Noah stood in line periodically shifting to keep warm. He had thought he had been prepared for the fast-approaching colder temperatures but standing in this particular line today was proving him wrong. He glanced about, wondering if the line seemed longer than before or if it were just him not being fond of the cold. He looked down at his phone, it displayed 7 am, 

dammit, I’m gonna be late. 

He looked up from his phone then snapped his eyes back down at the screen, 

Tuesday? Tuesday! 

He was never scheduled for Tuesday! 

Shit! 

Noah frantically unlocked his phone and accessed his calendar,

Tuesday...Wednesday...Thursday...Saturday...what the fuck? 

He selected the previous month, it read the same, so did the month before that. 

Something has to be wrong...this can’t be right. 

Noah looked around, 

Shit! I need an admin! 

He continued to fumble with his phone and looking around, the line shifted forward and Noah moved to the next spot. Maybe, it was the spacing between everyone that made the line seem longer, there was a twelve-inch yellow smiley face on the ground, approximately six feet between each one, Noah felt it was a bad joke and his anxiety was starting to build. He shivered then shifted again, he scratched his face unconsciously; everyone in the line moved forward. While standing there lost in his thoughts, began the nervous habit of glancing at his phone every so often and he was startled by a drone that suddenly hovered a few feet away from him.

“Good morning Noah, I see you requested an Admin, how may I help you today?”

“Yes, good morning.” he said quickly, “I noticed that I was scheduled to receive my per diem today, but I recall only needing to receive it twice a week, however, it seems now I’m scheduled to get it four times a week. I never received an official notification of the increase, and this is going to make me late for work today.”

“I understand, let me take a look at your file so we can get this straightened out, one moment please.” The display that was built into the drone went blank, then flashed the words “Standby”. There were different types of drones used, it was commonplace to see them everywhere assisting with various tasks, most people referred to them as a courier. Noah recalled hearing his grandfather talk about drones with a visceral disdain. He admitted they had their uses for specific professions but he would rant about technology making people less human, and how the government would use not just drone technology but all technology, against their own citizens in the name of safety. He was a retired firefighter that died at the age of 90, but even at 90, Noah thought his grandfather was the toughest man he had ever met and was glad he didn’t live to see the world as it is now, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. He was almost definitely sure he would be considered a conspiracy theorist and would’ve been forced into a home for the elderly with mental decline; Noah knew he wouldn’t have wanted that. This particular drone was outfitted with a monitor, built-in camera, and microphone, and if he had to guess the camera had features like night, infrared and thermal vision, he wouldn’t be surprised it had x-ray vision as well. The person on the screen reappeared after some time; Noah hadn’t noticed the increase in security that was patrolling the area and monitoring the line he was standing in.

“Sorry for the wait.” she paused, “According to your file, you have been scheduled to receive your per diem four times a week for some time now, at least for the last  six months, that’s as far back as my records show without putting in a request for a more comprehensive history.”

“That’s not correct. Can you check again?” Noah asked, “Are you sure you’re looking at the correct information for my account?”

“Please verify your identification number.” Noah lifts the sleeve on his jacket revealing a QR code that was tattooed just above his left wrist allowing the drone to scan it; an audible beep signaling it was a success, “Now your mobile device.” he complies with the request. “One moment please.” The woman didn’t leave the screen this time, “Thank you for verifying your identity, unfortunately, it looks like everything is accurate. For the last six months, you have been receiving your per diem four times per week.”

“Can I speak to someone else, this isn’t right! Just last week I was only required to receive my per diem twice a week!” he exclaimed. 

“Just to clarify, you only received your per diem twice last week?”

“Yes.”

“But you had four scheduled appointments?”

“No!” he snaps, “I was only scheduled for two appointments.”

“Unfortunately Noah, that is incorrect, as you can see here,” his calendar appears on the drone’s display, “you were scheduled to receive your per diem four times last week. Did you forget about your appointments?”

“No.”

“So you refused to come in for your appointments?”

“No!”

“It’s the law that I remind you that you are legally obligated to submit a rescheduling request anytime you miss or plan to miss an appointment for your per diem, within 48 hours before or within 24 hours after the missed appointment. The per diem is for your health and safety and above all, the health and safety of everyone in your community. It is also a fundamental necessity to supplement your wages.” she pauses for a moment,  “I should tell you that an increase in your per diem has many benefits, most notably an increase in your incentive.” Noah drops his head and gives a long slow exhale, he knew there was nothing to be done at this point, the Admin was going to talk him in circles and he didn’t want to know what trouble would come if he didn’t agree with the correction and the mistake “he” apparently made. 

