In Reda's perfect world:
A limo driver arrives at his front door step and 3 men run up to his door to ring the doorbell.
"Door's open!" Reda yells. The men open the door, run up the stairs and carry him on their shoulders in such a way that he's still in a sitting position. Before they take him out of his bedroom, the limo driver has brought up a cloth napkin draped over his right arm, as well as a glass (pre-filled with ice) resting on a plate in his right hand. His left hand has an open bottle of champagne imported from Napa Valley.
Reda sips his champagne and slaps the right chauffeur every time the drink spills because his left hand is carrying the glass and this is no time for equality.
When he gets to the hall, a red carpet has been strewn out and the scent of freshly-picked lavender can be smelled as flowers have been strewn over the sides of the carpet. Fountains are on either side, the paparazzi blinding you, and security has been called to check for snipers. Those fluffy, squishy, red railings separate you from the crowd asking for your autograph. Reda waves and yells, "The only autograph I'm giving is to the person I'm voting for!"
As he walks towards the entrance, two guards open either of the outward-opening doors. He is escorted to a locked elevator, which is opened by retinal scanners and after scanning his two middle fingers (which he set by flipping the bird to the security company's computer).
"Vote!" Reda proclaims. "Voice: Certified," the elevator replies. As the elevator goes down to what seems like the depth of the CN Tower, he recognizes that the voice sounds like GLaDOS.
The elevator opens up to a room with a cherry wood table, a leather rolly chair, a marble desk lamp, and one of those metal name tags you see on desks with the names engraved on them. Except it's been hand-calligraphied by a professional and it's on platinum. A Cuban cigar, lighter, and gold pen are lying beside the ballot printed with pigments that are 100% natural and non-toxic.
After puffing the last smoke in the chair, he checks off "Decline Vote". He folds up the paper and a robot automatically folds it up into a paper airplane, which is thrown (by the same robot) at a vacuum that takes it and puts it in the pile of votes.
When he gets back to the ground floor, the crowd erupts with applause. Everyone is standing up and clapping and yelling. As you walk forward, you are handed various food items, like gold leaf, caviar, and a beef hamburger from a cow that wasn't harmed during the kill, fed a diverse diet, massaged regularly, played in the national cow soccer league, and slept on a goose down-filled mattress.
As the doors are opened, streamers fill the air and a gun salute is done in your honour. A cute 6-year-old girl runs up to you and says "Tank yoo Mistah Weda foh voting today!" She gives you a diamond ring that says, "Voted 2014-06-12."