The year is 2235. It has been 150 years since the global nuclear war that nearly wiped out humanity. Parts of the earth are still uninhabited. Tangled steel structures that were once mega office buildings still litter large cities of the planet along with thousands of abandoned cars that used to run on fossil fuel. The survivors of planet earth came together to form themselves one government. Religious structures, religious gatherings, and any kind of religious displays or symbolisms are prohibited. Worship is done only in each man’s home. Jihad does not exist nor is there condemnation preached from behind pulpits. The government, known as World Net, actively promotes positive wellness through all media outlets.
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Christa is in a good mood as she drives her battery operated Leaf 200 and hums along with the “Let’s Be Cheerful” lingo that plays many times each day, courtesy of World Net. After parking the car, Christa walks to her front door and then places her hand on a computer screen for print recognition.
“Welcome, Christa. Be well.”
All homes are now built with standard remote control event programming, entertainment, and security features. The inside of every house resembles a glass palace with white smooth surfaces much like a sterile doctor’s office. Paint of any kind is deemed toxic and therefore is banned. Homeowners are encouraged to have growing walls of plants to purify the air.
Christa tosses her purse on the hallway table. Her clothes are quickly pulled off and tossed aside as she tries to unwind from a day at the office. Five minutes later, her husband, Rob, arrives home from his job as well.
“How was your day?” Christa asked as Rob tossed his wallet and sunglasses on the dresser.
“You don’t even want to know. When is dinner?”
“Don’t I even get a kiss?” Rob gives her a swift peck on the lips giving her more mustache than lips. “Well, the day just seemed to drag on forever for me today. There was an employee who was asked to resign after they had warned her repeatedly about wearing her religious jewelry and displaying her religious greeting cards. “
Rob’s facial expression is now one of annoyance as he replies, “Back in the day they use to call it freedom of speech. Or was it freedom of religion? Anyway, look what it did to the world. I really don’t want to hear about it. I just want to unwind.”
“Sweetie, do you want to sit under the Dome while I start dinner?”
“Whatever. Just shut the door behind you.”
The Dome looks like a crown with electrodes that affect certain parts of the brain. It is an invention that World Net first used on criminals. They used it to reprogram the minds of offenders, thus cutting down the prison population to almost nothing. Now it is a required use in every home in the one world regime. It gives the user a sense of peace while it also sterilizes humans from procreating unbeknownst to the average man. The World Food and Drug Administration deems the Dome to be safe for general use with little side effects. Children are created in labs for couples whose traits are most valued by World Net.
As Christa leaves the bedroom to start dinner, she glances through the window to see a hooded figure place a package in their mail box. The mystery person is gone by the time she opens the front door. She retrieves the package from the mail box. It appears to be a homemade DVD. Lucky for her, she still has an old DVD player, a relic from the days of old technology. Dinner could wait a little longer.
The DVD has in fact been made by an underground resistant group to make people aware of the true nature of World Net. In the video a spokesperson for the resistance tries to convince the viewer that mankind used to live his own life in the pursuit of happiness without government intervention. People of the world used to have as many children as they wanted. They even ate foods that they wanted even if it was bad for them. They exercised free right.
“I like my life just fine, thank you,” Christa sniffs, abhorring the very idea that the government is suppressing her rights.
Christa is so agitated that she turns the DVD player off. She opens the bedroom door to find that Rob has just had a session under the Dome. He has showered and is dressed in red silk boxer shorts. The heavy smell of cologne fills the bedroom.
“Well, hello, lovely lady. And how was your day?”
