So much going on here. But this line leapt out at me “you don’t work to do work.”

Seems like a small thing, but it’s not. For almost all of human history, if you didn’t work, you didn’t eat. If you were lucky, you lived in a family, or society, that made provision for people who were old or infirm, but the expectation was that everyone who could work, did. What you did, therefore, became an integral part of who you were. It gave your life both structure and purpose.

But what would the world be like, if we could meet all of our needs as a species without the need for most members of the species to actually do anything? If we could all just live off of a stipend if we wanted?

Maybe it would be utopia, with people simply doing things that brought them joy. But maybe it would be darker, with people feeling useless, untethered. Devoid of purpose, and craving something to give their existence a simulacrum of meaning. Your story appears to be exploring some of these issues, and I’m finding it really interesting.

And, of course, Allison is “beautiful” and “hot” and “sexy.” That doesn’t hurt the story, either. ;-)