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- Sep 7, 2019
- Location
- Jurassic Park
The year is 2057.
Coronavirus and other pandemics that killed billions have cancelled all non virtual activities and made society at large homebodies who will live and die in one bedroom apartments, maybe two or three if they’re lucky enough to have a large enough family. Airlines and ships rust at abandoned airports and harbors, while cars line deserted highways. Beaches, stadiums, and universities lie empty. All brick and mortar commerce has collapsed with online services having a monopoly.
Most essential jobs that can’t be done at home are performed by robots- even cooking and delivering food; food is prepared in massive industrial kitchens under fake restaurant names and dropped off via drone or smart car. Only the rich can afford to cook at home via subscription boxes or hire a robot to do it.
Healthcare is free- for those willing to get brain chips inserted into themselves or their children that collect biometric data for targeted ads unless they subscribe to get rid of them. Most people choose to do this. Everything else (movies, music, TV, video games, books, recreational drugs) is locked to several competing delivery or streaming services, and no one cares as long as they’re safe and happy.
Nature is starting to reclaim the world outside of major cities, suburbs and factory farms as pollution and climate change goes down drastically.
Meanwhile, however, a large population of people who are unable to have houses have to fend for themselves with poorly sewn masks and, if they don’t decide to scatter for the hills, are shot on sight if found to be sick by corporate authorities that have taken over many governmental functions in the United States due to agencies being sold to pay down public debt. This means that social groups among the “petris” due to their poor healthcare are small or nonexistent.
And what many do not realize is that what pieces of the federal government are left are dedicated to surveilling everything and everyone and then selling online activity to the highest bidder without their knowledge to line politicians pockets, in exchange for aid in rigging elections. But there is still one way left to send private information and physical media- via couriers who are paid to deliver items by hand, parkouring their way through dangerous, improvised rooftop routes.
Enter Maxx Lancaster. She’s 20 years old with no known parents and therefore indeterminate chip status, who thinks her first name came from a faded TJ Maxx tag on her baby clothes, and gave herself her last name after reading moldy copies of Shakespeare’s 1-3 Henry VI and Richard III in the ruins of the New York Public Library.
By day she seems like any other street tough.
By night she is a courier, free to roam the streets under cover of darkness and skillfully avoiding drones. But for whom?
There are several ways this story could go. Perhaps you’re a charismatic older courier who takes Maxx in and offers her safety with a group of others just like her, either wholesomely or in order to lure her in to a sex cult. Perhaps you’re a nerdy client who looks forward to receiving Maxx’s packages and company. Perhaps you’re a drone operator who keeps chasing Maxx and then decides to let her go when she’s finally caught, on one condition. PM me for possibilities...
Coronavirus and other pandemics that killed billions have cancelled all non virtual activities and made society at large homebodies who will live and die in one bedroom apartments, maybe two or three if they’re lucky enough to have a large enough family. Airlines and ships rust at abandoned airports and harbors, while cars line deserted highways. Beaches, stadiums, and universities lie empty. All brick and mortar commerce has collapsed with online services having a monopoly.
Most essential jobs that can’t be done at home are performed by robots- even cooking and delivering food; food is prepared in massive industrial kitchens under fake restaurant names and dropped off via drone or smart car. Only the rich can afford to cook at home via subscription boxes or hire a robot to do it.
Healthcare is free- for those willing to get brain chips inserted into themselves or their children that collect biometric data for targeted ads unless they subscribe to get rid of them. Most people choose to do this. Everything else (movies, music, TV, video games, books, recreational drugs) is locked to several competing delivery or streaming services, and no one cares as long as they’re safe and happy.
Nature is starting to reclaim the world outside of major cities, suburbs and factory farms as pollution and climate change goes down drastically.
Meanwhile, however, a large population of people who are unable to have houses have to fend for themselves with poorly sewn masks and, if they don’t decide to scatter for the hills, are shot on sight if found to be sick by corporate authorities that have taken over many governmental functions in the United States due to agencies being sold to pay down public debt. This means that social groups among the “petris” due to their poor healthcare are small or nonexistent.
And what many do not realize is that what pieces of the federal government are left are dedicated to surveilling everything and everyone and then selling online activity to the highest bidder without their knowledge to line politicians pockets, in exchange for aid in rigging elections. But there is still one way left to send private information and physical media- via couriers who are paid to deliver items by hand, parkouring their way through dangerous, improvised rooftop routes.
Enter Maxx Lancaster. She’s 20 years old with no known parents and therefore indeterminate chip status, who thinks her first name came from a faded TJ Maxx tag on her baby clothes, and gave herself her last name after reading moldy copies of Shakespeare’s 1-3 Henry VI and Richard III in the ruins of the New York Public Library.
By day she seems like any other street tough.
By night she is a courier, free to roam the streets under cover of darkness and skillfully avoiding drones. But for whom?
There are several ways this story could go. Perhaps you’re a charismatic older courier who takes Maxx in and offers her safety with a group of others just like her, either wholesomely or in order to lure her in to a sex cult. Perhaps you’re a nerdy client who looks forward to receiving Maxx’s packages and company. Perhaps you’re a drone operator who keeps chasing Maxx and then decides to let her go when she’s finally caught, on one condition. PM me for possibilities...