When I first watched “The World of Tomorrow,” I fell in love with Emily Prime. This adorable little child trusted, beyond a shadow of a doubt. She genuinely wanted to share her life with this total stranger who happens to be a clone of Emily from 227 years in the future. One of my favorite moments in this short film is when Clone Emily (as I will refer to the clone in the rest of this post) talks to Child Emily about the technological advances of the future (or, it could be argued, regressions) and Child Emily just wants to show Clone Emily her pretty toy cars. “Vroom, vroom!” Too often we focus on the negative in the world. This film teaches us to appreciate the little things—every once in a while, we need to be like Child Emily, and play with our toy cars, and say what’s really on our minds.
I find it really interesting that, in this future, emotions are viewed as hassles, something that should be repressed or non-existent, and society is so obsessed with immortality that they are willing to lock their subconsciousness in a small cube that seems more like a torture device than an everlasting paradise. It even gets to the point where the end of the world is near, and it is discussed like its just another day.
It should be noted that, even though everyone knows the end of the world is coming in this futuristic society, instead of choosing to spend their final days being present with their loved ones, they choose to send their cubed-up consciousnesses into the ether. Where is the loving presence that Child Emily fosters? Where is the adventure, or fun? Clone Emily views love as a chore, not as something that is treasured. I have watched this short film several times, and I’ve made the realization that we are not too far off from the world that Clone Emily comes from. Social media and other technological innovations are starting to de-sensitize us to situations and make us apathetic towards the world and events happening in it. While we may be far off from being able to instantly watch any place or event in time like Clone Emily’s world can, we don’t seem too far off from throwing love away like it is something that can be evolved past. Being a kid again doesn’t sound that bad anymore.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some toy cars to play with.