“Is there a possibility that my phone was hacked? I’ve seen reports in the news recently that it’s been known to happen.”

“I can recommend you to a technician to take a look at your phone but that is not something I can do.”

“Sure.” within seconds his phone vibrated.

“That information has been sent to your mobile device now.”

“Thank you. How can I rectify this current issue, I don’t recall being scheduled for the previously missed appointments.”

“Let me take a look.” Noah’s anxiety was increasing, “It appears that you actually made it to all the previous appointments.” The words almost floored him, he didn’t remember going to any extra appointments, he took a second to look at his phone.

“I apologize, I guess I haven’t been getting restful sleep.”

“I can put in an order to have your per diem adjusted so you can get a more restful nights sleep, make sure you mention this to your care provider.” there was another audible beep. “From what your current vitals are showing, I’ll also order an evaluation of your neurological function, being this forgetful at your age might be a cause for concern.”

“Thank you.” a thought suddenly came to him, “Am I reflecting the increased incentive in my GIB account from the previous appointments?”

“It doesn’t look like you are, I transfer the missing incentive to your GIB account now, I apologize for the oversight, and I will add incentive for your inconvenience.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you Noah for bringing this to our attention, we will contact your employer and let them know what your expected time of arrival should be. Have a great day.”

“You too,” Noah replied gleefully, he couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome, who didn’t enjoy receiving their incentive? It was the law that you had to receive your per diem, but the trade was you received an incentive, money that you received outside of your normal wages. 

Noah’s excitement increased his anxiety, scratching his face again, then his neck. With his phone already in hand, he accesses his GIB account, and nervous energy shot through his entire body, 

50,000 credits. 

His mood improved for a moment, his nervous excitement and anxiety keeping him warm; everyone in line shifted forward again. Noah scratched his face and neck again while looking around, he couldn’t wait to leave, he could buy quite a few things with 50,000 credits, he had been wanting a space heater for his apartment but hadn’t been able to afford one, or a working stove, he could use it to cook and heat his apartment. Food, he began to salivate at the thought of the food he could buy with 50,000 credits, a freshly baked pizza from a restaurant or a hamburger; he hadn’t had a hamburger in years it immediately made him think of his grandfather again, he made the best hamburgers, he wondered if his mom might have the recipe that his grandfather used to make his burgers. He remembered how juicy they were, he would always add cheese and bacon; he shifted forward again moving another six feet forward in line. He looked at his phone, then scratched his face and neck again. 

I can’t shake this itch. 

A different thought came suddenly, he unlocked his phone, more excitement washing over him, he had never used the food delivery app before, he never really had a need. His focus had always been how to save a little money from one week’s wages to the next, but at this moment he had a chance to have a small luxury by ordering some food and having it delivered to him while standing in line. He had seen it done before but, it had been a while maybe years since he had seen it done. The order was placed in the blink of an eye, and now to wait. The line moved forward again, but he wasn’t worried the drone that would be delivering his food would use the GPS function on his phone to find him. As he stood there waiting he watched as random people were being escorted past him and placed further up in the line, he thought nothing of it, the only way he knew to get ahead in line was through a ridiculous amount of paperwork explaining why you couldn’t stand in line for an extended period of time, which didn’t make sense to him since the per diem was designed to make people healthier longer. 

Noah heard a buzzing sound approaching the line, he got excited, he scratched his neck and face again and moved erratically with anticipation it came closer, then closer. He finally saw it, a food service drone, designed to carry slightly heavier items to compensate for the weight of food and a large thermal canister to house the items. He saw the drone heading in his general direction, and watched as it buzzed past him; his excitement vanished. He stood there in disbelief, who else but he could have been able to afford to order food and have it delivered in this line? It’s been years since anyone has done this. Maybe, it was someone assigned to a new location, that would explain why the line was so much longer than before, maybe one of the per diem stations had been shut down and those people were assigned to this one now. He relaxed or at least tried to, he was starting to get very hungry thinking of his food and he was beginning to fear that line had stalled. He scratched his jaw, rubbed the back of his neck, then scratched underneath his chin; everyone in line moved forward again. He heard the buzz of another drone approaching, 

