Harmony and the Universe

She never liked the aging process. Either too slow as a child or too fast in her fifties. The forty years in between spent in a blur of life. A life that sped up as she reflected on it. Wondering if her diastolic blood pressure would kill her before the new meds eradicated her allergic reactions to life. Well, that's what she hoped for - curing the chronic rhinitis that is - rather than death by untamed hypertension.

To her, it seemed her immune system overcompensated for the very air she breathed. Maybe salt and sugar played their part, but she downplayed those characters because she enjoyed them. In all forms of sweetness, from nectarines to a large slice of chocolate cake. Nothing sickly though. She doesn't like sickly.

Not too much salt either. For starters, it wouldn't help her blood pressure. But crisps. Extra virgin olive oil and black truffle flavor crisps. To die for. If only they didn't make her face break out.

She wondered how spectacular it would be to wake up tomorrow and find herself in a world where all calories converted themselves into heat and evaporated overnight. No more disgustingly sweaty power walks up steep hills. Instead, each body is capable of a thorough internal cleansing during a full sleep mode. Eight hours of deep, restorative sleep. Filled with thoughts designed to solve personal, local, national, and worldwide issues.

While awake she would conceptualize her dreams, consult with those in her team until they formed a solid plan. Once approved, the thought would become reality. Instant nutritional meals delivered by home bots. A stand-up, head-to-toe complete cleansing of the derma with minimal water. Perfectly tailored cleansers for every skin type, identified by her own health bot.

Next, one's body experiences blow drier blasts of warm air, similar to those found in public conveniences in the good old days. Both the woman and the shower stall are clean and dry. A filter in the drain macerates all hair. None of those disgusting swamp weeds dragged out of the plughole. Ugh.

Inspired by Blade Runner, chic, yet practical clothing would appear from hidden closets, and she'd hold her arms up to be sleeved and a perfectly fitted thermal shapewear would drape and mold itself to her body. Flattening and enhancing in all the logical anatomical locations. No need for straps, wires, and scratchy fabrics. Designed to warm her or cool her down.

The last items, functional panties, and footwear. Held out by another pair of robotic arms at knee height for her to step into. She'd pull her underwear up while the arms selected an appropriate covering for her legs. Sustainable, breathable, and weatherproofed synthetic boots shaped to support arches, cushion the heels and balls of her feet. Free of bunions for decades now since advanced surgery and footwear unique to her.

As sleek as a feline in her prime. The prime of life maintained for her entire presence on the planet. Not to say she entered the world fully grown. No, no, no. Progeny formed from designer eggs and sperm, the ultimate human species grew in females who needed to carry and raise new life.

This woman longed for her own male, tailored to her whims and foibles. Considerate of her temperament and there for her when she needed a companion. Human or domestic animal, she didn't mind.

Some women would choose wild companions to challenge them. She had challenges galore and opted for a quiet life. Stress-free. With none of the old ways. Stress and anxiety disappeared. She imagined this life to resemble nirvana. With all humankind in tune with Harmony.

Nature and technology combined. Two of the most opposed states no longer compete. No longer controlled by disparate opportunistic hunters for personal gain. A complete gene repurposed to serve all society. Replaced with Harmony.

She drew upon the universe to assist with her master plan. She visualized the precise vista necessary to dissolve worry around clean water, food insecurity, climate-controlled shelter, companionship, and health - both mental and physical.

She and the universe drew compassionate leaders to the forefront. Together they rewrote the future.

They established the highest priority cases of health, poverty, homelessness. Then assigned those most in need to facilities and miracle workers to reprogram, resolve, and restore health, prosperity, and homes. The technology existed. The knowledge and skills too. Now everyone benefitted from them.

Humans could choose to re-train for functional roles, keep their current jobs (if still required by society), or experiment with skills they'd always wanted to expand but never had the time, money, or freedom to do so.

Reptiles, fish, amphibians, birds, and mammals down to microscopic organisms all worked on restoring long-lost or broken ecosystems. They knew where they had to go and when. If humans had killed off a creature vital to restoration, Harmony and the universe developed the extinct creature's essence and deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) to recreate them. Then returned these vital ecosystem elements to their habitat.

Reforestation would take priority. Orangutans would need trees to climb, to make nests in, and raise families.

The hunter destroyers; also deemed unworthy of Harmony's thoughts, underwent reprogramming and emerged as creators. She called this reverse engineering. These reversed humans delighted in terraforming dead soil into havens of fertility. Clogged oceans were cleansed and rejuvenated, teeming with vibrancy.

Human farmers tended the land and seas. Both humbled and thrilled to make up part of a whole. They preferred to follow original paths. Their routes resembling those of a newborn world. One where the new creators, no longer hungry for profit and gain at any cost, valued their roles as sustainers. Thanks to Harmony and the universe, they redesigned the ancient hunter-killer gene which morphed into destroying everything for personal gain gene and replaced it with an overwhelming desire to provide for everyone.

Old-fashioned, oil-fuelled transport fell from importance. People rediscovered physical transport, bicycles, rowboats, and good old feet. Of course, when Harmony once again took advantage of technology and presented the world with teleportation, everyone eagerly adopted it. Powered by ever-last elemental batteries, folks could type, state aloud, or telepathically state their destination and appear there in an instant. Prefaced with their numeric ID to ensure the teleporter didn't whisk people off to a place they were speaking or thinking about going to.

The joint forces of Harmony and the universe knew when plenty for all surrounds us, humans lose their fear. They create a new world for themselves. Harmony thrives in a world where everyone strives for unrestricted abundance.

Pleased with her morning's ruminations, the woman dragged her aching limbs from her snug bed and meandered to the shower room where her transformation would come into force.