Freedom of Movement
Jax stared at the ancient watercolor.
“The cars had wheels? Why?”
“They stayed on the ground.”
“But what if there were trees? Or water?”
“Well, you couldn’t drive on that part, just on the road.”
“That’s so narrow! They must have felt suffocated.”
“No, it was normal then. You don’t miss what you don’t have. Come on, time for school.”
Her dad mentally directed the house’s robotic arms to carry his limbless body to the flying car outside. Jax did the same behind him.
Soon they were soaring. Jax was glad they lived in a time with freedom of movement.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
I feel conflicted with the ideas in this story. The limbless father and daughter both mentally controlling their environment is an advantage, surely not everyone is in the same situation. I hope.
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Rochelle’s photo does have a Renoir feeling to it. It’s a nice connection how you paired them. Your imagination never sleeps David. Such a gift. 🙂
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A nicely ironic commentary on the virtue of progress
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Dear David,
Are you familiar with the song “In the Year 2525” by Zager and Evans? You might be a bit young to remember it. Your story has the same feel as the song. Here, give it a listen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKQfxi8V5FA
Well done as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I enjoyed the irony. Evolving and devolving all at the same time. Nicely done!
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David, your normalization of this futuristic scenario was a little scary. Mobility totally turned on its head. Good one.
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Thanks, Lisa. Yeah, sounds like a nightmare even with all the high-tech stuff. Still, you don’t miss it if you’ve never had it…
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