We’re Here To Help!
April 18, 2015Posted by on
Amy lay in bed musing waiting for the screen wake-up call, If I’d completed that course maybe I’d be socially mobile now, even qualified for a baby and a flat. Amy and her best friends had stopped attending the Societal Upgrade Course when it began interfering with their social life. One by one these friends had become untraceable, their screen access replaced by a statement that they had been selected for relocation upgrades on becoming a special case. Amy, now alone, wished that she qualified for a relocation upgrade. A release from her dreary social commitment at which she only met someone from her previous social circle when they weren’t able to avoid her. They always had a reason for not keeping in contact — even on their screen. Acquaintances now socially mobile living in upper grade socio-economic residential areas, or those living in a four roomed flat with a child and a partner. The independent life she had once led in her own bedsit, like her best friends, had gone. It was now her refuge from the social commitment, her social life now lived vicariously through the screen.
Amy’s musings, coupled with the thought of another day’s social commitment, depressed her. She sat up — stared at the screen — saying to herself, ‘Stuff the commitment I’m not going in today.’
‘Medico!’, she demanded.
She never knew if the medical consultants that appeared on the screen were real or not but she’d never seen this one before. Much older — severe looking — who unsmilingly said, ‘Hello Amy we’re here to help.’
‘I’m ill! I can’t do my commitment today!’
‘There’s nothing on your biometrics to indicate you’re unfit for your social commitment Amy.’
‘Aren’t you supposed to help me?’ She simpered.
‘We’re always here to help Amy, but meeting your social commitment is important if you are to maintain your social status and there’s no biometric indication that you’re unfit.’
Amy feigned a whimper, ‘You don’t understand, I’m really stressed out.’
‘I know that, take your Trankilex.’
‘I haven’t any left!’
‘But you haven’t finished your prescription.’
‘I lost them!’
‘Unfortunately your status doesn’t qualify you for another casual absentee day Amy.’
‘Then I need more Trankilex!’
The Medico brusquely replied, ‘You must have some Amy.’
‘I’ve already told you, I lost them,’ Amy peevishly whined.
The Medico sighed resignedly, ‘You keep losing Trankilex Amy this can’t continue. Are you really sure you can’t meet your social commitment without a Trankilex?’
‘I’m really sure! ‘
‘Then I’ll mark you as a socially indisposed. Stay at home today Amy and wait for the health visitors.’
‘Health visitors resolve all socially indisposed cases Amy.’
Laying back in bed Amy thought, Well that was easy, I should’ve become socially indisposed sooner. The screen alarmed — interrupting her entertainment channel. It showed two strangers standing outside her door, confirming them as ‘Health Visitors’. Amy released the door lock and they entered the bedsit smiling, one of them saying to her, ‘Hello Amy! We’re here to help.’