Creative

Nothing was impossible. And, now, wallowing in the glory of a world that was
entirely mans creation, Maxwell could finally realise that elusive statement. The
sky was a delectable blue and the suns heat caressed his skin. The sand tickled
his thankfully bare feet, and the cool breeze enveloped his naked body. He stood
still for a while, taking note of every detail. The frivolous palms, restfully inclined,
the waves, softly licking the white beach, and the luscious green forest behind
him. Mans ideal world was one in which nature ruled. Maxwell suddenly had
realised that the suns heat had begun scorching his skin. A cloud passed over
the sun. A cool sea breeze refreshed him. He was anointed. Maxwell turned and
walked meditatively into the forest.
But soon the cloud had passed, and the ground was suddenly dappled, specked
with drops of golden sun. When man is given choice, these days, this is what he
chooses. This untouched, pristine land that is, in the eyes of the modern man, a
world that presents the sweet tang of nostalgia. His head full of thoughts,
Maxwell sat, leaning against the reassuring, smooth bark of a large gum tree. In
distance, sparrows chirped. Science deserved no place in the world, for it tainted
the minds that had treated it with such hospitality and respect. Science had
taken man through a convoluted journey of understanding, mercilessly forcing
him to the painful realisation that ignorance was bliss. Maxwell looked about.
Night had fallen. Everything was dark. And suddenly Maxwell pulled off his
headset and realised, for the hundredth time, that it was all a simulation.
He looked at the time. Twelve noon. He looked out of the window. Darkness. Well
thats what it was, if one did not count the glaring neon street lights and the
headlights of the supersonic transportation capsules. They whizzed silently by,
for they couldnt afford to make any noise (this would result in incessant sonic
booms). Man had once again been silenced by science. Maxwell looked up at the
dark sky. The blackness he saw was mans reaction to a fuel crisis, the underside
of the Solar Collection Sphere. Considered to be one of mans greatest scientific
achievements, it could harness all the solar radiation that would have otherwise
been incident on the Earth. It ensured that man had enough energy to please
himself for an (ostensible) eternity. It also ensured that no human being, since its
installation 20 years ago, could behold, in real life, the blue sky he had taken for
granted. Hence, despite his access to plentiful renewable energy resources, man
had ironically been imprisoned by technology in a world of darkness.