This one has to be mine this time, 

he found it hard to believe that after all this time multiple people would be able to afford this. The drone stopped directly in front of him, he exposed his wrist again letting the drone scan his code, the canister opened, there it was, a breakfast sandwich accompanied by a hot cup of coffee. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a breakfast sandwich. He grabbed his foot gingerly, “thank you.” he said happily to the drone. The canister closed and the drone continued to hover, a message appearing on the screen “Please donate an additional 50% equal to your order or more to help feed the growing homeless population. Failure to do so will result in the loss of your incentive received after your per diem until the amount is paid plus an additional 25% morality fee.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Please do not swear, failure to comply will result in a fine of 2,500 credits.” Noah exposes the code on his arm again paying the additional 50%. He was sick to his stomach now, 

 An additional 50 percent, what the fuck! 

he tried not to dwell on it, he got his breakfast sandwich and he was determined to enjoy it; two sourdough pieces of bread with eggs, cheese, sausage, bacon, and a little maple syrup, It was a masterpiece. He hadn’t been able to afford this in a long time, he recalled the last time he had one was at his parent’s house one day, he guessed it was 5 or more years ago. He remembered he had one right before everything had started to change, he was pretty young. He was pretty sure that was when the so-called war on drugs had ended, there was excitement in the streets, he remembered one of uncle’s saying that families that had been destroyed by the alt-right-racist policies of the past government administrations would finally be able to heal and those that had been caught up in mass incarcerations would finally be coming home. That’s what he could remember, he scratched his jaw and chin again, but, another memory stood out in his mind, something his grandfather ranted about before he died, maybe that is when he had his last breakfast sandwich, he was sure he was still pretty young. 

What did he say? 

Noah took a bite of his breakfast sandwich, then another, and before he realized it, the food was gone, but he felt incredibly satisfied, he sipped his coffee, and warmth poured over him; the thought of paying the additional 50 percent ceased to affect him anymore, he moved forward another six feet. 

What did he say? 

It started to bug him, he sipped his coffee and scratched again with his free hand. 

I remember he lamented the idea of a basic income based on the need of the people, mom and dad argued with him about how it would help the less fortunate, to which grandfather replied at the cost of raising taxes. Mom and dad claimed that only the rich would be taxed more, that they would have to pay their fair share to make up for the difference between those not able to work or who needed assistance...dammit that wasn’t it. What did he say? 

He heard the buzz of another drone, multiple drones. First, he noticed the Admin drones then sometime later, what seemed like hours, he would see a delivery drone come to that same individual. 

Strange... 

He looked at his phone 

What the fuck, it’s only been an hour? 

He moved forward to another spot, feeling cold once again and his coffee was consumed already; he shivered involuntarily. He saw a few more people getting escorted past him, eventually losing sight of them, it didn’t look like they were in any kind of trouble from what he could tell. His fidgeting continued as he stood there slowly moving from spot to spot and another hour had passed as he rounded a corner, for the first time he finally got a good look at the line in front of him. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” There was just a single line but it snaked intricately through a series of lefts and rights to maximize the usable area, he stood there baffled, he had never seen this many people before and his anxiety started to get worse at the realization that he could potentially be here all day. If he didn’t show up to work today he would be expected to produce double tomorrow to make up for it. He scratched his jaw, then his chin, he shifted uneasily and shivered from the cold. Another hour had gone past, Noah felt like he had barely moved from where he stood, the spot that had revealed the truth of his situation was only twelve feet away. He looked at the faces of the people behind him, they all seemed sullen, and he was sure they probably thought the same of him, but he still had quite a few credits, he would still be able to buy a stove or a least the space heater, if he remembered correctly the space heater would be more affordable and he can rely on packaged food. He heard more buzzing coming from behind, another hour had passed he moved to the next spot, and his stomach audibly growled; he ignored it. He scratched his face and looked around, 

What did my crazy old grandfather tell me? It was after the war on drugs. I’m sure it was after the pandemic, he hated the idea of being forced to take a vaccine even if he was at high risk of dying from it, stubborn old goat. He shifts awkwardly inside his jacket trying to stay warm. 

It wasn’t about anything incredibly specific...what did he say … the government...vaccines...control...stupid people...that’s right. 

