A World Unwanted

"Alright class!" exclaimed a proud voice in the front of the room, "Let's get ready for some testing." the glass screen in front of each student lit up, revealing a green, three dimensional image of some sort of hoof-worn object, popping up In front of them. The image was complex, with each bolt and screw on the object clearly visible. It looked a little bulky to be worn around somepony's hoof... Garrison gazed upon it, confused.

"A portable scanner?" Top whispered from the right of the trio "Why would they want us to disassemble a scanner? Why wouldn't it be a ship or something, like we normally get?"

"Not sure?" Rose shrugged "But at least we get a chance try something new in this class."

One of the students raised her hoof.

"Mr. Terrain?" she spoke, her voiced pitch to a questioning voice "This doesn't seem like something we'd normally do-"

"Ah yes, well as all of you know," Terrain began "These have yet to be produced, but I thought I'd give you a feel of what's to be. It's a very interesting model really, allowing you to scan even the largest objects, all with an item that fits around your hoof! It's a top-shelf model, with steel forming and-

Garrison tuned out his chatty teacher. Sometimes he couldn't stand to listen to what the stallion has to say. Realizing he was wasting time, he waved his hoof across the detailed image, paying attention to every detail of the odd machine.

Huh... that's odd, Garrison wondered If these have yet to come out... how does he know what it looks like, in perfect detail..? He pushed his hooves apart, increasing the size of the image. He then circled his hoof around, and pulled it towards him, while watching the screws release from the object. For the next ten minutes, Garrison, as well as the rest of the students, made odd hoof movements, further disassembling the mysterious object.

However, just as Garrison began to reassemble the device, his mind began to wander. The dark room began to change, the blades of green grass formed from under him, the walls and ponies began to disappear, replaced with wondrous pine trees. The lighting changed from the dim, washed out brightness, to full sunlight, as the closest star shone brightly in the sky. The cool wind pushed his floppy ears down, and his luscious mane forward. Garrison turned his head towards the cool breeze, letting his mane flow in the wind.

"Garrison." The room formed back to its original appearance. Most of the class was already about to leave. "I need you stay back so I can talk to you." Mr. Terrain ordered, displeased.

"Pfft, loser..." spoke a bulky stallion "Can't go one class without daydreaming..." He heard a lightly pitched giggling near him, as he could feel the mocking of the annoying creatures known as 'citizens.' And like that, they were all gone, leaving only Mr. Terrain and Garrison. Mr. Terrain took a seat next to Garrison, and took of his glasses. He leaned on the table and looked concerned.

"Gary, are you okay?" he asked. His eyes gave a curious positioning. He looked directly at Garrison, making the question uncomfortable. "You've been daydreaming a lot in class, and I would like to know what's going on."

"Oh, well, Mr. Terrain-" he started, hope-filled, but was quickly interrupted.

"Gary it's okay, class is over, you can call me Terrence now," said Mr. Terrain. He sounded slightly irritated, but not angry. "Now, continue properly"

"Well, Terrence..." he began again, letting out a sigh "I've been have the same reoccurring dream... and It's kind of bothering me."

"What dream would that be?" then Mr. Terrain stopped him, then quickly inquired "Wait, is it one about the 'Better World' I've heard you talk about?"

Garrison's eyes went wide "Actually, yeah it is! I've been having the same dream about the better world, I'm in a luscious field, perfectly green grass everywhere, trees surrounding me and-"

"It sounds like a very interesting dream, and It's one I want you to hold on to for as long as you live, because it's something that will motivate you to work hard in life," Mr. Terrain started. His voice sounded sympathetic but concerned. "But listen to me" he leaned in closer to Garrison, and whispered to him in a rather disturbing manner. "You must never, never never, tell anyone else about that idea, hear me?"

"What?! Why?" Garrison looked discouraged, the very thought that his teacher would be telling him to hide his dreams terrified him.

"Because the upper-class doesn't like it... they don't want anything driving them away from the New World, so they destroy everything leading to the "Better World," understand?" Mr. Terrain looked directly into the colts eyes, green matching green. Garrison began to feel sick.

Why would they destroy anything leading to a better world...? he thought. He cringed at the idea of someone destroying something that's better for the community. Are these ponies absolutely insane?

"But-"

"Never, Gary, never."

"Alright Terrence..." Both Terrence and Garrison stood up and began to exit the room. Garrison eyes were filled with fear of the state of the upper-class. He didn't understand it, why would the upper-class be so pent up on a crappy new world filled with pollution and disgusting citizens?

It just doesn't make sense. He thought to himself. He began making his way through the hallways to his next class, progressing slowly to give him enough time to think things through. There was just so many things wrong about this city. He couldn't figure out what annoyed him the most. Was it the fact that they had no trust towards the people, and restricted them to few freedoms? Was it that they were never permitted outside the city? Was it that everyone was apparently brainwashed of the concerns for public safety?

Or was it the speedy progression through a harsh future?