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Janie looked over at the media screen. She<br />
recalled the soaps she used to watch, the dramas<br />
and sitcoms. She missed them all. Her<br />
electricity had been cut off over three months<br />
ago. Sometimes she replayed her favourite<br />
media programmes in her head.<br />
Janie’s attention returned to the mockmantelpiece,<br />
and a distant memory of a similar<br />
one filled with Christmas cards flashed before<br />
her eyes. Unable to help herself, she lifted the<br />
letter down and re-read it. Tomorrow, the 14th<br />
December 2036 she would receive her last<br />
phased payment of unemployment benefit.<br />
The government no longer had the funds to<br />
pay benefits of any kind. Arrangements had<br />
been put in place to drop off a food parcel to<br />
her twice a week. She could remain in her flat,<br />
but no services or repairs would be provided.<br />
Janie’s low mood deepened. She had been<br />
blighted by depression for years; unable to<br />
work she had found ways to exist on her own.<br />
Though she had had lots of virtual people she<br />
chatted to on her social network box, she had<br />
no real-time friends who could help her now.<br />
With no electricity, she had been unable to log<br />
in. She missed her friends from the therapy<br />
group, the members of the exercise class, her<br />
chat site ‘buddies’. At the flick of a switch they<br />
had been removed from her life. The pain she<br />
felt had been no less acute than if they had all<br />
suddenly died. She had grieved for each and<br />
every one of them.<br />
These people had seemed real to her then; they<br />
had been the centre of her life. She had been<br />
delighted by each of the virtual birthday and<br />
Christmas cards they had sent her. In her mind,<br />
she had visualised their hands passing their<br />
cards to her in friendship. With no real-time<br />
social outlets, they had made life liveable. Apart<br />
from food shopping, she rarely ventured outside.<br />
Truth hit her like a punch in the chest; she<br />
was isolated and lonely, and had been since<br />
she moved here. People surrounded her in the<br />
numerous flats throughout the complex, but<br />
she had never spoken to one of them. Like her,<br />
they were unemployed and rarely ventured out,<br />
and when they did they kept their heads<br />
bowed low.<br />
Sighing, Janie pulled on a warm coat and made<br />
her way outside. It was late and starting to get<br />
dark. She needed to think, plan what to do.<br />
While she walked around the multi- story<br />
building, she picked up an armful of twigs. Returning<br />
to the front entrance, she sat down and<br />
scrunched the letter in her hands. Using a twig,<br />
she dug a small hole and placed the letter into<br />
the stony ground. She flicked her lighter and lit<br />
the paper. Then, she settled twigs on top.<br />
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