Good Morning!

A Dystopian Journey into Dreams and Reality

“Good morning people! It's 19th April, 2072, and you're just in time for 'Good Morning with Mira'!” The holographic countdown flickered: 10... 9... 8...

Billions joined the stream, fixated on the motionless woman on a curious piece of furniture – flat, cushioned bed, unlike anything commonly seen in 2072. The holographic countdown flickered in the corner silently: 3... 2... 1...

Mira's eyes fluttered open. She blinked slowly, stretching her arms above her head with a soft groan. As if following a well-worn routine, she turned to face a small hovering camera.

"Good morning," she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, still waking up. Let me tell you about last night's dream."

Mira described a world of impossibilities – vast oceans, starry skies, and people who closed their eyes for hours at a time. Her audience, invisible but ever-present, hung on every word.

As she finished recounting her dream and ended the stream, Mira stepped out of the bedroom. "Hey, Nova," she called out to her AI assistant, "how many tuned in today?"

Nova's melodic voice filled the apartment. "Good morning, Mira. Today's 'Good Morning' stream peaked at 3.7 billion viewers, making it the top-rated show globally for the 365th consecutive day."

Mira smiled oddly, touching the faint scar behind her ear – the mark of a failed neural implant. In a world where sleep had been engineered out of humanity to boost productivity, she alone remembered how to close her eyes and see wonders. Mira poured her coffee with a familiar mix of pride and unease washing over her. How had something as simple as sleeping and dreaming become a global sensation?

She gazed out her window at the never-resting megalopolis of New Pune. Skyscrapers stretched into the smog-filled sky, their windows alive with activity even at this early hour. Hovercars zipped between buildings, carrying passengers to jobs that never paused. Her dreams were now humanity's most precious resource, a glimpse into a dimension they'd forgotten could exist. Each morning, she was a reluctant prophet, bridging the waking world and the lost realm of sleep.

As she prepared for another day in a world that never slept, Mira felt the weight of her unique burden. In twelve hours, she'd once again close her eyes, disappearing into a universe of imagination – leaving billions holding their breath, eager for her to wake and share her dreams once more.