He was starting to remember when his stomach growled again, he ignored it but drew a couple of looks from other people. Dammit, why am I this hungry... I’ll look for something cheaper this time. He scrolls the available options, none of them sounding particularly appetizing and still relatively expensive considering the maintenance fee. With his free hand, he scratches his face and rubs the back of his neck while scrolling through the menu options, he doesn’t stop and he starts getting frustrated. 

This will work I guess, 

he submits the order and shoves his phone back in his pocket. A sudden chill causes Noah to shiver more intensely, he thought it was supposed to get warmer today, 

Maybe I should get a warmer jacket instead of the space heater, at least I could wear the jacket, the space heater can’t leave the apartment. 

He rocked side to side trying to keep warm and resisting the urge to scratch his face, but it felt like something was there. He heard a buzz and looked around hoping it was his drone bringing food, the sound suddenly stopped, he looked around again scratching his face. Another hour went by and he moved another six feet, Noah became so focused on keeping warm he didn’t see or hear the drone approach him.

“Good afternoon Noah.” came an automated voice startling him. He tried not to shake as he exposed his arm so the drone could scan his code, but he was unable to control it. After what seemed like several minutes the canister finally opens and Noah quickly grabs his food and drink. It was a pastry, a type of sweet roll, he’s seen these in the store before but always passed them for other options, his saving grace at this moment however was the hot chocolate he ordered with it. He ate the sweet roll almost instantly but he was determined to savor the hot chocolate. Warmth rolled over his body once more, it was ironic, for a split second the feeling he felt reminded him of how his per diem made him feel, but the thought drifted away just as quickly as it had come. Another hour had passed and he moved another couple of spots, the number of people in front of him seemed endless, he sipped his hot chocolate, it had gone cold, so he quickly drank the rest of it. He began rocking side to side again, scratching his face or underneath his chin every few minutes or so, he felt a chill and shivered harder than before. He felt his mind drifting, he was getting tired of just standing in line, he felt the line was getting longer. He moved around some more, another hour passing, 

What is taking so long? 

He saw more people randomly escorted by security passed him and he could believe it, these people were being taken to the front of the line and being allowed to receive their per diem. 

What the fuck!  

His heart rate increased, nervous energy, frustration, and anxiety hitting him all at once. He scratched his face again, then again, and again. He looked around then frantically pulled out his phone and requested an Admin. An hour had passed before an Admin drone appeared before him. 

“Good afternoon Noah, how may I be of assistance?”

“I’ve noticed…” he shivers “I’ve noticed that people have been allowed to move forward in line ahead of others. I wanted to file a complaint.”

“I can understand your frustration, have you notified security of these individuals?”

“That's the problem, they are being escorted by security to the front of the line.”

“Let me make a quick inquiry, one moment.” The screen went blank for a moment then the lady reappeared “Sorry for the wait, after doing some research it appears there is a promotion that some citizens have taken advantage of to receive their per diem sooner than others, I can imagine how frustrating this can be.”

“A promotion?” he scratched his face, the itch was becoming more annoying and harder to satisfy. “I don’t recall there ever being promotions in the past.” he fidgeted, he knew that something wasn’t right, his frustration and his anxiety grew. He fidgeted and scratched again followed by more shivering. He just noticed for the first time that his torso felt moist, but he was still cold. “I’d like to file a complaint anyway, I’ve been in this line since 7 am, and at this rate, I won’t make it to work and I won’t receive my per diem because the facility will be closed!” he snapped, his elevating tone receiving several sheepish glances from others and pointed stares from nearby security. 

“Alright Noah I will document your complaint, is there anything else you would like to add?”

“No...yes! I think it’s ridiculous that you have this many people waiting in line while the temperature is steadily dropping, I feel like I’m standing in a freezer!”

“Okay, is there anything else?”

“No that will be all,” he said, he wanted to say more but felt it would draw more unwanted attention.

“Thank you Noah for your honest feedback. Please verify your identity and standby for a complimentary snack on our behalf, it is our way of showing you that we care about you. Just allow the drone to scan your code and a snack will be sent to you presently.” Noah allowed the drone to scan him once again, shocked by the cold air when he exposed his moist skin, and immediately placed his hands back into his pockets. He resisted the urge to look at his phone again, time felt like it was moving slow and he just wanted his free food, hoping it was something warm at least; and it was when it arrived, it was the same thing he ordered previously and just like before he felt the warmth wash over him as he consumed it only to have it drift away just as quickly. Noah felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he ignored it at first, but it persisted. He opened his eyes and looked at the display, there was a notification. 15,000 credits to receive your per diem sooner, 25,000 credits to receive your per diem within two hours, 50,000 credits to receive your per diem immediately. 

