"A different world is made by different people."
In England, Europe:
The people in the corridor of the hospital gave way to a running man. He was a well- dressed gentleman and he seemed to be extremely hurry. He ran past a row of doors and continued to run upstairs. He cursed himself for not running faster. At last, he arrived at the door numbered '514'. He quickly swung the door and immediately regretted what he had done. The woman inside was still sleeping and he slowly and quietly walked and sat beside her. Before he sat, he noticed there was a bundle in the cradle. He went over the cradle and saw a baby inside. The baby seemed enjoying the blank view of the ceiling, he gently picked it up and cradled it in his arms.
"How do you do?" he asked gently.
"She's not a stranger, she's your daughter." said the woman in the bed, smiling. "What time is it, Edward?" she asked.
"Seventeen minutes past nine. Verona, she's lovely." Edward answered and sat near his wife.
"Are you going to the Observatory tonight?" Verona asked in a sleepy voice.
"No, because I have got a pair of magnitude 3 stars here." Said Edward, looking directly at his daughter's eyes. "Sweet dreams, Verona. I am staying here tonight."
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At the same time in a small town in South America:
It's around five o'clock. Outside a small hut, there was a boy sitting on the ground, murmuring something. "Dinner will be ready soon. Come back and wash your hands, Jamil." The mother inside the house yelled. "Coming!" Jamil, the little boy sitting on the ground, answered. He went into the house, washed his hands and removed the things on the table. At this time, the door opened. "Dad," Jamil ran up to the tall man appeared at the door. The tall man gently stroked the young boy's head. "Be good, eh?" he asked. Jamil nodded and said, "I saw people running into the wood today." The tall man smiled and went to wash his hands. Jamil was just six years old, and he liked to imagine things. He always managed to make up some little stories to amuse them. The thing like 'I saw people running into the wood today' was certainly not true, because Jamil only stayed in the village he lived all day long. He has never been to the wood all his life and certainly couldn't 'see people running into the wood'. "This will be better when he starts going to primary school." He thought. The dishes were carried out and put on the table. The family had dinner together.
After dinner, they watched the evening news.
"The space colonies have agreed to stop attacking the Federation Army. In return, the Federation Army agreed to stop sending interferences to the communication systems of the colonies." The news reporter said.
"What's going on?" Jamil's mother asked.
"I don't know. I don't care what the Federation does. What I care is whether I have got good lumbers to sell." his father answered in a tired voice.
"Are the trees not good enough for sale?" his wife asked anxiously.
"How do I know! What I know is that the regional government is demanding a very high tax!" the husband replied in an angry voice.
Jamil watched his father silently. He did not really understand, but his father seemed angry each time when he talked about the regional government. Suddenly, the television screen showed a place. It was an indoor place with many types of equipment inside. "This is the place we trained soldiers." A man in a nice uniform said. "I saw this place before." Jamil cried eagerly. "People shoot at other people in this room." "Jamil, don't make up some stories again. You have never seen this room before." His mother said with a rather sharp voice. "But…" Jamil tried to argue back. "No buts. Now, be a good boy and go to your room, okay?" Jamil obeyed silently. He went inside the room. He felt a little bit unhappy. His mother always didn't believe him. He has really seen the room before. There were people shooting at each other in the room and no one got killed. He did not really understand why the people did not die.
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A few days later, in England:
"Congratulations, Edward. How's the baby girl?" a man in suit shook hands with Edward. "She's fine and will be home two days later. Please come and have some tea at my home on that day." Edward answered. "What's the name of the little girl?" asked the friend. "We're still thinking over about this. You known, Verona is an Italian and so we want our girl to have an Italian name, too. But we still have plenty of time to think about it before getting the certificate of birth." Then, the two men bid each other farewell. Edward hurried to a big room, only to find there was only one person there.
"Where are the others, Dick? Aren't they coming for the lecture?" Edward asked.
"Yes, they're coming, professor." The student replied. "But they're watching the news about regional conflict in Northern Europe. You know, some students have families there."
Edward was silent, pretending to prepare the projector for the lecture. Although the sixth space war has just ended, there were still regional conflicts on Earth. Theses were probably the unsolved problems left by the fourth, no, the third space war. "I'm no historian." He lamented. Just then, some students began to go into the lecture hall. After some ten minutes, the lecture began. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to discuss ways of exploring outer space." He began, and then with a smile, "Let's begin the journey to extra terrestrial (E.T.) region." He kept on talking about the development of shuttles and the basic principle. Suddenly, one student started talking,
"Why do we always want to explore the space? It only brings conflicts and creating problems. We are the idiots who solve one problem by starting another problem." All the class was astonished and some began to whisper among themselves.
Edward let them to talk awhile, and said, "Please, ladies and gentlemen, just bear with me one or two minutes." The class began quiet. "I have no intention to change your view. But please let me do say a few words. Curiosity is a very good gift from Mother Nature. All our technological advancements were originated from curiosity and the desire to find the answer. Maybe we can't find the answer now, but I believe that finding the answer ourselves is the only way to solve problem. As all of you seemed interested in discussions now, you can use the remaining time to discuss. If you wish to ask any problems related to the previous lecture, please feel free to do so."
