A friend from Slacktivist writes one of the most terrifying dystopias I’ve ever read. Terrifying because this is the dystopia that some the Kochs, the Mercers and others of our billionaire overlords are working toward right now (after all, to them it’s a paradise).
Also terrifying because this is an oppressive dystopia that doesn’t even need to use the brute force tactics of a totalitarian government. No death squads, no torture chambers, no Thought Police (though there is a hell of a Memory Hole). Everyone is their own jailer.
“You’re the reporter, right?”
“Yes, Allison Stone with the Times. You’re ‘Cindy’?”
“That’s what they call me,” Cindy said. “So what do you want?”
“I just wanted to talk to you. I’m doing a story on the-“
“Discards,” Cindy said.
“I was going to say Corporate Family Adoptee Program.”
Cindy laughed. “That’s what they call it, huh?”
“The official name anyway,” Allison said.
“I’ve only heard us called ‘Discards’,” Cindy said. “Usually by people screaming at me for taking their job. Do you mind if I smoke?”
“If it makes you more comfortable.”
“I should quit. I really should,” Cindy said. She took a cigarette out of its carton, lit it, and took a long drag. “It takes up more and more of my credits every month. Vice taxes, you know. Fucking government. What do you want to know?”
“You understand what the program is?”
“Well, I lived it. But…
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