With his termination from his last job, he knew the clock was ticking. If he didn't find an income within six months, he'd be remade into a productive member of society. Even now, the need was still dire, and any possibility of escaping that sentence would be virtually nil.
As the email chirped into his phone, he needed only read the subject line before sending it to the trash. He hadn't been worried at first, but five months later, he realised quite how competitive the jobs market was. The next message to arrive was a one month countdown, with an appointment time, and a destination already attached. A stern warning not to attempt to flee, and the threat of the consequences.
Charles had already lowered his standards, and was applying for jobs that were beneath him... or beneath his qualifications. Sadly, they were becoming irrelevant, and his skillset losing significance as time crawled by. The unexpected downside, was that his intelligence was seen as a negative for those other jobs. There were more applicants, and more with experience and less incentive to hire him.
As the final days passed, Charles was going door to door offering to work for virtually nothing. Alas, he woke on his final dawn as a man, with his alarm sounding. His calendar chirpily telling him he only had one appointment today. He managed to reach the toilet before he threw up.
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