Imagine a near-future, Ray Bradbury kinda place where we're all CRISPR'd to where we're exactly the same. We look, sound, smell, taste, and feel the same as everyone else. Somehow we figured out how to find the average of everything: height, weight, build, eye colour, hair, skin, everything, boob size, dick length (we're hermaphrodites, of course), we're all the fuckin same...
We open our eyes simultaneously at the crowing of our digital rooster. As we step onto the floor, the air lights up and the walls dissolve into a warm golden light. Fine smelling mist fills the room, warm and cleansing, followed by a rich warm air blowing in from the south, drying our glistening skin.
A light cotton smock waits folded on the dresser, beside a glass full of deep amber liquid. We drink our breakfast of carbs, lipids, and proteins, mixed with some caffeine and SSRIs then step out into the hall where we nod to our neighbour and make our way to work.
All we do, all everyone does, is consume content from the past. From 9 to 5 (some things never change) we walk on trails through varying biospheres while our subconscious floats in the Cloud. Together, using our collected thought power and mind strength, we try to understand our ancestors.
For, if we learn about the mistakes of the past, then we have a higher chance of avoiding them. And, as the voice tells us every night before bed, differences are mistakes. Iron out the differences and you'll find Heaven on Earth.
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