“Oh man, my room looks great. Look at all these groovy posters, and the lava lamps!”
Hologram annoyed, blowing away sage smoke: “Yeah, great, you’ve flower-girled the whole place… and me. When are you growing out of this phase?”
“Never!” Sherry exclaimed. “Hey, what if we did the ‘drop acid, not bombs’ bit?”
Hologram stumbled. “But, the NPCs minds aren’t programmed to be altered. They are gonna reject it so much, you have no idea.” She stopped to process for a second. “Although… this could be fun. Alright, I’m coding acid bombs all over and gonna code it into drinking water worldwide, just to spike things up.” She winked at Sherry and grinned.
“Why are you grinning? This’ll be great! They’ll finally stop fighting and embrace love!” Sherry spinning around her room: “Code some flying dolphins in the sky and simulate aliens to join the party. I want techno playing from the sky. Also code me a rainbow ray. Gonna shoot some rainbows in the sky.”
“This is not the cool sci-fi I imagined but it’s still something. Here, go have fun.”
Sherry shot rainbows in the sky as dark techno was heard all across the planet from invisible speakers. As people got high without their consent, Sherry was getting ready for a global rave. And possibly an alien orgy. Little did she know… The NPCs were in fact not responding to the mind altering drug like she imagined.
Instead they had started going paranoid. Military bases started attacking the dolphins, and capturing the aliens, experimenting on the unsuspecting peaceful extraterrestrials who just wanted an orgy.
They started going crazy over the dark techno that’s been playing non-stop everywhere they went. Ear plug sales went over the top. The stock market consisted only of ear plug companies. Wall Street guys were too hyped up but they couldn’t hear a thing.
Paranoid NPCs started killing each other instead of passionately kissing and making love. The hippies didn’t think of that when they said “make love, not war” apparently.
Sherry watched from a distance on a screen the hologram was projecting.
“Oh the horrors. What on earth? Gave them a love drug and instead they’ve created an even more violent place? And they’re shooting themselves too? Who knew they’d go crazy.”
Hologram gave Sherry a side eye and a smug smile. “I told you.”
“Ok, we can fix this, code giant screens across the planet and get me on it. Make sure it translates whatever I say into whatever language they understand from. Oh, code me a make-alive ray, I’m bringing the dolphins back to life. We’re gonna fix this. I’m getting my Sherrytopia back.”
Hologram did what she’s been told simultaneously judging Sherry her dictator-like attitude toward her utopia. Going on side quests nobody cares about instead of focusing on her life? The audacity. But at least the hologram was having fun and Sherry had stopped talking about the polar bears she turned vegetarian who are now actually starving. There are no vegetables growing there. What was she thinking?
“People of Earth! Hear me out! The dolphins in the sky are your friends! The aliens were here to provide interspecies cultural exchange and perhaps an orgy, if everyone felt comfortable. Instead, you shot the dolphins and captured your fun-loving companions who were going to give you multiple orgasms. Look at the wonders of my make-alive ray.” Sherry shot at the dead and decaying dolphins and brought them back to life.
“I am going to reverse the effects of the mind-altering drug my hologram gave you without your consent. I can now see that I got too carried away with what hippies wanted back in the day. Apparently there were consequences, who knew. Anyhow, I ask in return as a favor that you at least embrace the dolphins and the rainbows I painted in the sky. And please stop experimenting on the aliens and release them. Maybe give alien sex a shot, have some fun, live a little. And please, just please hug it out and stop killing each other!”
A couple of days have passed and everything returned back to normal. Nobody has heard dark techno ever again. It was quiet. The addition of the free roaming aliens on the planet made it slightly more colorful. NPCs started getting into the whole idea of intergalactic orgasms, and now there’s a little more peace and love on earth. Apparently they weren’t getting any before.
Sherry sipped on her virgin cocktail victoriously in her less groovy apartment after throwing away the lava lamps.
She had outgrown her hippie phase, and the Hologram was back to wearing a white gown. Tie-dye reverse is a thing – look it up.
To be continued…
Good Feelings Club 
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