Technology will take over…..eventually

It’s insane how today I was actually speaking about how some people will one day lose their jobs and be replaced with technology that can do the job for them, and here goes a story about the future. I did find “August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains” to be a tad bit sad, it is a story that is taking place in the future inside of a home that takes care of itself. It is the ONLY home that seemed to have survived a nuclear blast. But, it is not like any modern home, this home is completely automated and regardless of what occurred during this time, it continued to run on the schedule that it was built upon, completing all house duties on its own. Page one, paragraph 7-8, “Nine-fifteen, sang the clock, time to clean. Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were acrawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their mustached runners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. Then, like mysterious invaders, they popped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean. Ten o’clock. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles.” The part of the tiny mice cleaning after the mess that was made sort of reminds me of something you would see in a Disney movie, except that these are robotic and do not sing. It isn’t too far from what mankind has created so far as of today. There are some cleaning products that do its job on its own by the push of a button. When it states that the home stood alone in a city of ashes, it was so easy to imagine the environment and how it was left after this nuclear incident, although this may not totally relate in a way it does, after 9/11 every block in the area was covered with smoke and ash and therefore I Imagined this home surrounded by dust just as shown in photos of how lower Manhattan looked after the terrorist attack. This house was clearly so self-sustained that it survived a nuclear blast.
There was a part in this story that broke my heart where it states, “Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace. How carefully had it inquired, “Who goes there? What’s the password?” and, getting no answer from lonely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation with self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia. It quivered at each sound, the house did. If a sparrow brushed a window, the shade snapped up. The bird, startled, flew off! No, not even a bird must touch the house! The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing, attending, in choirs. But the gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly. Twelve noon. A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch. The front door recognized the dog voice and opened. The dog, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and through the house, tracking mud. Behind it whirred angry mice, angry at having to pick up mud, angry at inconvenience.” Page 2, Paragraph 12-15. The humans that lived in this home are clearly dead, it seems as though many humans are gone and what is left are animals that have been hurt and traumatized.  It’s interesting how an altar was mentioned and religion, who was going to pray if everyone is dead? I believe this was set for people to imagine the animals looking out for help from humans, just as how some humans sometimes pray to a god in time of need. In this case, religion was now “useless” since there were no longer any “gods”.  The part with the home opening its doors for the dog was very clear to imagine as well. I imagined it as what a human would do for its very own, protecting its dog from danger or just welcoming their pet back home. Even without any humans left, the home still knew its responsibility as a caretaker, not only for the people that once lived there but for the dog as well. This family dog was unfortunately injured by the nuclear blast and did not last, and yet again, the house took care of what needed to be done. At this point, I still asked myself how these animals survived and humans didn’t. Towards the end when the house begins to say a poem, “There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, if mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.” I feel as though this is a HUGE connection to how no human survived this nuclear yet, ANIMALS DID! It’s as if it’s saying that after humanity has been destroyed, nature will continue to prosper. Amazing. 

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