With complex artificial-engines, humans finally obtained the ability to program their life memories into the mechanisms of the machines, and thus they gained the keys to the lock of immortality. Dream Machines were created to be a human's companion their whole life. The purchaser buys them online from the DREAM MANUFACTURER, with four functioning models out. They look exactly like humans; the only difference in their appearance is a simple tattoo on their hip showing their Currently, the ability to record a human's memories into a Dream Machine model F00-Series is present, but is a highly controversial idea. It is considered ethically shameful, though it would lead theoretically, to immortality. Any experiments involving a human's memories and a Dream Machine is kept classified to a select group of people.

In a bustling city, a tall metal building stood at its center, its logo read in simple font DREAM MANUFACTURER, INC. Most of the lights were off at night, like now. Through one of the lit windows was a cleared hallway, and if you followed the hall it led to a set of automatic doors that then opened into a dark room. The only light in the room came from multiple computer screens sitting in a circle around a metal table that had a young man laying on it. He had long pastel blond hair and fine white skin dressed in a crisp white tunic.

The woman looked to the young man next to her after finishing entering complex commands into one of the compusters. Her face was framed by thin black glasses over her brown eyes, her dark hair barely touched her forehead as its bun held it securely, and her red painted lips stuck out from her white skin. "Are you sure you want to load these memories?" she asked with a frown, adjusting her white lab coat.

"Yeah," the young man answered, "It was my fault he died." He looked to the woman and nodded to reassure her, his brown eyes carrying his commitment. He had tan skin with short brown hair, slightly gelled to one side, and was dressed in an informal dark suit. It was almost obvious the two were related.

"Very well," the woman sighed. She hit several buttons on a console near her, then she came back to put a modified motorcycle helmet over the blond's head. She went back to the panel and hit several more buttons before she returned next to the table. She pulled a fat cord hanging from a pulley system above them, lowering it to the helmet and screwed it into an opening at the top. "This should do it, if you're sure?"

"I'm sure," he answered very firmly.

She nodded once more, returning to a computer. After she typed something on the keyboard the room went dark. After a few minutes the lights flickered back on. "Take him home with you. He should wake up soon." She said as she removed the helmet from the blond's head.

"Thanks Lydia," the man smiled at her weakly. He carefully lifted the blond into a bridal carry and left out of the room.

"What are siblings for?" she asked as the man left the room. She started turning off the computers, "Sharing secret projects like human immortality and all that, hey no problem." She glanced over to the far corner of the room at the dark blankets covering a figure. "Aw, man... I let him leave before getting this corpse over to the crematorium." She sighed, walking over to do the dirty work.