50,000 to receive it now seems like a waste, 

he justified to himself. He looked at the line ahead of him, he was sure he would get his per diem before the facility closed, they stayed open pretty late, at least he thought they did, this was the first time he had been there on a weekday. The promotions had time limits on them and he wasn’t sure what to do. Does he risk not getting his per diem, it wouldn’t be his fault if he missed it, and he would have to file all necessary paperwork and be back in line again the next day. The thought of not receiving his per diem filled him with a sense of dread, he had to have it, it was for the betterment of his health, who wouldn’t want to live a happier healthier life. And he agreed that his per diem made him feel extremely happy and less stressed like there wasn’t a care in the world. He looked at the promotions again, he still had time. Another hour passed and he continued to close the distance, security escorted more people by and drones buzzed overhead. He looked at his phone, 

I still have time, 

Hunger set in again, the sweet roll and hot chocolate were his items of choice. This he felt was the closest thing he was getting to his per diem as he waited. 

He made it to the snaking line as the sun was beginning to set, his fidgeting and itching became more erratic than it had been before; his shivering began to resemble spasms. He had begun to recognize what he needed to make it all stop, he needed his per diem and he needed it immediately, he knew that it would make it all stop. He knew that he was perfectly healthy this morning, he didn’t understand why all of a sudden he began to feel so incredibly ill. His muscles ached, he sweats profusely and he was having a hard time staying focused, he felt exhausted. He knew he just needed his per diem. He fumbled for his phone, he knew he had time left on his promotions, he was at the closest point possible that he knew he could take the cheapest option and get what he needed before the facility closed and still have some credits leftover, hopefully for that new jacket. He selected the promotion, he tapped the display once, twice, three times, before it was accepted, now he had to wait. Panic set in as he watched security escort more people pass him, to the door of the facility, he had to get in, he needed his per diem, he could not afford to be in line again tomorrow, he took advantage of the promotion like the others. He just wanted to get his per diem and go home, he wanted to feel better he wanted...he thought of his grandfather, he frantically tried to remember what he said to him before he died, an hour passes,

“What did he say!” he mumbled pacing around the smiley face, “Why can’t I remember what he told me?” he taps his head with his palm, hoping the vibrations will help him remember. “Come on.” he pleaded with himself “What did grandpa tell me?” tears begin to form and roll down his cheek. He was oblivious to the people around him staring. “It was important, goddammit, why can’t I remember!”  The erratic behavior and pleading with himself continued for another hour, he didn’t even notice the security personnel as they arrived, he shot them a worried teary eye glance.

“Noah correct?” His reply was a nod, the security guard motions with a scanning device and Noah exposes his arm again, “I think that’s the first code I’ve seen shaped like a cross.”

“It’s mine to bear,” Noah whispered instinctively

“Follow me.” This was it, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he received his per diem, his anxiety grew. He twitched, fidgeted, and scratched nervously.

He could see the door to the facility, just inside he knew what to expect. He knew just like before, he would get a chance to sit down for the first time, an Admin would call his name and tell him which room to go to. His care provider would appear, ask a few questions then, give him his per diem via injection in his arm, he would leave the room and go to the booth set up near the exit. They would scan his code which would transfer the incentive to his GIB account.

“Alright, stand right here.” the security guard said motioning his new location, Noah did as he was beckoned. His gaze caught the front door of the facility, he was closer, he felt like he was significantly closer, but when he looked back behind him, he realized he had only moved half the distance from his previous spot to the door. How much time had passed? What time does the facility close, he remembered that some places stay open 24hrs but he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t remember if this facility did, he never had to stand in line this long, he was never here during the week only on the weekends. Time. He tried to calm down, his heart pounded in his chest, he could hear it in his ears, he suddenly noticed how wet his torso was and he unzipped his jacket for the first time. He instinctively jerked when the cold air hit his wet skin, he felt the burning sting of the frigid temperature that was more intense than when he exposed his wrist. He needed something to calm down, he needed something to keep warm, he needed something! His hand shook uncontrollably as he looked at his phone and submit an order, he knew it would take a while, he knew it would take a lifetime but he had to, he had to, in order get his per diem, the per diem would make him feel better, that’s what it was for. His breathing became labored after a short time, he shivered intensely to keep warm but his shirt and lining of his jacket were soaked with sweat. He paced within the confines of his spot, he needed something else to think about, something to distract him from the way he was currently feeling. 

