The Big Tissue

Since the Human Wars and the compulsory vaccinations for all adults in the UK Economic Zone had decimated the population (just like everywhere else in the western world). Jobs for human beings became harder and harder to find as machines took their places in society.
George Herod was an award winning entrepreneur and a commited UK socialist. He was in his thirties, drove a Tesla and always wore the latest fashions from Communist China. One.day on his morning drive to work, the winter sun was perfectly aligned with the bluest of skies. He could see whole families arranging their worldly goods on tattered blankets, drones buzzed over head carrying shopping bags as it was rare to see someone shopping in person these days.
Herod turned up the car's heating and increased the volume on his Audio book which was
Keir Starmer s Masterpiece of a memoir:
"Tough Choices." which he had managed to complete writing just before his assassination all those years ago now before the Human Wars took hold.
As Herod looked from his window down the line at the abject misery on view beneath the drones darting about overhead he spotted a few girls aged between say twelve and eighteen who possessed some Lolitaesque charms.
Then it struck him!
His big idea for the day!
He would call the show.
The Big Tissue: Winner Takes All.
He immediately put his talking book on pause and started narrating his idea into the cars microphone.
"We will hold auditions nationwide with make up tutorials for the teen girls as well as free branded clothing and complimentary vodka shots! The men will all be fresh from off the boat migrants! Fighting aged males! Men who have come to conquer these lands in ways the British people have now learnt to accept! They've all been through so much! So why shouldn't they enjoy the spoils!
There will be an arena of sorts lined with mattresses. The ratio of English girls to men will be one to five, this will encourage group bonding amongst the guys. The girls should know by now that they will be taking on five guys at once after.all this is the UK in 2030!."
Herod smirked as he continued his monologue into the cars microphone.
"Drones will catch all the footage of the action and live stream it to subscribers phones. Accounts will be easy to access through service providers. Once the few remaining girls have exhausted the men's passions they will be encouraged to pair off into lesbian double teams under the influence of heroin, GHB and coke amongst other legally aquired substances. The winner will be the last remaining girl who rings the bell, victoriously!"
George Herod concluded his monologue and demanded his Tesla increase its speed towards the office complex. As the blue of the sky became almost Lanzarote like from the cars heated interior, he guessed that he had around ten minutes left of the journey. George rang the phone of his eight year old daughter's mobile Eliza Herod..
"Hi Darling, it's Daddy, are you ready for school?"
"Yeth Daddy." Said the apple of his eye, cracking him up with her mispronouncing of certain words.
"I got run cos Mummy said get in Car."
Herod felt like crying with happiness listening to his daughters voice.
"Send your Mummy a big kiss from me." 
He said as the Tesla instructed the gates on the office complex open with a smooth transition that barely required a reduction in speed.

Car Jack.

George Herod made his way to his familiar parking space.
"Creatures of habit,, aren't we?"
He thought with a little smile as he checked for messages on his phone. The name he was looking for ravenously was Liz, his mistress.
It had been two days what was she.doing playing hard to get!?
They had only been seeing each other a couple of weeks.
WTF was she playing at?
George Herod grabbed his briefcase, wallet, keys and phone.
As he went to open his car door he noticed two black girls stood there as if they were waiting for him.
He didn't recognise either of them.
"Can I help you girls?" Herod asked as they looked at each other and grinned.
It was at this moment that the larger of the two girls raised her hand to reveal the long blade of the machete.
She struck George Herod in the face with the weapon, killing him instantly.
The machete girls accomplice then went through all George's pockets and removed his wedding ring and Patek watch. She undid his shirt cuff and rolled up his sleeve slightly. The machete girl then proceeded to hack off George Herod's right hand.
She tested the thumb print against Herod's phone and the Tesla's security lock.
The car started without any drama as the girls slowly drove out of the office complex and made their way towards the direction of the city.



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