[ WP ] Humanity has achieved a utopia with absolutely no nasty surprises ( Such as everyone being dead or brainwashed ) . Write a story about how it came about and/or an average day in said utopia .

The Irish coffee was strong and earthy, fragrant as well; faint hints of cinnamon and musky tobacco wending through the bass notes. 
 Pigeons strutted proudly around the front of the café, rainbowed shimmers in the oiled neck feathers as they bobbed about, fat and replete with crumbs. There was no need to shoo them away, as they were always well fed an well behaved - they just enjoyed the café smells as much as Lilya did. 
 The cobbled avenue wound up the hillside, peppered with art galleries, boutique clothing shops and small homes. The tessellated bricks of the pathway was wide enough for two tram cars to pass one another as well as pedestrians. At the intersection of another street there was a circular brick mosaic depicting foaming seas and quaint fishing vessels riding the waves. 
 Further down the path, over the lightly wooded hillside, it became a road into a bustling clusters of clubs, bars and dancehouses. Neon would glare when the sun went down and beats would thump through the floors and walls of the brimming establishments. 
 In the other direction, into the valley, the markets and the dockside restaurants called to her; cuisines from all over the world, gathered into one small area where you could sample Korean or Argentinian food without walking more than a few paces. 
 Lilya had n't tired the New Zealand ceviche yet and was keen to sample the delights of that particular culture tonight. 
 As she rose from her outdoor table, she thanked the owner profusely, who also tanked her profusely for her custom, asking her for her honest opinion of his coffee. The shook hands, exchanging a few credits, then she was on her way - both of them more than content with both the social and financial transaction. 
 As she walked, a young man with designer stubble and smart-casual streetwear joined her, smiling and introducing himself as Petr. He was attractive and easy going, so when he asked her out to dinner, she accepted readily. 
 The ceviche could wait until another night. 
 His choice was Chilean cuisine, complimented by a wine she'd never tried before. They both relaxed into one another's company; touching hands and laughing like old lovers reunited. They talked about their favourite foods and drinks, the artwork they liked and owned, the places they liked to visit on the coast. 
 As the sun turned amber in the west, he nodded in the direction of the nightlife with a wicked smile. She accepted with a nod. 
 They canoodled in the street car as it rumbled up the winding hillsides, then over the crest where the coloured lights flashed and pulsed to the endless music. Laughing, they walked hand-in-hand as they exited the car, walking through the busy streets of revelers, all having a great time - either assisted by alcohol, mild drugs or nothing at all. 
 He tugged her into one of the quieter bars and they ordered fanciful cocktails, smiling as they raced to the bottom of the glass. Then the rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing and joy; their hot bodies pressing together and grinding to the bass that penetrated their flesh. 
 How they got back to her hillside loft was a blur of frenzied kissing and touching in the back of a cab, then they were in her bed, overlooking the twinkling valley. 
 The orgasms came thick and fast, leaving both of them laughing with exhaustion and delight, their naked bodies sprawled at irregular angles on her bed. 
 This was paradise, and it would be like this *forever*.
