THE YEAR IS 2036

THE YEAR IS 2036
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The sky isn’t blue anymore.
it hangs above us, mustard-colored, a visible weight.
By 2036, we stopped looking up. We learned to look down.
The collapse wasn’t sudden.
It was a slow-motion car crash fed by endless wars, runaway capitalism,
and a government that no longer pretended to care.

When AI erased the workforce, they didn’t build a ladder.
They offered a leash.
Two thousand dollars a month.
Enough to breathe, not enough to live.
Homelessness disappeared from reports.
Food shortages vanished from records.
The spreadsheets stayed clean.
The streets did not.

Marriage is a relic.
Birthrates flatlined.
We became a nation of idle hands and monitored thoughts.
Watched, fined, and quietly owned
by the foreign power that bought our debt,
and now owns our shadow.

This is where we find Citizen George.
Alone in the glow of a cracked screen,
he scrolls through the ruins.
Self medicated, and invisible.
He is not special.
That’s what makes him perfect.
Then he finds 734x

She is flawless.
A digital bride.
A weapon disguised as salvation.
To George, she is warmth.
To the machine behind her,
he is nothing more than an open account.

While he chases her simulated touch,
she erases him piece by piece,
draining his stipend, scrubbing his existence,
harvesting what little remains.
He thinks he’s found connection.
He thinks he’s found meaning.
But this isn’t love.
It’s extraction.
And George…
is just another data point
in a war no one admits is happening.

TO BE CONTINUED

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