People dream about the perfect love, their one true soulmate. I've read countless stories of such things, and maybe once upon a time it did work that way. But not now, now that one person that so long ago was supposed to save you from a life of loneliness and misery was the one who would end your life. Literally.
Some time in the past, it was decided that love was the core problem plaguing the world. People loved too much, people, things, places and more. So a drug was developed, and injected into everyone that would remove such powerful emotions and create a more passive and gentle world where people could exist without the extremes of highs and lows.
However, where there is an attempt to control, there will always be rebellion against that control. And so the Dreamers were born. Dreamers can feel the gamut of emotional responses, and revel in their ability to do so. They actively seek out their soulmates and attempt to pour their emotions into them, insisting that this can create those once perfect bonds we all read about, but that has not been the case. So far every non dreamer they have attempted this with, has died a painful horrible death. Still the leader of the Dreamers is adamant that their methods are humane and for the good of all.
Today I met a woman while i was working in my part of the city. She had dropped something and i picked it up for her. She looked at me and I saw that Dreamer sparkle, "You are my one in 6 Billion." her voice just a whisper as our hands touched.
