Enslaved

I will become a unit of production. I must turn myself into a valuable asset to society by working hard. There are obvious, tangible benefits to be derived from excellent work, but as a nobody I have to work extra hard to earn them. Although obvious, these benefits are few and only available to a selected few.

What happens if I work too hard? Will any organization take care of me? Who will bother?

I will be covered by a shield. Paid for by my own monthly contributions. Will it be enough? I think it can't protect me against the formidable viruses, with blood suckers as their accomplice. I will be left to the wastes if I fail to work further, so I must dodge ahead regardless of rewards nor sacrifices.

All is not lost yet. We have the slave union to fight for our rights, even though the union is always preoccupied with its other operations, such as slave insurance, gigantic supermarts and river taxis. Perhaps it can still be counted upon when real trouble brews.

My livelihood is a whip. Tormented souls are my neighbours.