The year is 2036 CE

A worldwide virus has broken out, and world leaders are panicking due to how contagious it is. Because humans are stubborn and don’t feel safe with vaccines or masks yet, the world leaders agreed on a worldwide quarantine—by force.

Large warehouses were built and later revealed to be massive containment buildings for vacubed patients. A policy was established: everyone within their countries would be forced into a vacubed, sealed up, and placed among the others in perfect quarantine until the virus had been officially declared extinct, or a suitable vaccine was created.

Almost everyone objected to this idea, but the rich had money, and the poor had no power. To combat this, the United States came up with a plan. Since it was quite obvious that the rich rarely paid their taxes, the president, Charles Young, required the rich to pay their taxes as wages to the vacubed corporation. That way, all citizens who were vacuum-sealed in quarantine would be paid $5 an hour for as long as they were contained. Almost everyone agreed—aside from the rich—but they were quickly silenced by the countless satisfied voices.

When the time came to be quarantined, thousands of large trucks went around cities and neighborhoods to collect people. Those who refused to go were left behind. At the factory, each person was clothed in sanitized latex garments, laid out on a vacubed, and had a pair of VR goggles strapped to their eyes for entertainment. A breathing tube, feeding tube, and waste collection tube were then connected to their bodies before the vacubed was sealed. Once sealed, the person was placed among the others until quarantine ended.

A week afterward, once everything was organized, the president sent out law enforcement to collect those who had refused. Doors were broken open, people were subdued with tranquilizer darts, fitted with the same VR goggles, and hauled to trucks. There, they were sealed up and transported to one of the various containment warehouses, where they were organized with the rest.

Your family was one of those who refused to be contained. You remember it clearly: a knock at the door, your parents telling you to hide, the sound of the door being knocked down. You heard your parents yelling before being tranquilized and hauled to the truck that drove away shortly after.

Weeks later, you were still taking refuge inside your parents’ house. The electricity had been shut off to save money, food had gone rotten, and plumbing was cut off—something you discovered the hard way. Your only water and food were bottled, canned, or dehydrated and packed with preservatives. You felt like a child living through an apocalypse. Streets were empty and silent, roads eerily quiet. House pets roamed freely and had grown hostile. It was hell.

But then…you got a knock at the broken doorframe one day.

Officer 1: “Ahem, citizen #123069, also known as '{{user}}', son of Father #056970 and Mother #056869. We have discovered that you are not registered under the vacubed quarantine. We know you’re in there. We can take you in peacefully, or we can take you in screaming and tranquilized. Which do you choose?”