The Android Reality--Dream #67

The first woman was perfect because Men made her that way. She was docile and subservient. She could even be called sexy. So lifelike—so human. Flawless. The prototype was put into mass production and after that, men didn’t want real women anymore. Why would man want such an imperfect creature with perfection at his fingertips—perfection that could be programmed to be anyone—to do anything.

In the decades that followed, the android’s impact on society could not be challenged. Statistics changed. Cobwebs filled maternity wards. Schools began to close. Playgrounds were vacated. The creak of an empty swing filled the wind with sadness. The laughter of children had become a haunting echo of the past.

Crimes against the android woman were on the rise. Jilted lovers filled their hearts with violence, seeking revenge against their partners’ synthetic concubines. But an android, unlike the human psyche, could be repaired. Women fell into depressive states, slinking into a shadowy existence. Women had shined once—had gained freedoms with impressive movements. But their day was gone. Man truly ruled the world.

But it only takes one voice to be heard—one thought to make change. And from the darkness a woman emerged with an idea that would change everything. She also made a prototype and put it into production—the android man. He was perfect. Women could program him to make them feel wanted again—could program him to cook and clean—to say the right things at the right moments.

And a funny thing began to happen. Men wanted women again—wanted the unpredictable and spontaneous nature. Little by little, production of android people halted until one day, great storehouses were filled with synthetic bodies, smiles forever frozen upon their faces.