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Geoffrey pulled the wooden door closed behind him and walked briskly down the street.  The bus stop was only around the corner, but in this rain he'd quickly catch a cold if he didn't hurry to the shelter.  He rounded the corner but saw that he was too late.  Three men stood in the rain as two old ladies perched on the seat beneath the shelter.  Silently, he joined the other men.  The elderly ladies needed this shelter much more than he did, so there was no consideration that he might deprive them of it.  When he reached their age, young men would stand in the rain so that he might stay dry.

The grey bus pulled up, nearly filled with people.  The four of them stood aside as the ladies boarded the heaving bus, on which young people moved aside to let them sit.  Two of the other men took the seats beneath the shelter - the two who looked more wet.  Geoffrey knew that, if the next bus was full, any new arrivals at the bus stop would pay him the same courtesy and allow him to sit beneath the shelter.

Three hours later, Geoffrey arrived at the uniform grey block in which he lived.  The bus journey was only an hour, but elderly people had arrived at semi-regular intervals to supersede him onto the bus.  Still, he was happy to be home.  He walked down the empty, grey corridor, up the bare, wooden stairs and across to his living quarter.  As the flimsy wooden door swung open, Nancy called a greeting from the kitchen.

Nancy worked at the medical centre only two blocks away, so she had already been home for two hours.  A simple dinner of roast turkey with vegetables waited for him, the smell filling the room.  Over dinner, they discussed their days at work and afterward tuned into the global news network to see what had happened in the world today.  Nothing much, as was often the case.  Geoffrey was glad at this news.  After all, if nothing happened, that meant nothing bad had happened.  They tuned into the entertainment channel for a short while, laughing at the simple, slapstick antics of one of the broadcasting company's comedic talents.  This show was the most popular in the world - besides the news - which was why it was aired directly after dinner-time.

With the show over, they briefly copulated since Nancy was at the most fertile part of her cycle.  After his husbandly duty was done, Geoffrey read before turning off the light and settling in for a good night's sleep, ready to rise with the sun for tomorrow's work day.

Geoffrey is just one of the billions of people in this world, but his life is just like everyone else's.  Exactly the same.  After all, in a world without greed, there is nothing to distinguish between us.  There is no drive to fulfil our dreams, no desire to make something more of ourselves.  There is simply function and necessity to give meaning to our existence.

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Geoffrey pulled the wooden door closed behind him and walked briskly down the street.  The bus stop was only around the corner, but in this rain he'd quickly catch a cold if he didn't hurry to the shelter.  He rounded the corner but saw that he was too late.  Three men stood in the rain as two old ladies perched on the seat beneath the shelter.  Silently, he joined the other men.  The elderly ladies needed this shelter much more than he did, so there was no consideration that he might deprive them of it.  When he reached their age, young men would stand in the rain so that he might stay dry.

The grey bus pulled up, nearly filled with people.  The four of them stood aside as the ladies boarded the heaving bus, on which young people moved aside to let them sit.  Two of the other men took the seats beneath the shelter - the two who looked more wet.  Geoffrey knew that, if the next bus was full, any new arrivals at the bus stop would pay him the same courtesy and allow him to sit beneath the shelter.

Three hours later, Geoffrey arrived at the uniform grey block in which he lived.  The bus journey was only an hour, but elderly people had arrived at semi-regular intervals to supersede him onto the bus.  Still, he was happy to be home.  He walked down the empty, grey corridor, up the bare, wooden stairs and across to his living quarter.  As the flimsy wooden door swung open, Nancy called a greeting from the kitchen.

Nancy worked at the medical centre only two blocks away, so she had already been home for two hours.  A simple dinner of roast turkey with vegetables waited for him, the smell filling the room.  Over dinner, they discussed their days at work and afterward tuned into the global news network to see what had happened in the world today.  Nothing much, as was often the case.  Geoffrey was glad at this news.  After all, if nothing happened, that meant nothing bad had happened.  They tuned into the entertainment channel for a short while, laughing at the simple, slapstick antics of one of the broadcasting company's comedic talents.  This show was the most popular in the world - besides the news - which was why it was aired directly after dinner-time.

With the show over, they briefly copulated since Nancy was at the most fertile part of her cycle.  After his husbandly duty was done, Geoffrey read before turning off the light and settling in for a good night's sleep, ready to rise with the sun for tomorrow's work day.

Geoffrey is just one of the billions of people in this world, but his life is just like everyone else's.  Exactly the same.  After all, in a world without greed, there is nothing to distinguish between us.  There is no drive to fulfil our dreams, no desire to make something more of ourselves.  There is simply function and necessity to give meaning to our existence.