Essay writing, subject 3 : Imagine a day of your life in 2027

It is always a bad day's beginning when you wake up late. I had an excuse because my alarm clock did not work, but it is already the fifth blackout this month : damn private energy companies which prefer to speculate on electricity than send it to their customers...

After getting dressed quickly, I went towards my flat door and my dermal transponder did all the rest. The same happened with the elevator and my single-seater hybrid bike's canopy. Good thing to be a model employee of an healthy biotechnology multinational firm...

The commute was as smooth and fuel-economic as everyday, the GG (Glonass-Galileo) positioning system coupled to the automatic driving program running without problem. During the few needed stops, I got only one or two curious stares because people begin to be accustomed to our appearance : the last time I took public transport, just before it was dismantled years ago, brats made my life impossible by pulling sensitive part of my anatomy...

Work was as exciting as usual : long useless meetings, analysis of double-blind tests realized on our genetic therapies, annoying PR press conferences where we are put under the spotlights (I cannot stand it)... The only comforting things are that the vector viruses I am studying will do the same to the final customers than to me and broaden our community, and the fact that I have a stable work contract in the office : even Mike Wolf, the third oldest of our team, has only a middle-term renewable status.

After a long day of boring alimentary work, the only thing I wanted was a long relaxing cold shower. I cannot afford a warm one anyway, or the electricity control system will shut down. When I opened the valve, the freezing water droplets made my muzzle tickle, went through my winter fur and ran along my tail skin with delight...

Finally, it was a good day for me, the first Genetically Modified Human.

Or as we call ourselves, the first Furry.