In the Year of our Lord, 2038 Show more
A man slinks, trying to go through neon lit alleyways without tipping off the surveillance cameras or drones overhead. His mission: to go see a doctor that might cure him of his social ailment. Bit by bit he ambles his way through, until eventually he finds the dim spot where the doctor prearranged to meet him. The doctor asks, "What is it that brings you here?". The man answers "Sir, my social credit score has been completely decimated by the recent developments within the Party." The doctor sagely answers, "Go and see Eugen to plead for your life, he might ratchet you up if he feels like it." Despairing and out of options, the man finally says, in an exasperated tone, "But Doctor, I am Eugen!"