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The year is 2030. Life's been bad this year. I come home from my job at Tim Hortons which is the last Canadian company left after we tried taxing all the other ones out of existence until only Monopolies remained and then those got nationalized because they were declared rights.
I get to the shipping container I am living in with 7 other people because rent is too high for me to split rent with my roommates for that one bedroom studio down the street. As I open the door I see the glorious picture of Tredau the eternal and benevolent provider of all, that hangs in front of it, and now my head saying the mandated prayer "At least I live in Canada where we are better than America our healthcare is free, we do not fear the gun and we recognize our white guilt" as I walk inside I chat with my roommate who had just come back from the Drs office. He had gotten a broken arm about 3 years ago and it sort of healed up, but he didn't want to blow the appointment since he knew he wouldn't get another one for at least 4 more years.
We share a laugh about how in America they would've just dragged him out in the street to be executed by racist police after stealing all his money. Despite the laugh though I am haunted, I don't want to go anymore. Between the felony charges I am facing for accidentally refer to someone as sir who actually identified os otherkin, and the fact that I know I am living on land once claimed by indigenous people.
I remember all the government posters encouraging me that ending my life if I am unhappy is the responsible thing to do, and living while unhappy is selfish. I decide it is time, I am glad I have this choice and a government that is helpful and supportive of me not living in misery. I open my phone and navigate to the government euthenasia website, it only take 5 minutes to load, the internet is fast today, I am glad the government declared internet a human right and made sure every Candian had guaranteed free internet access. After the page finally loads, I fill out the form for government assisted suicide, I wait anxiously as the screen loads, I think about the depression and anxiety that had tortured me for years and how things will never get better for me, finally the page loads confirming my appointment. I excitedly look at the date and time, November 5th 2050. I thank my lucky stars again that at least I don't live in the US.
I get to the shipping container I am living in with 7 other people because rent is too high for me to split rent with my roommates for that one bedroom studio down the street. As I open the door I see the glorious picture of Tredau the eternal and benevolent provider of all, that hangs in front of it, and now my head saying the mandated prayer "At least I live in Canada where we are better than America our healthcare is free, we do not fear the gun and we recognize our white guilt" as I walk inside I chat with my roommate who had just come back from the Drs office. He had gotten a broken arm about 3 years ago and it sort of healed up, but he didn't want to blow the appointment since he knew he wouldn't get another one for at least 4 more years.
We share a laugh about how in America they would've just dragged him out in the street to be executed by racist police after stealing all his money. Despite the laugh though I am haunted, I don't want to go anymore. Between the felony charges I am facing for accidentally refer to someone as sir who actually identified os otherkin, and the fact that I know I am living on land once claimed by indigenous people.
I remember all the government posters encouraging me that ending my life if I am unhappy is the responsible thing to do, and living while unhappy is selfish. I decide it is time, I am glad I have this choice and a government that is helpful and supportive of me not living in misery. I open my phone and navigate to the government euthenasia website, it only take 5 minutes to load, the internet is fast today, I am glad the government declared internet a human right and made sure every Candian had guaranteed free internet access. After the page finally loads, I fill out the form for government assisted suicide, I wait anxiously as the screen loads, I think about the depression and anxiety that had tortured me for years and how things will never get better for me, finally the page loads confirming my appointment. I excitedly look at the date and time, November 5th 2050. I thank my lucky stars again that at least I don't live in the US.
