“It’s a shame she didn’t get enough work done this week, I really liked her. She always was nice to her neighbors” the man in The Department of Labor Management remarked to his partner. 

He turned to his computer, double checked the work quota and pressed a key, silently sending a signal to the state mandated brain implant that shut down the woman’s body instantly. She felt no pain. 

Someone would pick her up in the morning to take her to be burned. A handful of bodies were used as fertilizer in the few farms that remained, but mostly everyone wound up in a giant silky dune of cremains. The technologists were working on ways to extract more from the bodies; scarce chemicals and compounds. 

Labor Management deaths were forbidden burials as it would take too much time away from work, for mourning. Plus while everyone knew it had to be done — nonproductive people with no other means had to die, society simply cannot support them— no one liked to look it in the eye.

This is from the sci fi dystopia I would write called the department of labor management. lol. I have so many ideas for it mostly out of my own future predictions

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you need to write it and put it out for us cause this seems like something i would love reading