Soylent Asylum

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Soylent Asylum
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October 8th, 2019There was an announcement about the government's new cost cutting plans today. The welfare state has to go they said. No more free schools or free healthcare, not even mental healthcare. If they hadn't made the following statement immediately after, the nurse would have had to tranquilize me again.Forced labor eight hours a day for us poor 'poor' patients and the food is getting the dreaded downgrade. It's zooplankton and kelp all day all week from now on unless you buy real food from the kitchen. That's right, the kitchen will be rented out to some business to save on the dough. They wont need that whole thing to serve the new meals. We'll get served from a big ol' black cauldron over an open fire outside and the 'food' will be supplied by local fishermen. This made me too depressed to make a fuss. There was all the other people around to take care of that. Not felling like wenting my anger, I went to bed and stared at the roof for the whole night, listening to sad sad songs and thinking about my escape and plankton, but mostly plankton and other disgusting green, brown or red things like snot, shit and blood and how I'd like to throw a whole lot of them at he Prime Minister.It's used for everythin these days it seems. I remember when oil was used for power plants; those were the days I'd tell you. The smell was so good, almost as good as tobacco; but you wouldn't know either one. Now algea are put into plastic containers and work as both energy and food sources in the dessert. Where there's enough water we scoop up billions of tiny critters in our nets and cook them, and a while ago we made oil out of them as well. But that's not economical with the demand for food being this high and the advent of genetically engineered bacteria and all. We all know who's to blame for the food shortage though; bloody atheist cultists, reproductivists, with their harems and hundreds of lil'ones all living on welfare. I had to snigger thinking about it. And a sheepish grin remained on my face for minutes afterward. I wonder what they'll do now. A well. I guess there'll be blood on the streets tomorrow or mass emmigration or something. It's nice to know I'm not the only one getting shafted at least. I have to go now, it's time for my pills. Byebye.