Dream Machines were created to be a human's companion their whole life.
The first series, the 900-Series, were found to have a potentially dangerous defect.
When they experience a high level of sorrow in their Artificial Intelligence Engine, they would completely shut down and "die". Their Memory Disc would be fried, and thus the machine would be disassembled after inspections run.
“Marlia, can you get me a glass of water?” asked a young man with dark eyes and black hair.
“Sure,” bowed a young woman with long wavy blond hair that was tied back into a pony tail. She smiled to the young man with dark hair sitting across the table from the blond as she left to the kitchen.
“Dude! Where’d you get her?” asked the blond.
The other laughed, “I haven’t told you? She’s a Dream Machine.”
The blond fell out of his chair. “WHAT?! That’s cheating!”
“No it’s not,” replied the other. “She’s lovely.”
“She’s a machine, Michael,” said the blond as he stood up. “She’s supposed to be lovely and perfect.”
“She acts very human you know,” said Michael with a smirk. “Even you didn’t notice.” The blond nodded slowly. “Wanna get one?”
“…How much are they?”
“About 50 gold.” He shrugged. “The height you choose affects it, but they usually don’t go over 100 gold.”
“That’s cheap!” the blond gawked. “You’d think they’d be more expensive?”
“Nah.” Michael waved his hand. “They were with the first series I heard. Only nine were made.”
Michael nodded. “Hey, Marlia!”
“Yes?” came the woman’s voice.
“This guy didn’t know you were a Dream Machine!”
She came back out with three cups of water, putting them onto the table. “That’s terrific!” She smiled, taking her seat next to Michael. “That must mean I’m learning to act more human better, right?”
“Yeah, you’re doing great!” Michael nodded.
“So, when’d you uh…” the blond wasn’t sure how to ask his question.
“When was I purchased?” Marlia asked, still with a smile. The blond nodded slowly. “Hm… I’d guess about four months ago?”
“That sounds about right,” Michael nodded.
The three continued to talk about the Dream Machines and how they worked. The blond was surprised to hear how human they can be and of all the things they could do.
Late in the night, the blond was getting on his coat to leave. Michael stopped him, patting his shoulder.
“Hey, Sao,” Michael said with a smile, “Why don’t you get a Dream Machine? You’re always there in your apartment with no one to talk to.”
“Least get a dog then?”
Sao looked to him, his teal eyes confused. “Well… Maybe I’ll get a Dream Machine. How do I get one?”
Michael wrote down on a piece of paper a website address. “Here. You can buy it from here. It’s full customizable, so it’ll be just what you want.”
“Kay.” Sao nodded and started to leave after taking the paper.
“What?” He stopped, turning to him from the sidewalk.
“They are like people! You have to pay attention them!”
“Got it!” Sao waved, and started on his way through the dark misty night down the road to his home.