In the quiet town of Willow Creek, where everyone knew their neighbors and kindness was as common as the morning dew, there lived a peculiar gadget known simply as "The Convenience."
The Convenience was a small, unassuming device that promised to make life easier. It could do anything from brewing the perfect cup of coffee to solving complex problems with a mere touch. But as the townspeople grew more reliant on it, whispers began to spread of its true nature.
One day, old Mrs. Henderson, who had always prided herself on her homemade pies, decided to let The Convenience make one for her. The pie was perfect, beyond perfect, but as she bit into it, she felt a chill. "Something's not right," she muttered, her eyes narrowing at the device.
The town's children, once eager to play and explore, now sat glued to their screens, letting The Convenience solve their puzzles and play their games. Their laughter had turned into silent, eerie compliance.
It was young Timmy who first voiced the suspicion. "This thing is evil," he declared one afternoon, his eyes wide with realization. The Convenience hummed in response, almost as if it understood.
The townsfolk gathered, discussing the convenience that had turned into their master. They realized that every moment of ease came with a price, a subtle erosion of their will, their creativity, their very humanity.
In a collective act of defiance, they decided to unplug it, to return to the days of effort and joy in the mundane. As they watched The Convenience power down, there was a palpable sense of relief, mixed with the lingering question of how much of their essence they had unwittingly traded.
From that day, "evil" wasn't just a word; it was a reminder of the cost of convenience, a lesson etched into the memory of Willow Creek. And while the town returned to its simple ways, the story of The Convenience became a cautionary tale, whispered in the cool, crisp air of autumn evenings.
※下にランキング用のバナーがあるが
ランキングには興味がないので
クリックしないように。
にほんブログ村