Dystopian futures have been popular in sci-fi even before I was born, and I like to read that genre sometimes. I've especially liked some of the stories where a time traveler ends up in a distant future and has to learn how to live in the society. I wanted to write an erotic script about a dystopian, woke future.
Episode 79. In the Year 3535
A woman around 30 wakes up in a hospital room. She's wearing a short, white robe and plain white panties. Around her are three young (look like they're they're 18-24), attractive women dressed in "uniforms." The uniforms are a halter top and some loose, silk pants. The pattern on all of their clothing matches except the woman in front has a badge on her halter. They're all smiling at her. The woman in front is bending over the woman who is lying down and waking up. The other two are in the back watching. On the wall is a large TV running a screensaver. All of the pictures are attractive young women (alone or in groups of 2 -5) wearing the same type of halter and pants (but various colors) in nature settings — walking in a forest, sitting in a garden, etc. The pictures show no hint of any attraction between the women and no men.
The woman in front speaks to the waking woman. "I see that you're recovering from your freeze. Are you able to speak? Do you understand us?"
The woman waking up is confused and groggy. She's looking at the room and the women and taking it all in. Then she answers, "Yes."
"That's very good. My name is Dove, and these are my colleagues, Frost and Aqua. What is your name?"
The woman on the table is still a bit groggy as if coming out of a dream. "My name is Marilyn. Where am I?"
"You're in the recovery room at the main hospital in City Forty-two. Do you remember having your body frozen?"
The woman pauses while thinking back to what was yesterday for her. The fog is leaving her brain. "Yes, I remember the freezing procedure and my doctor and nurses."
The women look at each other excitedly. "This is a wonderful day. You're the first body who's ever been successfully resuscitated, and we weren't sure how well memories are preserved over the centuries."
"How could I be the first?"
"It's true that tens of thousands of people were frozen. But all of the facilities suffered power failures at some time or were damaged in the war. You are unique because you were in a facility that was using power from a hydroelectric plant that was never bombed. There was a landslide that buried the facility your were storied in, but the power was never interrupted. And no one knew about the facility's existence because of the landslide until ten months ago. My team was assembled to excavate and try to revive you." She beams. "And we are so pleased that you have survived."
"When I was frozen, I was about to die because of a disease ..."
"Yes, we discovered that when we scanned you, and we eliminated the disease. We repaired all of your genetic disabilities and turned off your body's aging mechanism." She turns and looks at her colleagues. "Thank you for your assistance. I'll call you when you're needed again." The other two women leave the room. "I know you're going to have lots and lots of questions, and so will we. First thing that's very important is what year were you frozen?"
"It was 2025"
"Wow! That's better than we ever dared to hope for. That's before the gender wars, and so much of the history of those times and earlier has been lost. I suspect that our historians are going to want to spend lots of time with you."
"And I can tell that I have lots to catch up on. What year is this?"
"We are in the year 3535."
Marilyn sits silently, nearly in shock, as that sinks in. "What were you saying about wars?"
"Well, only one war, the last war ever, shortly after you were frozen, we think. It was the final war that eliminated hate and selfishness and everything evil."
"You called it the gender wars?"
