IN MY WORLD

Thinking about what to do to relax, Venus spoke all the verbal commands necessary to make the house ready for the morning, set the security, and finish all the tasks a young mother has before she settles for the night. Her mate was out of town for the night, thus she was left to amuse herself. She decided to watch a movie in bed. Softly speaking, "Movie menu" a chip dropped into the 'in' cup. Inserting the chip into the slot just above her left ear, she ran down the categories. She named a pleasant, romantic comedy. Immediately the menu chip slipped out of the slot and was replaced with the movie chip. Next she hit the start pressure point above her left ear and leaned back to relax and watch the movie in her head.

Just as she was introduced to the hero and heroine, her youngest son, an active four year old, nicknamed Flip, touched her. She touched another spot near the slot, pausing the movie and turned for his question. Mom, when you were a little girl, what did Pharma give you to sleep? She wondered how Flip could understand that Pharma didn't exist in every home to give meals, chemical balancers, weight managers, calmers, and lots of other goodies. He didn't understand that people didn't even have slots in their heads for chips. It was incomprehensible to Flip when he learned they once played games manually. How could she tell this little boy that people had to lie in bed until they fell asleep by themselves.

Flip cuddled into her lap. She put a chip in his slot, touched his 'on' point and played a historical Sesame Street Chip. In only a few minutes, just as her own movie was getting interesting, he was clearly sound asleep. She called the Kiddy Kaddy that rolled up immediately, lifted his little body and rolled off to tuck him into his bed, as she was finally left alone to finish her movie.

Feeling her body totally relaxed, unmoving, the movie chip ejected. She had fallen into a deep sleep. She missed the warmth of her husband's body in the bed and reached out for him just as the alarm of lively wake-up music was heard. What a pleasant dream I had, she thought, as she rose to get ready to take Flip to Nursery School so she could get on to work. Completely rested as one can only be when the brain pampers the body for the night, she came back to the 21st C, grimly fighting her way through traffic, watching faces more grim than her own as she, too, faced the work of the middle class, wondering if her job would last, trying to figure out how she would make the family income stretch to give them a healthy diet, good medical care, clothes on their back, and all the other necessities they could no longer afford. She thought about a machine that could do it all and, suddenly, she had a name for it. She would call it Pharma. Henceforth, whenever she became overwhelmed and too tired to struggle through the day, she thought about her home, known as the Dell, and dreamed of having a Pharma in the Dell.
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