BRISBANE, 15 JUNE, 2039: Chris shuffles into the homeless shelter. They’ve always been spartan places, but more so now than they ever were when she was a student and did some volunteer work here in 2014. 

Not that she has time to dwell on those memories much. She knew she never wanted to come here, but she’s finally given in. It’s just too dangerous outside. The bashings are getting harder to avoid. And if they get you, there’s no point in going to a hospital. If you don’t have private insurance (‘whatever that is,’ she mumbles, though she knows what it is) you pay an up-front fee that she has no chance of handing over. Or they don’t let you in.