London, 2113.Racked by riots and ruled by corporations, London has grown to house over twenty-million people. Its limits stretch across the south-west of England.Pollution chokes the skyline, hiding the stratoscrapers of The Mile, London’s exclusive centre, from sight; though its gaudy neon signs penetrate the smog. Corporations rule after the collapse of the mid-2000s. The NHS, under strain from underfunding and the barrage of pandemics, chemical attacks and terrorism, found itself sold off, piece by piece, to the highest bidder. The augmentation companies moved in; buying what they liked. The National Health Bank rose, supplemented by other privatised care centres.
Tim Mendees is a horror writer from Macclesfield in the North-West of England that specialises in cosmic horror and weird fiction.
It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it, right? Refuse collection is a miserable task at the best of times, but Matthew’s life is about to get a whole lot worse.
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