What was I thinking about before? What was it?

“That’s right!” he muttered excitedly “Grandpa...he told me something....what did he tell me?” He smacked his face, not hard but he wanted to stimulate his mind. “It was a warning!” he said audibly, drawing a few looks. “He warned me about something...what was it?”

His thought process was interrupted by the approach of a delivery drone. It scanned his code and the canister opened, another sweet roll and hot chocolate and a mylar blanket. The food and drink provided an instant of relief that wasn’t long-lived, and the mylar blanket helped him keep warmer than what his jacket was currently doing, but it wasn’t long before he felt the way he did before. Time passed and he moved closer to the door.

“What did he try to warn me about?” he says through shivering spasms “He tried to warn me...he tried to warn me…” he repeated the phrase over and over again.

Noah was suddenly startled again by drones buzzing around blaring an announcement.

“The facility is now closed, you are legally obligated to submit your reschedule request, please see the nearest courier or use your mobile device.”

Noah couldn’t express his devastation at that moment; he was stunned, not registering what he should do next, this was the first time anything like this had happened. He looked around, he saw others holding out their arms for drones to scan their code then leaving, looking just as downtrodden as he did. He stumbled to the nearest drone, shivering, sweating, scratching, and rubbing. The option to submit the reschedule request appeared on the screen, but he hesitated; another option caught his eye, and instead, he contacted an Admin. Someone appeared on the screen a moment later.

“Good evening Noah, how may I be of assistance?”

“I need...I need my per diem” he stuttered shifting anxiously where he stood.

“I’m sorry but the facility has closed for the evening, you will have to submit a reschedule request form and come back tomorrow.” The lady on the screen replied.

“I can’t wait!” he snapped, “I need it now, I don’t feel myself without it.”

“I'm very sorry Noah. Unfortunately, it appears that you had an opportunity to receive your per diem earlier today but you spent your credits on food several times.”

“What do you mean? What opportunity?”

“You chose the cheapest option to move you ahead in the line, there was an option to receive your per diem immediately for 50,000 credits but by the time that offer came to you it was unaffordable.”

“I don’t think you understand, I’m not starting to feel myself, I need my per diem.”

“You have to wait until tomorrow.”

“No!” he shouts “No, I can’t wait until tomorrow. Is there anyone else I can speak to? I just want my per diem, there has to be something I can do, there has to be a way?” he pleaded

“One moment please.” the screen went blank, Noah shook under his blanket, sweat still beading down his skin. “Sorry for the wait, the lady said as she reappeared. I’ve been informed that there is an option available to you that I believe may solve your dilemma.”

“Yes, that’s great.” his phone vibrates. “What can I do?”

“First we’ll need to verify your identity.” there is a successful beep from the scanner, “Next I will need you to read and sign this document.” Noah immediately allows the drone to scan his arm again. “Thank you,” she says,

“Information has been sent to your phone regarding a patient who has not received their per diem for several weeks. I will remind you that not receiving your per diem is in direct violation of government mandate, it is assumed that this patient has refused on his own volition. We need you to make contact with the patient and administer their per diem directly.” At the moment another drone appears with a canister housing two auto-injectors. “The blue auto-injector is for the patient, the red auto-injector is for you, this is a small dose of your per diem that should give you enough time to make contact with the patient and return here for the rest of your per diem and your incentive.” Noah took the two auto-injectors, “Thank you for your service Noah, you're doing your government a great service.” At that moment he remembered his grandfather dying and how it made him feel, that was the first time Noah had been given his per diem and it was given to him by his family doctor to help his mood. He remembered what his grandfather had warned him about, he remembered that his grandfather said the chemicals the government was putting in their mandatory shots was highly addictive, and the withdrawals would get worse over time. He also remembered that his grandfather told that the government-controlled all pharmaceuticals. A tear rolled down his face as he placed the red auto-injector against his arm then pushed then released the injector. His body became warm, he wiped his eyes and his mind became clear, he synced the information on the drone’s display with the GPS on his phone, zipped up his jacket, and started walking.

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