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Dream Makers

Sameer sat down on the chair and put the mask over his head. He had heard about these machines Dream Makers they were called. He closed his eyes and imagined a girl, her hair was brown and eyes were large, her lips luscious and her body curvy. He began to move in the chair with the anticipation and the technician said ‘Stay still, she is nearly ready for you.’
He heard a noise and the technician took the mask off, and said to him ‘can I have your retina identification’. Sameer put his eye close to the hand held machine the technician was holding.
She’s all ready for you, that’s all done, all I need is a name’ said the technician.
A name? Sameer hadn’t even thought of that, what was he going to call her……
Yes, he thought Pooja.
The large pod stood in front of him, it was oval shaped and blue in colour.
The door opened and there was she Pooja just as he had imagined her. ‘You can take her now Mr Rangula’ the technician said.
She came out of the pod and walked towards him and his eyes met hers but she did not talk. ‘Here is the booklet for you to take away with you Mr Rangula, if you have any problems then you can contact us’ the technician said.

Sameer opened the booklet it had on the front Dream Makers, it had a paragraph description in the first page. Thank you for collecting your All Time Companion. We hope you are satisfied with it. This product is for your All Time Companionship needs and has been governed by the President declaration of 3043.
Sameer had been told of the degree and its origins by his father when the declaration happened in 3016.
In 3016, he told him that due to the declining numbers of women on the planet in the late 3000. The government began to look at solving the problem and the remaining women were called in to donate their eggs, thousands were forced to do this and eggs were frozen as a way to maintain the human race. The remaining women were so scarce and were often hunted down for marriage as men become more dominate in figures. Men began to travel far and wide and were unable to find women. So to protect the remaining women and to ensure the continuation of mankind All Time Companions were introduced by the government.

Sameer had heard of women in electronic vices, and how they were but no pictures were available. His mother’s upbringing to him was normal and he did not see her as an All Time Companion to his father.


The booklet said to awaken your All Time Companion shake hands with it and it will automatically go on with the required memories. Your genetic structure will be picked up by the All Time Companion and they will mate with you.
Sameer was surprised at how simple the mating would be and looked at the All Time Companion, he put his hand out tentatively towards her hand and shook it.
‘Sameer how lovely to meet you, I am Pooja and I am glad that you choose me to be your companion’ she said. Sameer took a step back startled, how did she talk he couldn't understand it and it sounded just the way he had imagined her to be.
‘I didn’t mean to startle you, sorry. I am looking forward to meet your friends and your parents. You live in Kliverton Street’ she said.
Sameer didn’t know what to say, how did she know where he lived? He had seen All Time Companions before but no one knew how they worked.
She took his hand and held it and Sameer was led by her down the street. He could see others with their All Time Companions and children around him.
The government degree law had stated that all men were to mate by the age of 28, so when Sameer got the cyber call from the Dream Makers he knew he was to collect his companion.

Pooja knew where she was going and navigated her way through the streets without any trouble. She was very beautiful the way that Sameer had imagined but when he held her hand he didn’t feel anything. He was tentative about it and her confidence made him feel uncomfortable. ‘That shirt you have on will be my favourite I remember you brought it in Hirocrata Store’s’’ she said. It was the knowledge she had and the memories of his automatically recalling them, as they went on to his home that unnerved him.

They arrived at Sameer’s home and Pooja looked at him and kissed him on the cheek. She was so affectionate and when she touched him she felt real, he hadn’t even made any moves on her. He had thought he would like someone who would be that way and there was she behaving in the way he had imagined.
Sameer opened the door and his father was inside, and greeted him as he came in.
‘Wow she is beautiful, so this is your All Time Companion’ his father said nudging him on his arm and winking at him.
‘Hi, I’m Pooja, thank you for the compliment’ she said.
His father took them in and Pooja sat down and his father sat down, but Sameer didn’t feel like sitting down. He felt the booklet in his hand as he held it. It was calling out to him READ ME.
‘I remember when I collected your mother from the Dream Makers, she was just like you Pooja beautiful and I was so excited when I received the government degree’. His father said.
Sameer’s made some excuse and went upstairs and opened the booklet and read further Once you have shaken hands with your All Time Companion they will be mated with you for life and will be there for your life until you die at 80. If you are unsatisfied with the companion you can return to replace it with another model, but the government degree only allows three swaps per person. The All Time companion will automatically adapt for all your pleasures and desires and will produce your childrenas per eggs donated by the High Degree of Motherhood. We hope you enjoy your companion.

Sameer looked at the booklet and was disappointed, there was only two-pages inside in the so called booklet and he expected more.
He had heard about the High Degree of Motherhood; it was rumoured that all the remaining women that were left and being born were the ones who were donating their eggs to keep mankind from extinction. All men were permitted to produce two children and donate any off spring which were girls towards to the government.

Sameer decided to go back downstairs, he felt worried as he did not feel anything towards Pooja but feelings did not come into it as set by the government. He had to produce children as laid down by the law. His chromosomes were shown to producewomen and therefore he was chosen specifically for the programme.

On entering the living room, Sameer saw his mother sitting down and talking to Pooja and it hit him that his mother had hair that was brown and eyes that were large, and that she looked exactly the same as Pooja. Sameer was startled and shocked. He felt sick, he had imagined someone exactly the same as his mother was. He ran out of the living room and started to run down the street with his dad shouting.

Sameer ran as fast as he could and sat down at the nearest park, to catch his breath he had to return Pooja that was it. He could return her for another companion. He started to feel better.
But as he began to look around him, then it dawned on him that the All Time Companions we so similar to each other. They had slight differences but there was no uniqueness to them. Man had destroyed women and feelings that he wished he could express. What would the point in changing Pooja? It was only mean that his companion would look like someone another companion he had already seen.

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