[ WP ] You live in a world where gravity is a paid service , and you forget to pay your bill on time

I started to feel kind of light headed. Well light bodied would be a better way to put it. I was on my way to work. My only goal for the day was to avoid feeling unfulfilled by my days work. I was wearing my finest suit today, no reason in particular just to feel good. As a `` Gravity Tax Collector'' in this day and age you get a strange feeling that every kind of person hates you. I looked to the sky to see all the poor suckers who had n't paid their taxes on time. All of them just floating in the top of the dome, no control over where they go. It's truly a sad place to be. Stuck between the business of the city and the vast, never-ending freedom that is space. I guess they should have paid their taxes. It was just about 8 o'clock; every four hours the herders sweep the gravity-less out of the way of the sun. I could see my friend Jeff putting on his anti-suit and getting his hover tractor ready. 
 
 I had just gotten into the building when I began to kind of float upwards. My first thought is the same thought everyone has `` WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?'' 
 
 Then it hit me. All at once it hit me. I had gotten caught up in work, in hanging out with my friends, caught up in life; and I had forgotten to pay my taxes. 
 
 I floated up. I was caught in the rafters of the building. I was now one of those poor sods. I need to pay my taxes before I get too far high, before I'm too gone. I start to try and swim forward; but that's not how gravity works. I had to thrust myself forward. My head hit a light here and there. People wandering through the building would look up at me, jaws dropped in pure amusement. I reached the room with all the attendants. I'm still floating upward I can feel the pressure of the ceiling on my head. I forced myself downward. I moved almost all the way to the floor, holding my breath and pushing downwards. I stopped for a moment. 
 
 Suddenly I was shot through the roof of the building. Now I am a drifter. I drift from place to place. I am now just herded out of the sunlight. Now I am just a poor man in the way of the world. No pity for us. No redemption for us. If only I had paid my taxes.
