The only great freedom that remained to most people. The freedom to buy cheap shit and to fuck. There was so much sexual intercourse in spite of declining sperm quality, more than ever before. Hobbies thought long since dead, like S&M, gained mass appeal. Everybody was sitting around tearing at their genitalia, visiting swinger clubs and dark rooms, giant sex parties in every corner of the city.

And nothing had changed in the communal life of the wonderful digitalized modern people. There were no points deducted for an exuberant sex life. Agile sexual curiosity was more or less rewarded. You could in essence fuck your way to your next bonus holiday.

Before the basic income there had been an ever-growing number of frustrated men who gathered online in incel forums. Involuntary celibates, in short: men who were unfuckable. And who do nothing other than create a worldview based on the annihilation of women. Now and then the hate posts became deeds. One of the unfuckables went out with a knife and stabbed passersby, went on a killing spree at school, or strangled a prostitute. But that was over now.

The hate suppressed using plus points that allowed you to fly to a European city. The hate that had reigned for an entire decade disappeared.

Even in the club, where, of course, surveillance cameras hung in every corner, things went down peacefully.

Like always. The brilliant night, when a miracle could have happened, ended with Hannah sitting on a toilet seat cover, music and bass from outside, feeling alone, as always.

Hannah’s scalp shows through her hair; she cuts it so short that sometimes she wounds herself with the scissors. Hannah would love to look like a Ken doll. Cast without gender attributes. She’d like to be made of plastic and invulnerable. She’d like not to be touched by Don. Hannah opens her eyes. The sky is yellow. That’ll be the new day.

On which

KAREN