Response to "All the Troubles of the World"

The short story "All the Troubles of the World" by Isaac Asimov has provided its readers a very creative and unbelievable world. In that world, a giant computer called Multivac controls the world. It has the power to predict things that are going to happen in the future such as potential crimes. Multivac has human emotions which kind of frightened me. At the end of the story, the omniscient Multivac desires nothing but to kill itself. It wants to be shut down permanently.

Why is this? I asked myself this question and the answer that came to my mind was humans had given too much pressure on it. Because Multivac has amazing abilities such as predicting imminent things, humans are starting to rely too much on it. They tend to have excessive expects on the magic computer which eventually leads Multivac to become unbearable of all the pressure.

Now here comes the question. Should there be a Multivac in our real life? In my perspective, I think Multivac is although impressive but not necessary in human's life. This is because we, as human beings should have the power to control our own lives. We should not be dominated by technologies. Moreover, if there's no Multivac in the world, everyone would rely on themselves which is much more beneficial than to rely on a machine.

Poem to Ms. Hancock

Dear Ms. Hancock,

Planted deeply in my heart,
Your beautiful smile, like a piece of art.
Time had flew since we first met,
But your grace stayed which I will never forget.
The precious time we had spent together,
Often pushes my smile to go up higher.
Your charming, deeply modulated voice,
Never fails on bringing me to rejoice.
Your special way of teaching,
Made my days more than interesting.

If asked, the greatest experience I had,
Your entrance to the English 10 class was not that bad.
If asked, the worst experience I had,
Your first lesson in the English 10 class made me sad.

Regret to what I had done,
Your response is nothing but to be gone.

If you can hear them,

Two words I must and wish to tell,
Are sorry, and thank you.

Sorry, Ms. Hancock,
And thank you, Ms. Hancock.

Sincerely

Charlotte

LETTER OF RESPONSE

November 1st, 1945

Miss Adela Strangeworth
3240 Pleasant Street
Strangeworth Town, U.S.A, V4S 2U3

Dear Citizens of the Town,

As you all know, my family, the Strangeworths, had been living in this town for three generations. I, myself, Adela Strangeworth, had not leaved this place for more than a single day in my whole life. I am familiar with everything and everyone in this town and I know that everybody who lives here gives me the same amount of respect that I give for them. I regard all of us as a family and I value each one of you. This is why I wrote those letters. I took time to write them because I care about the people in this town. I want all of you to know that I did not write the letters to make anyone feel bad. My main and only purpose is just to keep our town clean, without evil.

Perhaps some of you did not understand my aim or cannot accept the way I carried out my action. If this is the case, I do apologize. I am sorry for not thinking thoughtfully about the consequences that can be caused by my behavior. However, besides this situation, I believe there are some other people who distort my meaning of the letters and even take on actions for revenge. This morning, I woke up and found a green envelope lying on my hall floor. I picked it up, opened it, and then unfolded the sheet of green paper inside. The words in the letter seriously offended me. It said "LOOK OUT AT WHAT USED TO BE YOUR ROSES". I know that this letter is from one of you, and it can be anyone. I am not saying this to express my anger or to find who the person is so I can blame on him/her. I am telling this to you because I want you guys to understand that I had recognized my mistakes and I realized that even though my purpose of my action was positive, but the way I chose to reach my goal was wrong. I will make self-examination on my behavior and I promise that from now on I will think carefully before I act.

Therefore, I really hope to seek for resonance from each one of you. I do not want to lose your respect, and of course my respect for you too, just because of this incident. We all live in this beloved town as a community. Just like I said, we are one family. Should there be any appearances of discord in a family? I believe not so.

Sincerely,

Adela Strangeworth

Earliest Memory

( )Memory is something we all have and is essential in our lives. How can a person live without possessing any memeries from the past? Therefore, no matter how the memory stays in our mind, whether it's a piece of vague picture or it's clearly remembered, it is undoubtedly significant to us. We tend to obtain memories at a very young age and sometimes these can be the most precious ones throughout our whole lives. To me, my earliest memory which is also my most valuable one is about my grandfather. I can remember almost every moment I had spent with him because it stays in my mind like a clear crystal. However, nothing is perfect and beauty always exits with a defect. The small crystal filled with my memory is although dazzling, but easily broken.

( )Looking back at the days when I went to kindergarten, everything would still make me smile. I remember that the school started at 9'o clock, so I usually got up at 8:30, and left home at 8:50. Every morning, my grandfather would ride me by his bike. On our way to school, I would usually make a demand on what I wanted him to bring when he picked me up in the afternoon. For example, if I wanted to eat some certain snack, I would beg him to buy it and he always did no matter how far the store was. Sometimes, I would ask him to bring my little bicycle so I could ride it when I went home. At first, I thought he wouldn't even bother about my request because he already had a bike for himself so it was very inconvenient to carry another one. However, what surprised me was he tied the two bikes together by a rope and since my bike is four-wheeled so my grandfather could just ride on his bike and the smaller one would automatically follows by.




( )In my childhood memory, my grandfather was the most important person to me because he raised me up since I was born and he always supported me whenever I needed. I think he is the most kindhearted person in the world. He always had a pleasant smile on his face as if he never worries about anything. His hair is as black as ink which makes look younger. He has barely any wrinkles since he's always in a cheerful mood. His 170cm height is just the right size to be accompanied by a cute beer belly. My grandfather is the most handsome elder I've ever seen. Not just according to his appearance, but also his internal sense. He is an honest and responsible man. He never breaks his promise once it is given to others. He doesn't show his anger easily because he thinks there's always a better way to solve problems than quarrels. He's a wise man and he treats everyone with respect and care which in return gains all of our reverence towards him.

( )The joyful days did not last long. By the time I finished kindergarten, and just took my first step onto the elementary school journey, my grandfather was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctor said the tumor had been growing in his brain for a while and it was already six centimeters long. If we didn't choose to take the surgery right away, my grandpa would only have six months left in his life. The shocking news scared every one of us in my family, and no one knew what to do because there was also a certain percentage of danger in having the operation. Eventually, my grandfather made a decision for himself which was to challenge the risk of the surgery. He explained to us that he wanted to at least try his best. We all kept silence towards this decision because we all knew how hard it was for my grandpa to determine on this problem. The night before the surgery, he and I had a talk together. He promised me that he would be safe and come back as soon as possible and so I believed. That night was a struggling night. None of us had slept, all you can hear was the flipping sounds on the beds. We were all extremely worried. Especially me, I didn't understand why but I just had a feeling that my grandpa was going to break his promise for the first time ever. Two days later, I burst out my tears that filled with both relief and sorrow. I was relieved because what I thought might happen to my grandfather did not exist. I was depressed because he couldn't move or talk. The doctor who operated the surgery made a mistake and my grandfather turned into a person whose brain was the only thing that was functioning in his body. He could only hear and blink his eyes to respond to us. After he was transferred back to home from the hospital, I went beside his bed every day and talked to him. I told him that this didn't count as safe. He didn't keep his promise at all so I would be waiting until the day he truely does.





( )This piece of memory is my earliest memory; my most important memory in my life. Whenever it comes to my birthday, the first thing I thought about will be my grandfather because every birthday wishes I had since grade 1 was to have him cured. It has been nine years now, and he's getting older and older. But, I still believe he will keep his promise. So no matter how many nine years I will have to wait, I will keep on waiting, because I believed his promise.