[ WP ] World hunger is eradicated , and therefore human population expands to much . New law states that each year every human must join `` The Lottery '' where they can win a pass , or else will get deadly disease . You just lost the lottery

Lottery, they called it. Fucking stupid, the award being something you already have. Life. If you lost, then you lose it. 
 
 Someone in this line with me is going to lose, and they will make a scene and *I* will be forced to watch. Again, and not do anything. 
 
 `` Next contestant,'' the monotone computer stated. Signalling the person before me to go. Contestant? This is n't some fucking battle arena, we die in a waiting room, how much of a slap in the face could you get? 
 
 A sigh of relief came over the person before me as he scratched away at his ticket. I still think they took it too literally, but it was a genius way to administer the poison I think. 
 
 `` Next contestant.'' Ughh. Let's get this over with so I can get out of this florescent nightmare and back to work. 
 
 The machine struggled to deposit the slip to me, but it did come out. Whirring to a stop before I had to yank it from the slot. Using the back of my nail I scratched away. More annoyed than anything. 
 
 `` Wait, that's not right!'' the skull and crossbones staring into me on the slip of paper. `` I need to live! I have to!'' I screamed, trying to scrub desperately to the toxin under my nails. Surely too late but god dammit i have to try! 
 
 `` Please vacate the premises, you have our sincerest condolences.'' The robot repeated from it's automated script. 
 
 `` No! PLEASE!'' I looked for someone, anyone to help. But suddenly everyone's floor in front of them became the most interesting thing in the world, as none of them made eye contact. 
 
 It was already at work, I felt it. Every cry for help was in vein, and a waste of my already limited energy. 
 
 My throat burned, and my eyes ached with a dull pain. I do n't know whether it was from my desperate plea for help, or the poison. 
 
 Luke! Oh fuck I have to get home and say goodbye to my son! I said I loved him before I left but god dammit it was n't enough! Drawing every shred of energy I could muster, I got up from the painfully white floor and hobbled to the door. Each step harder than the last. Each step toward the door seemed to be a step away from it as my vision began to fail me. 
 
 The Floor now seemed to stretch beyond the horizon, the door always out of reach. My lungs were never full, they strained to get what little air I could. The floor was harder than I remember, I did n't even know I was on the ground until I felt my face burning from hitting it head on. 
 
 Is this it? I am going to die here?! I took one last look behind me at those around me. Everyone was looking at me, but no one wanted to step forward. No one cares now. This is it. This is my florescent tomb.
