[ WP ] In the future , governments uses a supercomputer to calculate the perfect job for everyone , at which they can brings out maximum contribution for the society . You just got a letter that says your perfect job is `` STAY AT HOME AND AVOID ANY INTERACTION WITH OTHER PEOPLE AT ALL CAUSES . ''

I stormed into the Department of Labor building for the Chicago area, clutched the sheet of printer paper that had my sentence on it. My entire graduating class had received their jobs, and even though I was valedictorian for my university I was told to avoid everyone and stay at home? I certainly had a lot to say about that to the Department of Labor, but I could easily sum it up into three. 
 
 Bull. Fucking. Shit. 
 
 Ever since the War of 2087, which is sometimes referred to as The Nuclear War, our government had become almost completely communist. We had a totalitarian dictator running the place, and a group of scientists who served as advisers, although they held no real power in government. There was no more voting, no more crime, no more Constitution. We were all ruled by one man, who was selected and controlled by something even greater. 
 
 A computer, developed by the same scientists who advise our `` leader'', Galen Jung, ran everything in this place. The computer was named Judge Judy; the scientists had originally named it Aleph-Null, but it decided that Judge Judy was a more fair and just name once it was given access to the Internet. My friends and I call it JJ. JJ chose the jobs in this society, the relationships, the schooling, the executive decisions, anything the government once ran. The Department of Labor was the physical side of her choosing jobs. There was a street that ran down the middle of every major city, named Judge Judy Way, that had a central building for each of the major departments. JJ had access to everything that they recorded in all of these buildings across the nation. There was no more paper anything, except for novels. But even those were typed and stored somewhere in JJ's memory. All transactions were moved to be completely electronic, so she know the net worth of every human. The only thing she did n't have access to were your thoughts, unless you voiced them in front of the thousands of cameras she controlled across the nation as well. 
 
 Which was what I was about to do to the people at the Department of Labor. Voice my thoughts. 
 
 As soon as I walk in, two guards walk over and attempt to stop me. I quicken my pace and lengthen my stride in order to stay ahead of them, knowing that they want to do this with as little commotion possible. I head to the main desk and ask to speak with someone about my job. The receptionist is confused at first: no one ever asks about their job, because their job is the perfect job for them, calculated by JJ herself. But, upon seeing the guards behind me, she turns away from me. I begin to scream at her, but before I can get a second word out my vision fades and I feel myself falling to the floor. 
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 I woke up in a cold metal chair, my legs under a cold metal table in front me which also held my wrists with a pair of cold metal handcuffs attached to the table. I did not understand why the room needed to be metal or cold, but I guessed I would find out soon enough. 
 
 A man entered the room, wearing a black suit and holding a file, super cliche-like. He takes a seat opposite me and opens up the file. Of the first few papers, I notice my grades, my family background, and, most importantly, my job. The words glared back at me, black and capitalized with nothing else around them. I hated even looking at them, but they were still staring, burning themselves into my memory: 
 
 **STAY AT HOME AND AVOID ANY INTERACTION WITH OTHER PEOPLE AT ALL COSTS. ** 
 
 The man seated before me began to speak. `` Good afternoon, Mr. Hadlin. I am Gregory Hanks. I am the director of the Department of Labor in Chicago. You may find it difficult to speak at the moment, as we have coated your mouth with multiple numbing agents which will render your tongue, lips, and the other muscles in your mouth ineffective until it wears off. I am aware that you have come to talk about your job placement.'' 
 
 I nodded slowly. I was beginning to understand the immensity of questioning absolute authority. 
 
 `` Mr. Hadlin, or, Peter, if I may, you have put us in a very bad spot. We have to tell you the meaning of your job, and this makes us very upset. You are the type of person that is a threat to society for questioning it. So, we will answer, which is what we hope will remove that threat.'' Hanks paused for a minute, then continued. `` Judge Judy has decided that we must have a reshuffling of leadership. She believes that she is no longer cutting-edge, and she needs new upgrades. Jung fully supports her, and is willing to go through with the upgrades. However, her scientists have committed mutiny, and are currently running for their lives away from Judge Judy. So, we need some new ones, and we need some new people that are strict enough to control people from abandoning their positions again.'' 
 
 I suddenly got where he was going with this. But, it did not prepare me in the slightest for what he was about to say. 
 
 `` Peter, we have chosen you to be a scientist. You will have three other colleagues, and you will have unlimited funding. Your new job is to upgrade Judge Judy. We told you to avoid all humans to break connections with them; no one must know where you are going. We were also doing this for your safety. Once the previous scientists are found, they will be publicly executed as an example of what happens to those who stand against Judge Judy and the government.'' 
 
 I sat in stunned silence. Even if I could speak, I would n't have been able to. 
 
 `` So, now you know the answer. If you decline, we kill you. If you accept, we wipe you off the face of the earth for the rest of your life. Which do you choose?'' 
 
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 I may be doing a Prompt Inspired on this one, it was fun to write!
