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The year is 2035. It’s a pleasantly warm and breezy day. Which isn’t typical in today’s world. The greenhouse effect destroyed our ozone and caused our weather to become harsh and unpredictable. And yet today the weather is fine, for once in a long time, and there is a 20% chance of nuclear rain. I’ve decided today was the day I tell my parents about the exciting news about me and my long-term boyfriend. We were expecting.
If someone had told me 5 years ago that I would be impregnated by a person I briefly meet one day while waiting for a hover-taxi, I would have never believed them. Looking back now on how we bumped into each other, so awkwardly, makes me laugh a little, to think that I had once despised the man that I am now planning to make a future with.
The day we meet, I remember so clearly. I was outside on the taxi corner, with a stack of notes I was reviewing to present to a client on a simulation statue I had seen at the Museum, when suddenly I was hit in the head with a Hydro sphere. This creep, who was soon to become the love of my life, came strolling along the corner with the dumbest smile on his face asking if I had seen his sphere come this way. Still aching from the sting of the sphere and pissed off by the fact that he had no idea what his precious sphere had done to me; I looked him straight in the eye and kicked him right in his private area. He gagged and fell to the ground and I dropped the sphere right next to where he lie clutching his manhood. The taxi showed up at that exact moment and I left his sight without speaking even one word.
A week later I found a dozen roses on top of my office desk. My secretary said a charming man had dropped them off to apologize for the incident that occurred at the museum. There was a card with the flowers and all it said was “meet me at the Venus Flyer Trap at 8, don’t be late”. At first I didn’t know what to think. How on earth did that man find me, and did he really expect me to meet him at the night club? As fate would have it I ended up in my tightest holographic dress with my hair done and face made up nice, at 8pm I went to meet the man I kicked in the groin. He was already there with a single violet rose and had that same dumb smile on his face. I frowned and took the flower. He pulled up a seat for me and we began to talk. He explained that he was involved with a junior hydro sphere team and one of the kids hit a hard foul ball and accidentally hit me on the head. He wasn’t aware of what happened to me until a security guard at the museum who saw what happened explained who I was and why I reacted the way I did. He said he could understand why I did what I did to him and he probably would have done the same thing.
By the end of the night we laughed at how the whole event had passed and were glad we got to meet each other regardless on the situation. He asked me out every week until we decided to date and have been seeing each other since. It’s funny to think the man that caused me such a pain ended up being the best thing in my life