"You have reached your destination.", the sound of the computerized voice startles John, who's mind has been elsewhere during the 20 minute commute home. He departs the self driving car, noticing its once glistening appearance has become worn and weathered, the paint chipping off around the handle and discolored a lighter shade of blue on the roof.

The rain beats down around him, a sense of foreboding comes over him as he looks up at the high rise apartment block in front of him, it seems to stretch endlessly into the sky. Built as part of the new agrarian land reform initiative, right before everyone was moved out of rural communities and into the population centers. What he wouldn’t give to be back on his family farm in Wyoming, he thought, 3 generations and they just fucking took it. He rationalizes it by telling himself that inheritance isn’t allowed anymore, as soon as his parents were gone he’d be homeless anyway.

“YOU”, he feels a sharp jab in his left kidney, he turns to see a young man dressed in a red and black outfit with a pony tail poking at him with a truncheon, a code enforcer, “NO LOITERING” he says sternly. “Yes Sir”, he replies as he moves towards the entrance of the building, he knows better than to talk back or try to reason with these people.

How the fuck was he going to tell his wife? Six years, six god damn years with mandatory overtime and he blew it, why the hell did he support the G.I.V.E Law? Why did he bother going to the rallies with his wife? After making non gender neutral pronouns illegal he thought that’d be it, he thought that’d be enough for them, but it wasn’t, now he’s on the receiving end of something he fostered and helped build. It was about equality after all.

Pressing the button for the elevator a voice says:- “Fuera de servicio - 停止服务 - Nieczynny aparat - Fuori servizio - Fora de serviço - Ayisebenzi - Out of service”, Guess it’s the stairs tonight.

Walking down the hallway to his room, that could scarcely be called an apartment, the beige colored walls of the hallway reflecting the hum drum mediocrity that’d become his life and indeed the life of everyone since the economy collapsed, he still had no idea what to tell her.

Trying to be quiet and taking a moment to compose himself outside he hears noises from within. Is that his wife? Those sound like sex noises. Confusion and anger fill him. “If Jezebel is cheating again I will fucking...”, he gestures over the SafeLock with his right hand, the RFID implant recognizes him and the light beside the handle turns from red to green. Quietly he opens the door and slips inside, from the bedroom he hears cries of passion “Oh yes, Javier, yes! Fuck me!”, John bursts in “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”, Javier jumps out of bed “Shit, I didn’t, I didn’t know..”, Jezebel pipes up “HE WAS RAPING ME”. Now John is perplexed, rape? Didn’t sound like rape to him. Javier is confused “But you invited m..” Jezebel presses the E.B.R.A (emergency bedside rape alarm). “IT WAS RAPE I SWEAR, HE FORCED ME”.

Javier makes a break for it, grabbing his pants and making for the door, he knows that if he’s caught he’d face castration.

“I can’t believe you Jezebel, I work 14 hours a day to support us and you cheat, again?” “STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME YOU MISOGYNIST” She harps. “You’re never there for me anymore, I feel so isolated”. He hears commotion from the street below, sounds like the code enforcers have already caught Javier, he hears screaming, that’ll be them carrying out the sentence for the rape. That #NoTrialForRapists hashtag campaign really caught on.

He looks out the window, the pollution is too dense to see the street below, but boy can he hear the screaming. A hover screen passes in front of the window, moving slowly down the entire block, President Sheryl Sandberg is on it, catching only the tail end of her sentence “...Safer streets, equality, and equal pay”, familiar and surreal he thought.

“Fuck it” John thinks. “I lost my job today, I was fired because I didn’t want a woman working 7 hours taking a percentage of my pay check when I work 14”. Cleaning the semen off her face Jezebel harps “WHAT? You’re such a fucking woman hating loser, get out of my flat”. “Your flat? but I pai...” Jezebel smiles smugly as she presses the N.Q.A.D.A.A.A (No Questions Asked Divorce And Asset Acquirement) button. John seethes with rage, but he knows if he hits her it means his balls. “Bye bye” she says, smiling and waving as he walks out, grimace on his face.

A code enforcement unit arrives just as he’s leaving the building “YOU, we need to move you 16 blocks from here for your ex-wifes safety, in the van”, they hustle him into the black van, on the side of which is painted a red and white fist.

During the ride a code enforcement agent checks Johns privilege and realizes he’s 2 points over the limit. When he implied dominion over his wives body by becoming angry that another man stuck his penis in her vagina he surpassed his limit. He’d be going to the exclusion zone, the state formally known as Alaska. The rest of the country is a wild life and agrarian farming reserve, with 5 major population centers each housing around 100 million people.

Loaded into the C130 at Zuckerberg airport near San Francisco John felt a strange sense of relief, finally there’d be some freedom, even if it was cold... During the flight he looked from the window, wilderness... with lavish mansions, grounds and kept gardens, who lived there? he wondered. Hundreds of them, the whole western seaboard from San Francisco to Washington State was mansions, he knew no one was allowed outside the population centers, who could possibly be allowed to live in such luxury?

The plane touches down, a snowstorm is starting outside. He wonders why they’d use a troop carrier to ferry one person over a thousands miles to the exclusion zone. The back of the plane opens and a voice says “Please depart”. Stepping off into the blizzard he sees the silhouette of a figure in the snow.

Walking closer he sees an older man clad in winter clothes with a wind chafed face.

The man looks at him and asks:- “Are you the only one who made it?”