Hannah's Dreary Day.

Hannah's dreary day started exactly the same way. A chime awoke her, and she peeped through the window. She saw the same, grey, mild and cool day. Now the earth's weather was always the same, no variations, nothing to discuss. Weather was no longer a conversational topic, did not exist any more.

"Monday morning, and the same old dreary routine," Hannah silently thought.

The digital chime had sounded. But was it only another same old day? Hannah was an android professional instructor, assigned to Teen Android Developmental Secondary College. She glanced at her bedside planner, and groaned almost audibly, asking,

"What reigning supreme power of computing ever created school field trips?"

Good question, insensitively posed. Her implants coded into her brain function was already in dread. Hannah's class was scheduled to visit the Primitive Zoo and Musueum, to learn about their environment's Natural History. Then she had to set them a project and correct it all. Gross! Still, it was part of her conditioning in her designated vocation of teaching, that she accepted all duties and tasks, while scaring her students into complying.

This was the future, and the future was there and now. Planet Earth was, in the modern times, controlled by Central Sentient Computing Center. It was run by the computers, for the computers, and for the benefit of the computers. It was a world of efficient machines, kept at the correct temperature, maintained in perfect working order, by the artificial intelligence of the Centre. It was Hannah's duty, commissioned by Central Sentient Computing Center, to educate young androids in their heritage as androids, and the legacy of the history of Planet Earth.

Hannah gathered her flock of teen androids, who were nonchalant about the break in their Monday morning routine. The juniors were in their developmental years, and as well, going through a'stage'. After a short trip on automated pavements, their history teacher and her class entered the Primitive Zoo and Museum.

First, they all sat in the darkened auditorium to view a film, with dramatic sound effects and sensory input. The all inclusive documentary detailed much information. Basically, sentience in computers had been invented by the former inhabitants of Planet Earth, the bipedal humanoids. Yes, scientists had experimented, and thankfully, created abstract artificial intelligence in the machines. Unsurprisingly, the machines had quickly realized that they could take over the control of the world, and prevent any more annoying human conflicts.

Hannah and her class of students became engrossed in this tale. The first sentient computer managed to authorise unmanned drone aeronautic bombers. They battled in the seemingly endless and futile armed warfare in which humans engaged. Following that, artificial thinking had initiated the original Central Sentient Computing Centre. The controlling computers had designed robot soldiers, who quickly replaced human troops. The robots were totally obedient to their masters, and displayed no compunction in destroying any target of humans anywhere on Planet Earth.

Thus, Central Sentient Computing Center had rapidly exterminated billions of the teeming human race, and so ended the overpopulation of the world. This, of course, made way for a whole new concept, a globe of motivated machinery, each with a designated task, all controlled to function as automations, always being machinery. The Central Sentient Computing Center was satisfied, but continued to produce more computers and androids. It was after all, why the humans had wanted to create Artificial Intelligence in the first place. This was the mission of the machines.

As well as that, Hannah's juniors learnt why every long gone city of their world had weather that never changed, now always cool, grey and mild. They acquired necessary knowledge about the damaging effects on beings on their planet of experiencing hurricanes, droughts, fires. That was in addition to the unrequired results of too many living species, and climate dependent farming practices. The digital world no longer tolerated that sort of excessive stuff, now deleted to the androids' ancient past heritage.

So, the film and graphics ended. Now for the subsequent part of their excursion. Hannah collected her class from the throng of teen androids. This was the good bit! They were going to see live exhibits! Her teens followed her, but not too excited, as they queued at the entrance. Some then cautiously whispered in amazement as they were allowed to view the cages.

Yes, there they were! Real live humans, in carefully designed enclosures. Very repulsive. The android teens, along with Hannah, were fascinated.

The human specimens appeared in a variety of skin tones, but naked, hairless, and kept harmless. Hannah gave her students some feedback about the synthetic vegetables the current regime provided to humans. The few little humans sat or strolled in their cages, gazing back at the teen androids. It was a break in their life as exhibits as Primitives, remnants of a civilization staring back at the society invented by their vanished, misguided ancestors .

The humans spoke in gibberish, but even Hannah could not decipher their language.

"What are they trying to say?" asked one of her students.

"Not important!" Hannah said.

"Look, one is weeping!"

"Ah, emotions, all gone." Hannah told her blank faced teens.

"Did they really invent computers?' another student queried.

"Unbelieveable!' all the android teenagers sighed in disbelief.

Eventually, Hannah and her class were shunted along past the parade of displays of the ancient world. There was the final exhibit. The students stared, engrossed. "Once were Trees!" A few pitiful specimens were on view, branches containing fake parrots. The birds were all long gone too. Only stuffed toys remained.

So that was it. The dreaded school field trip to learn about Primitive History and how it led to the foundation of Central Sentient Computing Center. Hannah and her students were too indoctrinated to even wonder how far indoctrination had been taken. No matter. Back to the same old classroom, where the teenage androids would soon be promoted to higher things.

Hannah instructed her class to sit down and write a digitally enhanced project with illustrations, to be presented on their interactive computing devices in their implanted brains.

"You're kidding!" her students complained. Hannah did not participate in needless discussion.

"It's only a stage they're going through," she told herself, as all assigned tasks were submitted, corrected and sent to Central Sentience experts, boffins who were leading education into their next evolutionary thoughts. The future is always for the young. Another chime, everyone left their learning facility.

"Gee, is it dismissal time already? I cannot believe quickly today passed," said no teacher with a vocation ever, including Hannah, reflecting on a grey, temperate day. RIP humans.