by Krymzen Hall

Created on: May 13, 2008   Last Updated: January 10, 2009

Linda Stevens got out of her molecular bed, slipped on her memory foam slippers, then replicated a cup of coffee for her and her husband, Charlie. Then she woke her children, took their breakfast orders, and went into the kitchen to replicate the food on her brand-new Replicator 3000, an anniversary gift from Charlie.

She turned on the seven-hundred inch plasma television. Anchorman Justin Blinds was giving the usual morning report.

"Thank-you for that report on the latest global warming issue from the planet Kergewor, Fran. And now on to our local Earthly news. The price of jet-fuel continues to rise in the wake of the latest oil embargo in Woeifnel. And there doesn't seem to be an end in sight."

Linda mumbled about how pathetic the world had become then she turned off the bad news. She looked out of the window from her high-rise home, above the clouds. The sun said good-morning, and Linda was grateful that they hadn't reached another record high which was set last year, 2867.

"Breakfast," she shouted to her family.

Kyley, Linda's fifteen-year-old daughter, came out wearing a SpongeBob Squarepants shirt and her brother was dressed in baggy South Pole jeans.

"What is the meaning of this?" Charlie asked.

"Oh Dad, it's alright. It's just retro week at school. We're celebrating the twenty-first, twentieth and the nineteenth centuries. Isn't that cool?" Kyley smiled.

Charlie shrugged.

"Tomorrow I'm going to dress up as a soldier from the first Civil," Raymond, Linda's seventeen-year-old son, said.

"Why the first war? We've had seven."

"Because the first Civil War displayed the most courage from our ancestors."

"And tomorrow," Kyley chimed in, "I'm going to be Madonna, back when she was on top of the charts."

"Who the hell is Madonna?" Charlie asked.

"Dad you are so lame," Raymond said.

Linda watched her family eat. She was amazed by her children's ingenuity, and was even more thankful that everyone on Earth had blended into the same race, the same color.

"I can't imagine what it must have been like to live on a planet where people were so many different colors," Linda said. "It must have been hostile on Earth for a long time."

Linda replicated a thermos of coffee and handed it to Charlie before he left for his job at the Earth's core.

"Remember to recycle the container," she said.

Linda followed Charlie to the door. She whispered, "Anymore news on the core meltdown?"

"Not yet. The most we've discovered is some drugs being smuggled out to planet Pietfed from a drug lab in the magma

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