A lot that happened didn't make any sense.

Continuity? What's that?

Realism? Well that's a given.

Reality? The lines are far more blurred than you think.

Most of the adventures that lie within in were fake...
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A young man going by the name of Dustin stared silently at several rows of cryogenic pods collecting dust. All but one had an occupant.

That is where they lay, in their fantasies. A collective fantasy virtual world painstakingly created to give all of them the lives they deserved until the ends of their mental lifespans.

"I'm sorry.. to all of you. I really am."

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with Dustin. Taking a closer look would then lead to Dustin's true state.

His entire body was little more than power armor, organs, and wires. Only his head was normal, perfectly untouched but still unable to age.

Out there in the real world, the women have won.

He knows why. He knows how.

Time travel.

Instead of conquering the world from the beginning, women of the future targeted many specific points in the past to overpower and enslave all males.

This is the true story of Female Dominance.
One that dragged many men, and women, deep underground. Into a bunker.

An unknown amount of time has passed since what would be referred to as modern day. Dustin didn't have the heart to expose the truth to them.

They were his friends, after all.

They know who they are..

He was certain of one thing. These life sustaining pods would keep them all alive for many years to come. It's honestly a shame that he won't be able to see those years, himself.

"Every day.. my body grows weaker. I can feel every creak and groan in my bones. Every whir and click is another failing mechanism that's slowly crippling me..
I'm no superman."

Dustin touches a very particular pod he was fond of. One containing his "lover." Gazing at her beautiful features, he simply sighed.

"I'm just an experiment they created. I hope they're happy with what they did to me. And.. I hope you find happiness in your life without me."

He knew he was all alone. But the least he could do was maintain the the facilities that still remained mostly operational.
Mainly, the cryogenic pods, themselves.

Truth be told, it wasn't easy to knock all of them out, one by one, and drag them into a transport to be smuggled out of sight. Especially with his armored body rapidly failing at an alarming rate..

But in the end, what's done is done.

For what may be his last time, Dustin made his way back to in front of the pods.

Then.

He began to sing...

Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and seven seas..
Everybody is looking for something...

[End Credits]

The future is uncertain..

Or is it?