Everything should be recyclable in the future, shouldn't it?

Josh stood, staring at the wall. The poster-sized image was one he'd never expected to see, at least not like this... As an actual employee of the company he'd always dreamed of working for.

"The Values of Dynamic Extend Corporation:
1. Superior market value and customer satisfaction define our company
2. Employee associates will consistently deliver superior market value and customer satisfaction
3. Executives and board members will consistently ensure superior market value for our shareholders

Dr Marian Noel looked out on the desolation and ruins a few feet from her laboratory window. Apart from a few sections of the once titanic facility, all that was left were the armoury and science block where she stood on the 15th floor.
Taking off her white rimmed oval glasses the sharpness of what her spectacles delivered became dull, hazy; maybe this was a good thing? She thought. Her eyes immediately began to sting with the strain and she placed the glasses back on, bringing back the vision she could do without.

Meet Dave, the protagonist of this story. He lives in a small bungalow which sits in the most heavily industrialised area of Coventry. He doesn’t own a television, just a small old-fashioned radio and a dangerously overcrowded book shelf. Of all the seasons, autumn and winter are his favourites; when the trees are dyed with reds and oranges or absent of leaves altogether. Dave never ate his vegetables as a child nor did he eat any at the age of thirty-three and a half, the age he was now. His least favourite day of the year is St. Patrick’s Day, and his least favourite animals are frogs.

In the dark, the doctor stands over her daughter’s bed. In her hands, the X-Ray. The translucent sheet is inches above wheezing Ali’s writhing, shriveled lungs, buried beneath a barrier of flesh and cotton. A small pole of light connects the square of dark plastic and the 9 year-old’s green pajama top.