Revolution: The New World

4 Years Ago

July 2, 2071

1700 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time)

Onboard the Space Station "Apollo," Earth's Orbit

Anna Robinson's Point of View

“Tantalizing,” I say to Li.

My ice cream cone is wonderful.

“Lick! Rapturous,” Li says after she licks her unholy mint chocolate chip ice cream cone.

“Hmph! Engrossing.”

“Hmm. Winsome. Anna Robinson, are you sure that you’re one of the chosen ones?” She unfathomably questions with a grin. “Consuming a cookies and cream ice cream cone is very unsophisticated. Everyone knows that if it’s not mint, then it’s not high-class, and if it’s not high-class, then it belongs in the trash,” she falsely pronounces with a shoulder shrug.

Li Wu, my bestest friend of all time. Asian, identical age, dyed emerald green hair in a straight back ponytail, and wearing a beautiful bright green top with a super cute picture of the endangered panda species, and a gorgeous green skirt to match. Her top has the hanzi character, “Jīngměi,” meaning exquisite, written in the center of it.

“How sagacious, Li, per contra, your presupposition is gainsaid by the brass tacks that you’re consuming the sacrilegious flavor that is, mint chocolate chip. Mint flavored ice-cream is commensurate to pineapples on pizza. Their very existence brings about a great imbalance to the universe.”

Conversing with you is always delightful and educational. The ever-so-beautiful mall on this space station never ceases to amaze me, but then again, it’s only right that we live in luxury, for we are the blessed ones. My life is a blessing, and I can never ask for anything better. This populated food court and delicious ice cream are a constant reminder of my beautiful life.

“The only imbalance in the universe is how crowded the tanning booths always are,” she says as she looks at her skin in disgust. “The lines are always too long and crowded. It makes me believe that lowly peasants have somehow snuck aboard,” she says with a smirk.

“Nonsense. The peasants are simply uneducated, dirty monsters whose only roles are to be smelly, eat, and die.”

“Just like a zombie!” We both say in unison! “HAHAHA!”

“I hear that you can’t even tell them apart, but who cares,” Li happily snickers. “They’re not human, and they serve no function to Mother Gaia. They are simply a waste of space. It’s a miracle that they haven’t all died of stupidity already, but it’s only a matter of time.”

“I concur, Li, however, I can’t help but wonder what it’s like to set foot on Earth.”

“Hmm. I imagine that it’s like going a week without a pedicure, Anna. Very ghastly,” she says with an exaggerated look of horror on her face. “Your curiosity is contagious, so let’s go sightseeing after we finish our delicacies.”

*

“If I could go anywhere on Earth, it would be to China, my parent’s homeland,” Li says as we gaze outside the large window that provides a comprehensive view of Gaia. “I wish to see an exquisite panda with my own eyes,” she says with a somber look in her eyes.

“Anything’s possible, Li. The undead may have won the battle, but not the war. There will be a day when all of the zombies are annihilated, and this unknown disease that plagues us will be cured.”

“Funny,” she says with a scoff. “We’re orbiting Mother Gaia, and yet we ignore all of the things around us. Imagine what else humanity would’ve achieved if it weren’t for the zombies. Imagine what Mars or Venus is like.”

“… or Uranus,” we say in unison. “HAHAHAHA.”

“Come now. We are no longer children, Li. We must behave like the mature adults we’ll soon be. It is our… duty to make our parents proud. And you know that we mustn’t upset our superiors. My lungs take great delight in healthy oxygen.”

“Do you think there are any cute boys on Earth?”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“There’s plenty of cute boys here, Li.”

“Shi (Yes), but I have deposited them into the inescapable friend zone, Anna, for not a single one fits my exquisite taste,” she says with a shrug.

“Because nobody likes pineapples on pizza or mint-flavored ice cream!”

“My gut tells me that there might be a peasant who does, and my motto is to always listen to my gut,” she says with a rebellious grin. “Uh oh. My gut is now telling me that I have some unpleasant business to attend to,” she says with a look of embarrassment on her face as she rubs her stomach. “I will be right back, Anna. Don’t do anything crazy until I return.”

Such an unpredictable girl.

“Stop!” A man screams out in horror.

“We didn’t do it!” His friend screams out as they get dragged away by Death Angels.

Sigh. When are people going to learn not to defy the Royals?

“Anna Robinson, please report to Gemini. Anna Robinson, please report to “Gemini,” Mrs. Kunshu says on the P.A. system.

Darn. Being late is not a good idea, but I didn’t get to say goodbye to you, Li. Sigh. There’s always tomorrow, I suppose.