In this world, there are countless islands ruled in the same fashion. The laws are determined by what the people want. Even the weather can be changed to suit the majority's needs. I press the upvote button on my phone screen for sun tomorrow as a call comes in. It's one of my dealers. I answer,
"What is it?"
"Hey dude, I have a someone new who wants to buy some vax to deal."
On our island, vaccinations are illegal and the less desireable the job you have, the more you make. Couldn't imagine too many people here wanted to become a vaccine manufacturer, seeing as the majority voted for their ban. I've had to provide for myself since I turned 18, any more money given to me by my parents would've been considered inheritance. Yet another criminal offense.
"You know the deal with new distributers."
"Yeah, they say they can meet you in-person tomorrow."
"Okay, text me the details later."
At least being a vax maker makes me a pretty penny. One day though, I hope to see things running differently.
(Credit: Armando L. Sanchez/Chicago Tribune)
I walk to the usual corner to meet the new guy. Of course it's raining, I can never catch a break huh? I see a man standing near the street sign. This guy doesn't look like my usual associates. He's cleaner cut, standing straight, and his eyes seem to imply he knows something I don't. He thrusts his hand in the air in an offer to shake mine.
"You're the guy to see for vaxes, right?"
I don't know if I trust this guy. I'll take a chance and sell to him though. Or should I refuse?