And as often as not that dream is a nightmare. Dreampt of a future where “unemployed” people were given “Jobs” that predominantly consisted of working in, or operating, whorehouses. They were located on almost every corner and were staffed by workers paid by the government. Attendance was mandatory, and they had (Supposedly) something for everyone.

Since they were all government workers they were, of course, inefficient, surly, annoying to be near, and unionized. You were expected to pay a visit every week, where you would be paired up with a “Servicer” of the FedGov’s choosing (A personality profile insured a “Perfect match”) who would insult and abuse you, making rude comments about your body, and if you couldn’t perform you were assessed an additional fee.

Muslims could opt out, but the only way Christians could was if they donated 20% of their post-tax income to the house closest to them, which meant the houses in religious communities were unspeakably wealthy, and had huge political power. Since everyone, even the hideous and disturbed, were getting laid on a regular basis, nobody would lift a finger to do anything about it. The houses were called “President Sander’s Health Zones”.