Introduction: "Don''t kill me I can work. I can work." The screams of the eighty-year-old grandma echoed in my ears as I headed to work. An old man called out "I have money " I snorted he was in a camp his children would already have declared him dead and his money would have gone to them. Keeping my head down I repeated my mantra There is nothing to be done.This is a short story. I am basing it in a future where the us government decide to use a policy of benign neglect on old people. Basically due to massive debt issues they declare anyone over 60 as dead and begin to kill them off.The world is set in a grim future where due to rising sea levels and temperature levels famine has wiped out much of the life on Earth....