In England, Europe:
The people in the corridor of the hospital gave way to a running man. He was a well- dressed gentleman and he seemed to be extremely hurry. He ran past a row of doors and continued to run upstairs. He cursed himself for not running faster. At last, he arrived at the door numbered '514'. He quickly swung the door and immediately regretted what he had done. The woman inside was still sleeping and he slowly and quietly walked and sat beside her. Before he sat, he noticed there was a bundle in the cradle. He went over the cradle and saw a baby inside. The baby seemed enjoying the blank view of the ceiling, he gently picked it up and cradled it in his arms.
"How do you do?" he asked gently.
"She's not a stranger, she's your daughter." said the woman in the bed, smiling. "What time is it, Edward?" she asked.
"Seventeen minutes past nine. Verona, she's lovely." Edward answered and sat near his wife.
"Are you going to the Observatory tonight?" Verona asked in a sleepy voice.
"No, because I have got a pair of magnitude 3 stars here." Said Edward, looking directly at his daughter's eyes. "Sweet dreams, Verona. I am staying here tonight."
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At the same time in a small town in South America:
It's around five o'clock. Outside a small hut, there was a boy sitting on the ground, murmuring something. "Dinner will be ready soon. Come back and wash your hands, Jamil." The mother inside the house yelled. "Coming!" Jamil, the little boy sitting on the ground, answered. He went into the house, washed his hands and removed the things on the table. At this time, the door opened. "Dad," Jamil ran up to the tall man appeared at the door. The tall man gently stroked the young boy's head. "Be good, eh?" he asked. Jamil nodded and said, "I saw people running into the wood today." The tall man smiled and went to wash his hands. Jamil was just six years old, and he liked to imagine things. He always managed to make up some little stories to amuse them. The thing like 'I saw people running into the wood today' was certainly not true, because Jamil only stayed in the village he lived all day long. He has never been to the wood all his life and certainly couldn't 'see people running into the wood'. "This will be better when he starts going to primary school." He thought. The dishes were carried out and put on the table. The family had dinner together.
After dinner, they watched the evening news.
"The space colonies have agreed to stop attacking the Federation Army. In return, the Federation Army agreed to stop sending interferences to the communication systems of the colonies." The news reporter said.
"What's going on?" Jamil's mother asked.
"I don't know. I don't care what the Federation does. What I care is whether I have got good lumbers to sell." his father answered in a tired voice.
"Are the trees not good enough for sale?" his wife asked anxiously.
"How do I know! What I know is that the regional government is demanding a very high tax!" the husband replied in an angry voice.
Jamil watched his father silently. He did not really understand, but his father seemed angry each time when he talked about the regional government. Suddenly, the television screen showed a place. It was an indoor place with many types of equipment inside. "This is the place we trained soldiers." A man in a nice uniform said. "I saw this place before." Jamil cried eagerly. "People shoot at other people in this room." "Jamil, don't make up some stories again. You have never seen this room before." His mother said with a rather sharp voice. "But…" Jamil tried to argue back. "No buts. Now, be a good boy and go to your room, okay?" Jamil obeyed silently. He went inside the room. He felt a little bit unhappy. His mother always didn't believe him. He has really seen the room before. There were people shooting at each other in the room and no one got killed. He did not really understand why the people did not die.
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A few days later, in England:
"Congratulations, Edward. How's the baby girl?" a man in suit shook hands with Edward. "She's fine and will be home two days later. Please come and have some tea at my home on that day." Edward answered. "What's the name of the little girl?" asked the friend. "We're still thinking over about this. You known, Verona is an Italian and so we want our girl to have an Italian name, too. But we still have plenty of time to think about it before getting the certificate of birth." Then, the two men bid each other farewell. Edward hurried to a big room, only to find there was only one person there.
"Where are the others, Dick? Aren't they coming for the lecture?" Edward asked.
"Yes, they're coming, professor." The student replied. "But they're watching the news about regional conflict in Northern Europe. You know, some students have families there."
Edward was silent, pretending to prepare the projector for the lecture. Although the sixth space war has just ended, there were still regional conflicts on Earth. Theses were probably the unsolved problems left by the fourth, no, the third space war. "I'm no historian." He lamented. Just then, some students began to go into the lecture hall. After some ten minutes, the lecture began. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to discuss ways of exploring outer space." He began, and then with a smile, "Let's begin the journey to extra terrestrial (E.T.) region." He kept on talking about the development of shuttles and the basic principle. Suddenly, one student started talking,
"Why do we always want to explore the space? It only brings conflicts and creating problems. We are the idiots who solve one problem by starting another problem." All the class was astonished and some began to whisper among themselves.
Edward let them to talk awhile, and said, "Please, ladies and gentlemen, just bear with me one or two minutes." The class began quiet. "I have no intention to change your view. But please let me do say a few words. Curiosity is a very good gift from Mother Nature. All our technological advancements were originated from curiosity and the desire to find the answer. Maybe we can't find the answer now, but I believe that finding the answer ourselves is the only way to solve problem. As all of you seemed interested in discussions now, you can use the remaining time to discuss. If you wish to ask any problems related to the previous lecture, please feel free to do so."