2500, Utopian City:
A cool wind swept through the calm, quiet village, stirring up the autumn leaves on the ground. It was nearly winter now, and the weather was perfect for an early morning walk. On the sidewalks, joggers enjoyed their morning run while dogs and their owners enjoyed a game of frisbee in park. It was just the ordinary morning routine for civilisation. Birds chirped from the giant trees above the houses rhythmically. The sky was clear blue, not a single cloud in sight. The air was fresh, clean and pure. Towering over the village, the modern, luxurious and multi-billion dollar skyscrapers reminded everyone of the marvels mankind's engineering could create at its most perfect, the metropolis itself resonating with perfection. To anyone in the past century, it would've been a perfect day, too perfect. But ever since the massive advances in science and technology had caused a breakthrough almost eighty years ago, every day was a perfect day, where no war, terrorism or even crime existed anymore. The sky was always clear blue, the skyscrapers always resonating with power and wealth, the people always happy. No poverty, no hunger, no sadness. The "Perfect Age" had truly come. And it was always going to stay. Always.
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