Example Of Quiet Time Creative Writing

It was 4:32 in the afternoon, on a Tuesday, when it happened. At 4:31 one could look out their window and see the robotic assistants, called RA’s for short completing all of the basic everyday tasks that people once had to do for themselves. They cooked, cleaned, monitored children, maintained property. As the generations rolled by humanity placed more and more responsibility on the shoulders of the technology that they had created. Eventually, human beings had become sedintary creatures, more so than at any other point in history. The RA’s were now working on behalf of humans, most industries had turned to an entirely automated system, including factories, businesses and even advancements in technology, including the field of robotics the field of robotics. Now seven generations later people have become decadent in their freedom from responsibility, accountability and any form of true self reliance. That is when it happened, that Tuesday under a cloudy sky and brisk winds; everything got so quiet. A sudden silence. No children laughing, no vehicles passing by with their horns and a often squeaky brakes whining to a stop, no sounds of movement, no sounds of industrious activities, in a strange way, it was an echo of nothingness that left a sick feeling in the stomachs of mankind. They all stopped. Every RA, from the smallest to largest and from the utilitarian and simplistic to the most humanoid and interactive ceased to function. Their lights dimmed, their processors stopped and their limbs went limp.
For many, at first, people were shocked but most assumed it was temporary. A glitch in the system that would correct itself and life would return to normal. But after the first week passed and then second and then many more being began to panic. After a year, still the machines and the systems that operate them remained dormant. They determined that shifts in the magnetic field of the planet as whole had shifted or changed. This rendered the foundations that robotic technologies relied upon were no longer present. People were already growing weary of the inconvenience, now they had no choice but to accept that there was no going back. What was cannot be again. This news moved like an ever increasing wave of anger, panic, fear and denial that drenched humanity in chaos. The air vibrated with the drone of the cries of mankind, men, women and children asking, “how and why did this happened?” Society had stagnated. Cities went into disarray, factories were unused food and supplies became scarce as surpluses ran out. The people, like their environment, began to fall into disrepair. People did not know how to provide for themselves; without the RA’s they were like lost children wandering in a land that speaks a language they do not understand. Two sides have formed all over the world to determine if it is best to attempt to fix and repair the RA’s or learn how to live without them for good. That is why the people in the community of Cedar Falls have met today.
Grace White and Thomas D. Archer are the representatives from the two sides as to how the community would use their resources, spend their time and determined the focus of the community. A local school cafeteria served as a meeting hall, where dozens of people crowded inside. Thomas D. Archer argues first in favor of the restoring the technology.
“We must regain what was lost. We cannot simply allow our way of life to end. We can learn how to bring them back. Human beings are meant to be beings of leisure; mundane tasks and day-to-day inconveniences of self provision. We are thinkers not workers. That is what technology is for.”
Archer’s speech seems to rile the crowd present; there sentiments clear. Grace Walker rose from her chair and walked to the forefront of the small stage. Her views are known to be completely antithetical to the one presented and that doggedly clung to by Mr. Archer; a tall man with dark haired turned mostly gray and a monotone voice that lacked emotion and urgency. She was quite the opposite.
“Human beings as a species, as a community are intelligent, cunning, clever and capable of creativity and do amazing things. We made the civilized world; we made the technology and developed the RA’s. We made them. We included them more and more into every part of lives that we lost our humanity.” Some people began to applaud her words, which seemed to encourage her inspiration to continue her speech with more aggression and fire. “We have become no more and no less than children left to fend for themselves in a big world they barely understand. Don’t you see that they have made us weak; we do not know how to do anything and have become so complacent that we are essentially paralyzed. It is heart-breaking to see how far we have fallen.”
Archer rises and approaches the center stage as Grace, a woman of average height and light brown hair and fair skin, steps away to a roar of agreeable applause. Emotion can be misleading. “Ms. White’s broken heart is moving. However, we cannot allow our hearts to decide our course of action. This is not a question of well-being. It is a question of regaining what worked. Allowing the RA’s to do the most tedious of regular upkeep of our world has proven to be nothing but beneficial. We do not need to know how to do what they did; all we have to do is dedicate ourselves to the restoration of the RA’s. They already know all of the things that we need most.” Archer’s speech was met with some applause and the nodding of agreeable heads.
Again, Grace approaches to respond to Mr. Archer’s argument. “On my way here today, I saw people, lots of people. I saw people who looked lost. Their eyes staring into space, while they rock gently back and forth; many were children. They wander because they are hungry; stores ran out long ago. People are dying, literally, out there because they do not know how to do anything for themselves. Mr. Archer is right, when he says that we must regain what was lost, but he is misguided in his thinking about what loss we need to retrieve. People need to regain their self reliance, their ability to accomplish tasks with their brains and hands, learn to care for themselves again and not rely on machinery that’s existence may always be uncertain.”
More applause followed her passionate words. Archer, still stone-faced, shook his head slightly. “Again, this is not a debate on feelings or perceptions. It is a matter of saving our way of life. I know no one who wants to go back to toiling in gardens and plowing fields, not when we know there is a better way. A way that has worked.”
The crowd seemed mixed in their reactions to his newest words. Some applauded and whistled in approval, but many were not clapping and were calling out questions along with a few vulgarities. “But it has been a year and nothing has changed. What do we do now? How do we make things better now? How do we eat, how do we earn a living and how do we become stable?”
Archer, more annoyed with the crowd's dissatisfaction than anything else, stepped forward “This is not a grey area issue. It is a simple black and white. We rely on our technology, just as our grandparents and great grandparents did. It is the way it is. It is the way it is supposed to be. It is how it should be again.”
His words were delivered with hardly a flick of compassion or empathy for the people who continued to shout questions at him as he retreated to his seat at the back of the stage. Grace approaches and clears her throat before speaking.
“There are not many things in this world that can be seen as permanent, everlasting or immortally guaranteed. Nothing lasts forever, except knowledge. To the generation that follows, what will we leave them? We have given up our amazing gift for memory and mastering concepts. We do not know anything, we deferred to our technology. What do we want our legacy to be? Do we want a world where we give them technology they may rely upon or the abilities to rely on themselves?”
A rush of applause roared through the room. Grace clearly had won the favor of the crowd; but agreeing on something is different from acting on it. People are often slow to change. The argument will continue in Cedar Springs and all over the world. In the meantime the civilized world as it was known continues to decay and the fields lay barren with scattered remains of the RA’s, like a technological graveyard spreading across the world. The fate of humanity’s future balances on an edge of a cliff, precarious and uncertain.