[ WP ] Your character wakes up and discovers his house has been inexplicably moved overnight .

Things had gotten pretty bad. We should have seen the signs. There were protests in the streets, people talking about everyone `` pulling their own weight.'' I knew what that meant, I worked two jobs, so did my wife, we pulled our own weight and then some. So what if we were broke, we spent our money on our kids; private school, piano lessons; our kids were going to do better than we did. 
 
 It did n't matter, on the night of the gas, it was us. It was my fault, really. My wife wanted a new house in the newest subdivision. I sold her on the benefits of owning an old home in an older but still nice part of town. I did n't know. 
 
 When the bill was passed, without public knowledge, it was pretty simple. Any house built on block or pile and beam construction was to be relocated. Modern homes on ground level cement foundation were fine. 
 
 The gas worked well. They had trained anesthesiologists administering it. When we woke up, and saw that our entire house had been relocated to the white trash reservation, we knew right away. 
 
 To be honest, it is n't so bad. We're in a neighborhood of people like ourselves, we work hard, we have nothing to show for it. We do n't have to keep up the pretense of being like them, those who have a lot to show for their work. 
 
 
 My wife took it harder than I did. She filed several papers citing noble heritage. When the DNA came back showing strong Irish and Slavic heritage, the case was thrown out. 
 
 The kids seem happy. They and my son-in-laws raise kids in the provided trailers. They say that it is our natural habitat. 
 
 Sometimes I get angry. Like on non-dependence day; when they flash their banners of Ayn Rand and Francis Galton, but then I remember, it is just my bad genes, the same genes that would have made me join the IRA in a different world. I will behave, for the children, so that one day, they may rejoin the world.
