Journal Writing.

Friday, August 4th 2023

Today was just the same as the other days. I go to the zoo, ‘fed’ the animals, especially the
‘real’ lion being fed with lab-grown meat, I am tired of doing the same routine but there isn’t
anyone for the job.
Every time I feed the animals and the robots watch makes me wonder whether they care
about the animals in the zoo especially the father and the son’s constant visit to the zoo.
They are both robots so they have no emotions to the new changes of today’s world and
that made me sorry for this generation. The boy would ask questions and hoping that his
father had the answers to it but the father kept his conversation short with the boy. I think
that there’s a bad relationship between the father and the boy. Sometimes, I wonder where
the mother is. But I don’t dwell on it, that much. Robots are cold-hearted metal box that
didn’t bring the extinct animals instead of creating a robot lion that looks ‘real’ to their own
kinds. Moreover, I can’t do anything about it because I am just a zookeeper, probably the
last human zookeeper.
I didn’t these things seriously when I started working here until when the global news
announced that all the animals went extinct, I was heart-broken and I wish that the future
generation would have a heart for these poor souls and revive them. Ever since the
technology became more advance, less people came to the zoo and the animals that used
to stay in the zoo were replaced by mechanical version of themselves but that didn’t stop
me from working there because I have bills to pay. As years go by the climate starts to get
hotter, most of the humans didn’t survive and were replaced by robots. I hope that in the
upcoming generation have less or no ignorant attitude but a good, kind and thoughtful heart
to bring back what was lost in this planet.