"The Living End"

…A video of my latter years. 

Drone-camera glides about my darken digs. Paint peeling away. Windows broken. No matter since it’s summer year round. Half curled yellowed poster of Jimmy Hendrix on the wall. A water replicator in the kitchen as piped was cut off years ago in the rationing. Some tattered comics scattered about. 

My old flat screen in the corner. Unused in over a decade since everything is in the Cloud. The camera slowly floats up. I’m 92, and in my old reading chair. IV nutrients, and cocaine cola stabbed into my few functioning veins. 

These feedings maintained by “Satan on Wheels”.
A private charity that like others filled the niche left when Medicare Social Security, and kindness was defunded. 

I’m wearing a sniper proof safety vest, and helmet.  Got my FCC elder-plan VR-AI goggles on, and I’m happily in dream-realm. I wander the semi-legal “1957 Naked Boy Scout’s Jamboree, and Dadaist Ballet”. 

My “Satan-on Wheels” do-gooder home visitors checks my signs,…yep breathing, and brain waves still there. Checks my online status,...still in the “Ballet”. That, and with a meds induced big shit-eating grin on my aged face. The crew signs off on my account, and goes next door to check on the 110 year old retired fireman. That guy is always downloading “West World”,…thinks he’s a cowboy. It’s the end of the world, but everybody’s happy. The End.