It's a bright Sunday afternoon and Brittany Pierce was still lying on a hammock at the back of their house; the only 'natural' place left; the garden; her favorite place among other parts of their Piercsion (the latest type of McMansion). She felt comfortable and peaceful in this place doing nothing, just lying there, and appreciating the nature. It's great how the Pierce preserved a heavenly place like this in a modernized generation of year 3000 where everything was latest, electronic, instant, convenient, modernized and everything was possible.
The green grass below her, - she never dared to lay there because in just a minute she's feeling itchy already so she decided to set up a hammock herself to make it more 'natural'- the puffy clouds in the blue sky above her, and the shades of the trees shielding her skin from bright sun rays, together with the apple trees, where the hammock was tied, surrounding her, as if guarding her, was a perfect setting. Whoever would see her in this moment would have mistaken her as a fairy or a princess or a goddess with her white flowing dress that swayed along with the grass and with the strands of her natural golden hair, brushing some of her bangs away, because of the fresh wind as she napped with her eyes closed and a smile painted up on her pinkish, plump lips.
Out of nowhere, something hit her on the head.
"Ow!" She bolted up from shock and the hammock reacted with a full swing, causing Brittany to fall on the grass.
"Owwww..." she winced once again, rubbing her temple where something hit her. She looked around, searching for the thing that hit her and where it came from. Then she saw an apple not far from her. She picked it up with her left hand and leaned her right hand on the ground, helping her upper body up.
She examined the apple, tilting it to the left and right, as if it was her first time seeing an apple, and then she looked up only to be greeted by the sun rays seeping through the branches and leaves of the tree. She extended her right hand upward to protect her eyes from the sun rays. She stayed like that for a couple of seconds, just staring at nothingness, then she chuckled as she realized something.
"You guys surely know me, huh?" She was directing to the trees. She let out a small hearty laugh before her stomach growled.
She laughed even louder, her laughter echoing in the whole area along with the soft breeze. She then took a bite on the apple. She savored it, like how she savored this moment. She wanted to stay like this forever, being so childish, careless and innocent. Oh how she missed being a child again. She loved to stay in this place though it meant that she has to be alone. Maybe someday, with him, the man she would love and marry.
She enjoyed the soft wind brushing her hair, so much that she didn't notice that she had already finished the apple.
"Miss, Madame Pierce was looking for you," said a man's calm voice, but Brittany didn't even budge, she has sensed it.
An Intruder at Brittany's sacred place, Mr. Meeks, her personal chauffer and butler, working for the Pierces for thirty years now.
Though he's an intruder, it was okay with Brittany. He's an exception. She has been living with him for as long as she could remember. How could she not like this guy? He's caring, sweet, and so devoted to work that he didn't get married because of his loyalty to the Pierces. Though he's already old with his thick, round reading glasses covering his smooth blue eyes, with white hairs and creaking knee bones, she preferred this old guy than those freaking Nanny and Butler robots. He's like her second father.
"Where is she?" Now Brittany couldn't be childish anymore. She has to return to reality now, away from her lalaland.
"She's in her room, Miss," he replied. Brittany have been complaining about him calling her 'miss' but the humble guy insisted and still called her 'miss' so Brittany couldn't complain anymore.
"OK, I'll go to her in a minute." The old guy took this as a cue and left her there.
Brittany inhaled the fresh air deeply, as if it was her last breath. How much she longed for a fresh air. Outside the gate of their Piercsion were flying cars and other vehicles that released black smokes. Improvement came with a great consequence. To change the world or modernize it, they had to cut the trees and the air became polluted because of the vehicles and factory's smokes. She walked back inside their house, commanding the doors to open using her voice. The last door opened with a beeping sound, revealing a young-looking woman, looking like a carbon copy of Brittany. That was not impossible these days.
"Hi, Hon," greeted the sweet voice with a smile.
"Hi, Mom," Brittany replied in the same manner. She walked to her mom and hugged her for two certain reasons. One: she missed her mom, and two: she has to make sure that it was her real mom and not some freaking robots. It's hard to determine which was human and which was not these days, all thanks to 'EVANSNOLOGY'
Mr. Sam Evans Jr. was the current world president. He reached his peak not because of his efforts, but his grandfather's. His grandfather was the first man to land on planet Mars. One day, he was studying; he discovered some water traces on the surface of the planet, so he decided to go there with the help of his company to study it. His studies never failed him; he discovered that there was a life in planet Mars. He came back to Earth to tell the whole world the news he'd got. Because of this discovery he became the world's president. When he died his son took over his position as the world's president. Sam Evans Sr. invented a lot of things like flying cars (EvansCars) and when he died, his son, Sam Evans Jr., replaced him as the president. Sam Evans. also invented a lot of things like the Piercsion or the modern version of McMansion like the Pierce's, and still inventing. Many people believed that they inherited their grandfather's intelligence. And that's where EVANSNOLOGY originated.
"Why are you looking for me?" Brittany asked when they broke the hug.
"Honey, I have something to tell you." The tone was serious. It made Brittany nervous. Was it about their company? That she has to take over it already? No, she's not yet prepared for those, maybe the other matter?
"Go on," she replied. "Honey, you already know the details about this matter, right? I just wanna tell you... it's near."
How could she not know that matter? She grew up knowing the fact that she doesn't have control of her life, that she's destined to do what was planned for her even before she was born, that someday at the right time and at the right age she needed to take over their company since she's the first born of Christopher Pierce which happened to be the first born of Anthony Pierce, her grandfather. She lived her life being controlled like that because of one reason- all thanks to her grandfather's brilliant wish before he died way back even before she was born.
"When?" She tried to be calm as she scratched her arm. Grass. She's feeling goosebumps.
She suddenly felt that breathing was hard, fearing the worst that could happen.
The thing that she feared the most...
"Within fifteen days."
...has come.