You make it to the cafeteria. You get in the “privileged” line in which you don’t get much of a choice of the menu. You see others in the food court that don’t have to enter that line eating nice food, something you probably won’t get. You are given a soy burger with fake American cheese (probably made of soy and high fructose corn syrup) and granola and a soy based chocolate-like syrup covering it on the side. Your drink is some weird liquid that you have no clue what it is, but is likely water that isn’t be properly filtered. A flag placed on top of your burger says “Made completely with GMOs!” None of your food contains animal products, as butchering animals for food was made illegal a few years ago. Some people in power get to eat lab grown meat, but it is too expensive for someone like you to eat. There probably is some law out there against eating meat anyways for guys.

You sit down at a table. Chris and Raphael end up joining you at the table. Taking a bite of the burger, you realize it’s slightly burnt. Regardless it’s absolutely nasty, but you eat it anyways so you don’t die of starvation.
“This food sucks.” Chris says. “I paid $75 for this garbage?”
“You’re forgetting the $2 privilege tax on it.” You reply.
Chris sighs. Every guy you know is kind of tired of dealing with life.
You overhear a conversation from other guys in jumpsuits a table away, they’re talking about a coworker who just killed himself that morning by laying down in a press. The others were annoyed at the fact they were required to clean up his corpse and continue working.
One of the guys finishes the conversation with “It’s just another day in paradise…” Referencing an old song from the previous century.

Lunch being done, you go back to work.

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