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A Future We'd Like To See 1.49 - Tales of the Sunny City, Act I
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994)

An essay on Summer, by Benton Hunt. Chapter one. Ahem.

When it's Summer, it's always sunny and bright. Suburbia
has that seasonal filter of Depressing Autumn, Dark Winters,
Rainy Springs, and Sunny Summers. It's the season when the trees
are green, the ground dry, the heat on, the AC cranked, etc. The
long boring stretch that you get to fill with fun and excitement,
if you can find any in the burbs.

Summer in the city is enjoyable, Summer in the suburbs is
not. The 'burbs on Terra are the worst burbs of all : a thick
layer of middle-income housing with high security and plenty of
boredom. However, in the city, Summer is the period when people
can get on each others' nerves... crazy from the heat, I guess.
Lots of fun things happen in the city during Summers, not all of
which are my fault.

When you're in school three seasons of the year, you lack a
life... normal kids can get out on the weekends, but when you're
a High High student, you can kiss THAT goodbye. There's just too
much work to do. You can't go anywhere; the city, to the other
side of the burbs, ANYWHERE. School is your life.

High High is the name we've given to our school. It's one
of those prissy little paid-for educational services parents send
their kids to in hopes of getting them smarter. It works, too,
through a variety of unconventional teaching techniques... mental
training courses... smart-drugged food... shock treatment... etc.
It's not high up in altitude, it's not high in moral standards,
it's not high in drug-induced euphoria, it's high in IQ...
whether you like it or not, going there will make you a full-time
student with a brain the size of Montana.

But Summer's another matter. In Summer, you can LET your
mind ditch the busywork of school. You can put your obscenely
intellectual mind to more illegal and entertaining pursuits. You
can live life and be a proper teenage hoodlum.

I've got two other HH henchmen. One, Jody, is a computer
scientist who got rammed into that occupation by heritage. Her
dad was a computer scientist, her mom was a computer scientist,
her grandfather, her great grandmother, etc. etc. etc. on back to
days when the abacus high tech. Family tradition is an ugly
thing.

The other, Mitch, is this little psychology basket case.
Highly manipulative; he's way too good at guessing what you're