What will a day in my life in 2050 look like?

26 December 2050,

23:30

As I woke up, I felt dizzy. I don’t remember a thing about the Christmas party at Mrs.Harbinson’s place, to be honest, the last thing I can recall is Me and Joe having a good time sipping cocktails Sam made for us, talking about our new sweet little home on Mars, for which we have already paid. Can’t wait to spend the summer there!

“Dona, your plants are thirsty” Sam reported in his loud robotic noise. So I really have to get up from my bed now, it's always the hardest task, no matter how much technology has evolved. I can’t cease the gravity of my bed, especially in the morning.

Jumping out of the bed quickly, I was so confused as I went bleary-eyed and stared into the mirror. What I see is a 3D emulation of myself. Just after I brushed my teeth, my saliva samples were analyzed.

It's the Face and body scan time, oh the results flashed in a minute. ‘Low water level, Body dehydrated and two new acnes were spotted and marked in red on my reflection’. I asked Sam to bring me water, which he did, after which I remembered my plants are also dehydrated.

“ Sam…, Nothing”, I said. I shouldn’t always bother Sam, he is cooking the breakfast for both of us, monitoring the laundry, and even feeding our dog Lilly, all at the same time. I don’t even know how to walk now, Sam is making me so lazy. I watered the plants, till the smile meter on the pots was 100%.

“ Dona, your plants are happy now!”, Sam announced from the kitchen.

I searched for my external cranial device from the bedside, we have the latest neural interfacing systems available in the market. Joe got up by then, Sam served us with French Toast and coffee, I put on the device and the news flashed in front of my eyes as I was sipping my coffee.

‘Elon Musk’s new Tesla factory in Mars’.

We both were wondering how we would take a car when we visit our Martian home, now Elon Musk came up with a solution.

As we finished having breakfast, Sam came near us cleansed our hands, and took our plates back to Kitchen.

When Joe asked Sam about the daily reminders, Sam announced: “It's 26 December 2050, it’s the birthday of Johnny’s son Andrew, the venue is his flat in Elite Grande from 6 pm.”

I thought of my wardrobe and the clothes in it, my extra-cranial device flashed all the collection of clothes I have. None seemed to impress me, I need a new designer gown, I thought. A huge collection of recent designer clothes were flaunted before my eyes. Nothing impressed me. I imagined a red flared gown decorated with pearls, the neural device created the design as per my imagination. In a second, the gown was in the manufacturing section of Classic Girls Designer Company and they promised to deliver it in 30 minutes.

As we were sitting idly on the couch, Joe suggested trying the new game he bought last day. The game was installed on the extra-cranial device, and all we have to do is “Think” of different ways to shoot each other.

As soon as we got the “dress delivered” notification, Sam went to the door, collected it, and said “ Your beautiful dress is here, Dona”, and he went to organize my wardrobe, iron Joe’s suites, vacuum our floor, mow the garden and to prepare the lunch, while I and Joe were busy killing each other.

As time went by, we both got ready, Sam helped with my makeup and made a perfect bow for Joe. Our driverless robot car came out of the garage as soon as we got out of the house, Sam waved us goodbye and went to take care of his tasks. As our car takes off silently, floating with strong magnetic effects and GPS, while the traffic on the road is being monitored by the trillions of chips hidden in the superconducting pavement.

As soon as we reached Johnny’s apartment, his robotic assistant Mark welcomed us with greetings and served us wine. Andrew loved the nanobots we gifted him, he was busy designing them into various crazy little things.

To my surprise, Johnny showed us the new wallpaper, with which he adorned the walls, the pattern and color of the wallpaper changed immediately after we make a wave and simply say “Change Theme”.

I asked Joe to buy one for our home as well.

“ Yeah, having an intelligent wallpaper is certainly more wonderful than always making Sam repaint the walls, for every party we host,” Joe said. After taking a few drinks and having a deliciously cooked dinner, we returned home.

Sam and Lilly were waiting eagerly for us. Our car had already informed Sam we were arriving and he had already turned the heater on, we took a bath and Joe went off to sleep, I sat down to write today’s diary and Sam said “ You haven’t reached your Poem writing goals this week”, as I was thinking about a poem and my Neural device was recording my poem, I got lost in thoughts about Sam.

He is so smart, he does everything for Me, Joe, and Lilly. He is aware of everything, he takes care of everything, remembers everything and unlike us he is immortal. I am ashamed of my existence now! I said to myself. But then I thought, sure he is better than me in a lot of other things, but I would like to see the day when Sam can do something original, like tell his own joke, write a poem like me, hug someone with love or clearly have its own preference in doing stuff.

Good night.

Love,

Dona