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Valentines Day, A.D. 2111

Tom Ball

    I bought my true love a real plant, something that was seldom seen on Luna and I had to get a licence for it. And I bought her a bottle of 20-year-old whisky. New whiskies were not the same as pure whisky. And I bought her a golden breastplate which fitted her to a T. And I bought us tickets for two to go to a spa on Io, a moon of Jupiter.
    And I bought her a new air car. This latest model could reach other solar systems in a matter of days.
    And I bought her a weekly face genetic therapy to change her face every week. It just took a few minutes to change face.
    And I gave her a Supercomputer with a copy of my brain inside. So, I could be with her always.
    And I bought her dinner for two on Mars’ most upmarket restaurant. Featuring many locally designed stem cell meats.
    Meanwhile, she gave me a gift of my sperm which she had saved and put in the sperm bank. And now was ending up with several children.
    And she gave me some jigsaw puzzles featuring some of the new buildings she had designed (she was an architect). It was my first exposure to her new buildings. And I didn’t know what they looked like until I finished the puzzles.
    And she gave me a Supercomputer with her inside, so I too would be with her always.
    All in all, it was a happy day, a day for lovers who were lucky enough to hook up with a soul mate. It was known that some people had no lover, and they fell through the cracks of society.
    Such people didn’t know how to deal with new lovers. And were paralyzed into inaction.
    But on this special day, we vowed to help the downtrodden to find love. It was our raison d’etre, moving forward.
    We were essentially a matchmaking company. We knew what people wanted!

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