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I call myself Bad Mom because at the time I came up with it, I was learning about the assumptions we put behind our words. I was following the pattern of not believing that my kids are okay, and speaking to them from that basis. I changed that, and it made a big difference. I am from Utah and my people are still living there. My husband was in the Air Force and we rattled around until we saw Colorado, and we stuck.

Nirvanax, Part 1: May 25th, 2019
Contributed by: Lisa Arata   on 5/25/2008

I can't believe it's been five years since 5/25, the day the terrorists pulled another 9/11. We never thought they could come back and attack this country again, but they did. And this time they took out President Jones. His picture is still up all over the place here in Denver. My mother has a picture in her house. She refers to him when she talks about what a great nation this country could have been if he'd stayed with us.

Instead we got President Spears in his place, and everything is scrambled up now. We're phasing out of 'presidency' and moving into more of a 'senate' style oligarchy. Sorry, it had to happen.

You people in 2008, assuming this new technology works, and that I can talk to you--I'll never know--probably think everything is the worst it's ever been and that things can be made better. Just keep hoping. It gets you through life.

I'm putting this into my laptop and sending it through the timeweb, hoping someone will see what i have to say. There isn't much time to talk about this, and you'll find out why. In fact, I've only got five more hours. I need to talk about better things than politics.

A year ago, pharmaceutical companies came out with a new drug. I can't pronounce or remember the Latin name for it, but it goes by the name of Nirvanax. Or anyway that was the advertised name for it. Once it hit the street it got nicknamed "Nex." As in, "Find out what's Nex." They also call it "Ax."

Yes, that's right, It's a suicide drug. I bet you don't believe such a thing would be invented or even asked for. After all, there are plenty of ways to commit suicide. Kiss a gun barrel. Play Russian Roulette--a classic. OD. Hang yourself. Sleep in the garage with the car running. Put a garbage bag over your head, wrap your head up in duct tape, then as your body fights to pull the plastic away and can't, you suffocate and the struggle is over.

But that's the thing. Most people who have given up on coping don't commit suicide because it's so much trouble. Nirvanax takes care of that.

I, you must know, please, am not suicidal. I am a twenty one year old security cam monitor for President Jones' USinService Program. I help convict bad guys by providing visual proof of what they're doing. My job is not the best but my national service is going to help pay for some of my college tuition.

Oh, that's right. Was. Looks like that's no longer a part of the plan. Right now, everything is all right. I'm laughing at the way I used to worry about people and things in my life.

Even though by your 2008 terms you'd be horrified by life in Colorado as it is now, really--it's not completely awful. You thought it would be the end of the world when the whole of I-25 was lined with nothing but suburbs from the mountains to the prairies. I've read it online. You thought everything would be polluted and there would be mountains of worthless ticky-tacky everywhere.

It's not that bad. Nuclear power is "the bomb." Things are pretty clean. We don't use cars anymore. We don't have lawns. Plastic is a luxury now. And, thanks to security cams and monitors like me, we are able to keep up on the currents of antisocial behavior.

Currently we are allowing the 24th quadrant to have gang fights, as long as they keep it in their quad and don't kill anyone who isn't in gang life. It's a safety valve policy. You'd be surprised at how we're used to people ganging up to fight one another and they don't mind people dying as a way to keep score. Not my cup of java but, oh well.

And, over in the 3rd quad, the homeless are sleeping in relative peace. We just caught a looter trying to steal from them. He'll be wearing one of our ankle bracelets now.

I am just one of thousands of monitors keeping watch. Well, I was until today. Now I'm on the patio of my mother's apartment, looking down over the city. The atmosphere is cool blue. Down below and up above me, trees are lined with pale greenish-yellow buds and the blossoms are falling off of crabapple trees just like snowflakes. The presence of now and spring come as a surprise, again.

I've settled down on this overstuffed patio couch. I feel...like my spine is decompressing and every breath I take is filling my lungs with pleasant, cool air vapors. Every pore of my skin is open to the bathing of mist. My feet are almost lighter than air, even though they remain at rest upon the ottoman of my mother's porch furniture.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Amori doesn't know what's going on at all. And she thinks I don't know. I'm just going to pretend everything's fine. She'll be watching me to see how it goes. I'm so very curious to see how she acts.



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