOL 7 - the US civilian space station that launched in time to escape the destruction. I am also grateful to have survived the space wars of the 800's. After the space crafts of various nations finally made peace, we successfully managed to combine our space stations into one large ring called The Arc. <arc.image> </arc.image> I am one of the <arc.dynamicLink> 1431 </arc.dynamicLink> "Earthers" that remain alive. Thanks to true collaboration between former nations, we have achieve a fully sustainable ecosystem for ourselves. Some would call it a miracle. Science and medical technology have advanced orders of magnitude faster than on earth. While life is very different out here, I have to say, I've never felt healthier. With life sustaining itself on the Arc at a rate of 97.7%, the fourth order has lifted the ban on use of resources for artistic endeavors. Modern drama, poetry, theatre, and fine arts have been flourishing for the past 18 years. To celebrate my unofficial birthday, I took my designated juniors to The Humanity Institute; a museum filled with primary sources from Earth. I have to say, compared to the museums of Earth, this museum is a piece of <<redacted by fourth order>>. Collecting items of the past was the last thing on the mind of Earthers when we were scrambling to survive. As such, the museum has only <arc.dynamicLink> 42 </arc.dynamicLink> primary sources that include items like toothbrushes, scrappy articles of clothing, polaroid pictures, and cheap jewelry. Although they had never seen items like these before, my designated juniors were unimpressed by these now-ancient items. I suppose that some things just don't change... The Institute is stuffed into a Class-D corridor on the left rig (formerly the UK space station). The primary sources are arranged in a series of vacuum tubes, suspended in air, floating and gently bouncing around their enclosures. <arc.image> </arc.image> Each item has a comprehensive FR (full reality) story attached to it; but something about it just seems too sterile. Life on earth was raw, imperfect, and passionate. Everything about the Arc is the exact opposite... Alas, enough nostalgia! My allotted writing time is over and I must take my designated juniors to their 'Understanding Modern Networks' course on the other side of the Arc. Happy birthday to me?