It's 2117. I still live in Michigan, but I've moved to Western Michigan because its a little cooler. The city is called Hope. I'm lucky. I live in one of the few areas that didn't flood during the disaster of 2032, when the last of the polar ice melted. I also survived the plagues of 2021 and 2043, although both of my legs are bionic replacements. My synthetic employee Socrates brings me breakfast from my self-sustaining roof garden. We are all more or less vegans since the hundred year world ban on killing animals was enacted in an attempt to restore some ecological balance to our world. I live in an older home that is mostly underground construction to conserve energy. We've mastered solar and fusion energy now, so building underground is uncommon today. There is hope that the world carbon scrubbers will help return our environment to a more temperate level in the next hundred years. We've done our best to sequence tree DNA of as many species as could be saved in hopes of reforesting once more land is reclaimed. There are still some native trees, but they are not found everywhere. It's funny, even though we've found a gene therapy that has stopped and reversed cell death in the brain, I still find long periods of day-dreaming to be a tell tale sign of my age. I tap my connection tab on my neck and connect to the Collective. The internet is long gone. Now if you want to communicate with others you get a brain jack and connect directly with anyone or any business. You use the connection tab on your neck to go online or offline, but nobody can connect with you unless you accept the request connection (although I've heard some hackers have been successful in a possession...a total take over a consciousness...this is completely illegal, yet a current risk of using the Collective). After I've connected with my two remaining relatives and a few old friends I tap in with the Bureau of Science to get some work done. Everyone works for the Bureau of Science no matter where you live or what you used to do. We are just a few years from launching of first interstellar colonizing modules and those of us who remain are needed to work out the logistics to colonize other planets similar to Earth. I put in my two hour shift and now it is recreation time. I touch a wall tab and the entire body of world knowledge is at my fingertips. Should I read the Illiad in the original Homeric Greek today or take a course in cybernetics? Maybe I will just take a dream journey through an ancient forest or listen to the sounds of the now extinct whale. So many possibilities.
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Had a dream last night that I had joined in with a Star Trek away team led by a very old but androgynous Dr. McCoy played by (DeForest Kelley). He had spiked blonde and brown hair. The group was attacked by shape-shifting aliens that killed everyone but the Doctor and a female archaeologist who escaped through a one way portal into a tomb or unground complex. I was killed by one of the aliens, but later found myself alive with Dr. McCoy's black poodle (who had his own webs...ite...complete with one brainy quote and many simple sentences that clearly belonged to the dog). I found myself in a home full of dead people and the McCoy's dog was leading me somewhere. Next I was trying to melt ice in a ditch which I did and then a moment later found the ice was back. I melted it with a hose and then fell through. I was climbing out when the alarm clock went off. Welcome to my Wednesday.
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