How do you start a story with 500 years later ?

The world in 500 years will be a world full of magic and charm. People lived on a ship bigger than a country, and the wheels of the bicycles were on fire, so they pedaled to increase the firepower, and people would drive flying saucers to work without fear of all the traffic accidents and jams. The houses built by the workers "go straight to" the universe, and those who live on the upper floors can never open the windows, breathe in the fresh air in the room, and can "fly" freely in the room.

Everyone will become extremely smart, you can use brain waves to control everything (except people) at home, you can send brain waves at work, clean the house, sweep the floor, wipe the table; The washing machine can run automatically, wash and dry the clothes, and the clothes can be dried on the balcony; You can make an appointment to make lunch or dinner, which is also convenient for students and does not have to ask parents to come back at noon to cook.

If you forget to take something when you go out, you can send brain waves, transport this item to the time shuttle, and then press the red button, and the item you want will suddenly appear next to you. At school, you just have to listen to it once. The exam lasted only 20 minutes, and the students all used the "Ladi" brand fast pen.

Every student is also a "little inventor". Each has its own gadgets, such as a Rubik's cube that doesn't need to generate brain waves and everything that doesn't emit brain waves.

The once turbulent sea is no longer vibrant, full of life. The carcasses of some fish that had not yet rotted floated above the black ocean, and the smell of death permeated the sea. The steppe is no longer vast.

The grass that had been tall and green was eroded by yellow, and lay cowardly on the ground. The wilderness is a mess. The whole earth, as far as the eye can see, is an endless wither, an endless dark brown, and an endless desolation.

The wind was blowing, and it suddenly encountered a drop of water, unpolluted but muddy water. Yes, those are human tears, tears of despair, tears of remorse.

The Earth will be different in 500 years. As long as it is on the ground, you can see the vitality of green vegetation. Eco-friendly villas coexist with trees in all cities, so why are they called eco-friendly villas?

It turns out that all the building materials of the villa are environmentally friendly. Gasoline cars entered the museum, and there were only electric cars, wind cars, and solar cars on the road. There is no factory on the earth that consumes natural and non-renewable energy, and the factory does not emit polluting exhaust gas and wastewater.

There is no more garbage, and the garbage is degraded in time. No one uses disposable chopsticks, disposable plastic boxes, etc. I hope that the earth will always be like this, and that it will not become a world full of sewage and garbage.

Five hundred years later, I lived. But life is worthless and does not attract anyone's attention. But I vaguely remember that I was confessing to her at that time, and her face suddenly turned red, but at this moment, a man knocked me unconscious, and I heard her in a trance, I have deceived so many people, father, can you please stop dissecting them.

As she spoke, she cried. But the middle-aged man said, what do you know, so that we can be rich. After that, I fainted.

I wish him happiness in my last thoughts, and may I always protect you, my dear.

Five hundred years later. The wind whistled the dry earth. The sand and dust danced wildly in the air, the plastic bags that had once swayed in the sky, the sky was gloomy, and the whole earth was shrouded in darkness.

The earth is no longer alive. A few withered, thin, thin trees, struggling to fight the bad weather. Twigs without green leaves are like a pair of feeble hands doing their last, useless struggle.

One day, 500 years later, I died at the hands of my own grandmother, and my mother was nine months pregnant that day, and because of her poor health, she asked my grandmother to watch me take a bath, and when I was halfway through the bath, my grandmother suddenly said to me, "I'm sorry, granddaughter, leave your love to your future brother, you can't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for not being a boy!" I passed out, and when I woke up, I saw my mother holding my body in tears, and I realized that I was dead.