[ WP ] America in 2065 . Unemployment is over 60 % . Your character is an unemployed young adult . What is their life like ?

`` Move aside citizen,'' came the voice. An almost perfect, almost human voice. 
 
 John looked up knowing who made it, a large white cylinder levitating just so from the ground, its bright blue optics continuall scanning the blockage preventing it from completing it's daily routine. John simply sidled against the wall and looked out at the busy sidewalk hemmed by the busy street then to his side as the bot continued to idle, many behind him begining to pile up. 
 
 `` Step aside, subject John Carpenter,'' 
 
 Ah, now it was trying to be personal, saying his whole name. It had been awhile since anything called him that, usually it was subject, bum, or human. Looking up at the bot John squinted his eyes then sidled a bit down the sidewalk, not enough to allow the growing crowd to pass, but enough to keep the bot from contacting the authorities. 
 
 `` Subject John Carpenter, official warning one, article three, line dash niner sixteen, blocking a public access point,'' 
 
 He had three warnings, but John was n't about to press his luck, protections and laws were exceedingly flexible when it came to his type and he did n't expect an emotional appeal to go over well with a judge, as the judge would be a bot too. 
 
 As John walked into an alley the gathered up group releasing and continued on their way towards their purposeful tasks and jobs, he looked down at his hands and thought about that name. John Carpenter. 
 
 He was n't stupid he had an education, everyone did it was the law. He knew all about names, especially surnames and how they came to be. Someone in his family was once a carpenter, a long time ago no doubt, there had n't been trees in nearly a decade that were n't domed over. He wondered if he could have been a good one, then he looked down at his hands and counted the fingers. 
 
 Three. 
 
 It was n't his fault, he was born this way, an unfortunate mutation in an otherwise healthy organism known as society. For his crime of being born he was scorned by those few humans who remained useful and ignored by the bots who did the rest. 
 
 Their silence did n't bother them, bots were made with purpose in mind, their names reflected what they were going to do, handy bot, repair bot, warbot. Here he was though, with a name that meant nothing. 
 
 Did that mean he too 
 
 Was nothing.
