I had a dream that all male software engineers were held in such high esteem that they became their own class that was positioned just below the richest tech billionaires, who had become the ruling class.

Elon Musk hatched a plan to get these engineers everything they needed to be comfortable and live a life of satiety. He developed what he called The Egg, which as the name suggests was an egg: a really big, high-tech, egg-shaped thing not unlike Mork’s egg on Mork and Mindy.

The engineers could spend as much time in their eggs every day as they liked. The eggs were designed for work, rest, restoration, and learning, but they were also virtual reality spaces where the engineers could create any immersive AI scenario they wanted simply by providing a verbal description of what they were interested in experiencing.

Guess what happened? The engineers did not work or rest or learn in their eggs. There was no restoration. The AI technology wasn’t used to expand on their horizons or as an expression of their imaginations.

They masturbated. That’s what they did. They made endless AI porn and went to town on themselves.

They masturbated over and over and over until all The Eggs had to be gathered up and disposed of in a mass landfill out in the West somewhere because they had become biohazards. Whole communities were redolent with the smell of ejaculate, which upset all the other classes. (Well, not the ruling class. They didn’t care. They were busy in their own souped-up versions of The Egg.)

In the dream, my husband had The Egg. Of course he did. He’s a brilliant software engineer (both in real life and in the dream). Musk loved him and personally delivered The Egg to our home, which as you can imagine was not as fun of a time for me as it was for the two of them. Musk offered to impregnate me and almost made it a requirement for giving my husband The Egg. Being menopausal saved me, though Musk said he’d try to cure menopause (?!?!), and he’d be back once he did.

Sadly, my husband was not an exception to the rule. I mean, he read some graphic novels, took a few comfy-cozy naps, and did some guided meditations. He even tried to use AI responsibly for a while. But ultimately, he succumbed and did what everyone else did inside The Egg. He defiled it from within. It had to be destroyed.

The Egg had to be destroyed, and we both had to live in the real world knowing full well what had happened in The Egg, what The Egg had brought out in him, and how The Egg had changed everything, every damn thing.