‘But, Overseer, in our Perfect New World, everyone is supposed to have a job. This is what we are taught, and our teachers were adamant there would be no exceptions.’
‘I know, Child. You’ve identified the very problem I’m contending with.’
The Overseer is a kind and friendly man. The kindest and friendliest, they say. That’s why he got this position. It always goes to someone like that, thankfully. He is round and hairless and he smiles a great deal.
‘I have reached Employable Age, Overseer. All of my peers have been assigned jobs.’
‘But there are simply no jobs left.’
Read the full story in issue 38 of Dream Catcher magazine: http://www.dreamcatchermagazine.co.uk/html/issue_38.html