After an unexpected break (not sure what happened there, the week entirely passed me by), we're back for a Sunday evening dystopian tale.
She had only £10 left. £10 of real money before she had to apply for government provided Tokens. She didn’t quite know what to do with it.
When the mint had stopped printing and the Tokens were announced she had stared at her meagre bank account and worried how long she could live before every penny she spent would be monitored.
Like everyone she had immediately withdrawn her entire balance and stashed it around the house, budgeting it out to last as long as possible. And months later she had finally reached the end of it.
The rumour was that the mint still printed for the very rich, that they paid lavishly with mountains of coins, just for the fun of it. They made the workers count out each penny, proving their worth and laughing at the meagre Tokens they offered in the wage packet.
Soon she would be stuck with those Tokens too, every single transaction watched closely, no longer free to spend as she wished. The country was in masses of debt, Tokens can only be used for essential items. Luxuries no longer allowed while the Government was watching your every move. Tokens were for the people’s survival
She wasn’t sure she even believed them.
She stared at her last £10 note and pondered exactly what to do with it. Anything she could buy with real money was extortionately priced, it felt like staring at a penny and wondering what to spend it on.
The application for Tokens lay on the coffee table next to the note. Postage for the form was £7.50. She had £2.50 and nothing to do with it.
She was no longer a free citizen once the form was sent away.
She would be monitored constantly, watched like a prisoner.
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