Wednesday, 9th of February 2050

Today was the last day of school as we know it. That's what our Physics teacher told us, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his dramatic tone. I wanted to tell him that there are worse places to have no electricity, like a morgue or an ice cream shop, but kept my mouth shut, wondering why the hell I decided to give school a try. Besides, he would be freaked out if he heard a seven year old talk like that.

As I walked home alone, I looked at the city around me, a city I was born in again for some reason I couldn't find. I watched the giant screens mounted on buildings change colours, the shining display windows now naked from Christmas decorations. I couldn't imagine how our lives would be the day after. Going back to a world with no electricity, I don't even remember how that was.

New York won't be the same again. Not with all its streets plunged into darkness. I hoped to be reborn in another city, in another country, away from this dying place, but the gods are mocking me. Lucky me. Once at home, I stood in the middle of the living room, every TV, every speaker, every light switched on, and waited. I had a feeling I would remember this day forever: the last day before the great power cut.