| Macrosoft Infinite Computer World
No sooner had I arrived at Kyoto than I concluded that I would have my dream holiday.The place was brighter than all stars of heaven put together. It was lovely beyond any singing of it and it lifted my heart with joy and wonder. Soft, caressing music was playing all over the city and I smelt the most aromatic perfumes there, as well as mouthwatering foodstuffs. Mura was overjoyed to receive me at the airport. He drove me to his house.
Reaching there, I heard different sounds of something. It clucked like a hen, quacked like a duck, chattered like a monkey, croaked like a frog, barked like a dog, bleated like a sheep, hissed like a snake, hooted like an owl, mewed like a cat, lowed like an ox, gibbered like an ape, screamed like an eagle, buzzed like a bee, cooed like a dove and neighed like a horse.
"Cheer up. This is the Macrosoft Infinite Computer. Because it uses Windows Infinite, it has infinite possibilities. The ordinary Microsoft Computer's limited and outdated. You 're in the heart of the extraordinary world," said Mura.
We entered the largest room. The computer itself was a complex machine with all the colours of the rainbow. He switched it on. I saw different words on it: Scan, Replay, Disappear, Reappear, Convert, Transform..It was a very long list of them. He entered Scan. I saw the map of the world. He entered Landmasses.Oh, it was a fantastic sight. I could see all the places in the world. He highlighted my home area. Wow! I could see the trees, the buildings, the animals, the birds and the insects.
"This is technology at its peak. We 're protecting the environment from effects of global warming and from terrorist activities. We 're anti-terrorists with the most civilized way of fighting against terrorism. We don't fight fire with fire. In trying to hit back at terrorists with bombs and guns, we may end up killing noncombatants and unwittingly become terrorists ourselves. How can we tell that this bomb blast or gunshot 'll kill only our enemies and not innocent people?"
Using the computer, Mura scanned the world again. I saw a plane flying towards Kyoto. He touched the computer here and there and said that we should go outside. Du-du-du-du-du-du. Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu. I heard an outlandish sound. It deafened my ears. Where I stood with Mura, the earth shook. I thought it would open up and swallow us. The smoke from the two-winged metallic object choked the atmosphere. Mura said that I should feel at ease.
The plane dropped some bombs. They fell down like pieces of paper--harmless. When it dropped other bombs, I witnessed a spectacular scene. The bombs approached the plane, the plane dodged them. The bombs went up; the plane came down.A few minutes later, both the plane and the bombs were out of sight. We went back to the computer to check what was appearing on it.
"Look, the plane's landed safely where it came from and the bombs 've gone back to the manufacturing industry where they 've diffused all other bombs," said Mura.
"How did all that magic happen?" I asked, my heart in my mouth.
"Before we went outside, I entered www.macrosoft.diffuse. A diffuse substance shot out of the computer pipe and was directed at the bombs at a terrific speed. Diffused, they fell down harmless as you saw them. I also entered www.macrosoft.pursue. As a result the bombs pursued the plane.Every operation you 've seen was computerized. We also manage to prevent guns from exploding," Mura said.
"What made you acquire this technology?" I asked.
"The desire to protect the environment from the effects of global warming and from terrorism. Who in his right mind can be happy about diseases, the death of innocent people, the destruction of animals, trees, fish and the land itself? The world needs special people with special technology and initiative and we are the people. Enough's enough. We were victims of the what? Was it the Mashirohi-Kisagana destruction in 1945? Moreover, we 've heard about the 9/11 attack, the gulf wars, the savage effects of climatic changes, just to mention but a few. Because we 've suffered most, we 've decided to be leaders in the fight for peace.Macrosoft Infinite Computer's our chief weapon."
I was transported with joy to get Mura's revelations and I asked him to teach me Macrosoft Infinite Computer Technology. I learnt it at a fast pace. On one occasion I detected spies in the country and masterminded a plan to ambush them. The plan came off. They were detained. On another occasion I detected terrorists in the country. I learnt that they were speaking in code. Having learnt the code, I pretended to be one of them by saying that I was the worst terrorist in the world. I faked numerous accounts of innocent people I had bombed. When the terrorists believed me, I organized a way of rounding them up. I achieved my goal with flying colours.
"The same Macrosoft Infinite Computer's helping us in space exploration. We 're making progress in the possibility of settling on Mars. The computer's helping us in dealing with atmosphere, pressure, gravity and ice on Mars, among other challenges. D'you want me to tell you a secret?"
"Yes."
"We believe that in the distant future our continent will sink into the sea as a result of natural forces. Therefore, it's not a coincidence that we 're the most active in terms of technological advancement.We suffered in the past, we are suffering now and we 'll suffer in future unless we take drastic security measures. Hopefully, when the crisis comes, we 'll have found ourselves a safe home away from the earth."
Having become a Macrosoft Infinite Computer wizard, I started an M R project. M R was a computerized football referee. He had a head, eyes, a nose, ears, a mouth, arms, hands and legs like a real human being. He could blow the whistle, hold the ball, run to the spot where a player had committed a foul, put the ball down and wave in the air, signalling where a kick or throw-in was to be directed. My aim was to have a lasting solution to the problem of the bias of human referees.
I tested M R on small matches. I could set the computer on Automatic and go to watch the match. The story of a non-human referee spread like a bomb scare in Kyoto and hit newspaper, radio and TV headlines as a milestone in the development of football refereeing standards. Eventually Macrosoft became a popular name for children born in the country at that time. I felt on top of the world because that was my own initiative. M R boosted my image. Scores of people flocked to me, each one intending to shake hands with me or to take a photo of me.
For the first time in a major football match, I used M R. The Nation of Hills and Mountains(NHM) was playing against the Nation of Four Main Islands(NFMI) in a cup final. M R held the ball, ran with it, put it at the centre of the pitch, waved at the two goalkeepers and blew the whistle to mark the beginning of the match.
The stadium which was filled to capacity roared with excitement. Spectators were absorbed in the M R who controlled the match without assistant referees. An NHM player committed a foul. Pyooo! M R blew the whistle, ran to the spot, waved to the direction where NFMI were to take a free kick. The NHM goalkeeper dived and missed the ball. Ah, it hit the upright!
The match went on. An NFMI player kicked the ball off the field. Pyooo! M R blew the whistle and signalled that it was a throw-in for NHM. NHM players headed the ball to each other. One of them brought it down, zigzagged his way through five NFMI players and took a hard shot. Pyooo! M R blew the whistle to mark the opening goal. NHM supporters went on the field and lifted both the scorer and the referee. I felt that I was lifted shoulder-high too.The match was controlled perfectly well from the beginning to the end.
My Kyoto summer holiday will always be unforgettable. It exposed me to a different world of surpassing technology. I went there as a zero but I came back as a hero.Travelling to dynamic and positive-thinking people is one of the secrets of development. I hope Macrosoft Infinite Computer Technology will be explored further and will be a huge instrument in the world's quest for peace and sustainable human development, I thought as I was flying back home.
THE END
Length: About 1500 words
Writer: Evans Simubali
Address: Pemba High School, Private Bag 1, PEMBA, ZAMBIA, CENTRAL AFRICA.
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