The United Countries of Earth, or the UCE, was formed on July 4th, 2060. Shrewd American bureaucracy, of course, led to it, but that's not to say it couldn't have happened without the other countries actually agreeing to anything.
A united Earth. It was supposed to be the defining event in human history. It was just that, for all the wrong reasons.

I woke up and thought it was a joke. Haha, good one, I'll go to sleep and tomorrow will be April 2nd. As I flipped through my morning news channels, however, it occurred to me that there was no way they could all be in on this. The internet forums confirmed my fears.
I was one of the only survivors of the UCE's "Great Reduction".

"Only people with desirable traits have been left. Doctors, engineers, professors. Families with a history of being tall, strong and enduring. Some models, singers, and other performers. We have sped up natural selection for the human race."
They didn't mention that nearly every politician was still alive.

That was all it took. Some behind-the-scenes cabal among the UCE and all my friends are gone. My girlfriend, whose heart was the only thing bigger than her smile. My parents, grandparents, my whole family. All these people wiped from existence because they weren't deemed "desirable".
Why, why am I still alive? I'm no better than the majority of the population that was "reduced".

Luckily, stores still worked. Ever since so many became automated completely, they've had no need for clerks or anyone of the sort. I munched on Tic Tacs walking back to my house. I nearly spit the one I had in my mouth out when I saw someone else, walking casually down the sidewalk. "Hey!" I yelled at him, adopting a cautious stance.

Alright, that's all the info for my rp so far. If you feel the need to add your own background info to the story, go ahead and do so. I'll check and see if it works with what I have planned. Other than that, focus on your character and their development, and have fun~

Full body sobs. The cold bathroom floor. Blinding lights. Screaming.

I felt detached. So detached from my own body. My own cries. My own screams.

This couldn't be happening. They took innocent people. People who never harmed another living creature.

To leave me. The bane of existence. The black sheep, who found comfort in booze and drugs. I might be clean now, but I wasn't clean before. I don't know why I was left behind, when other people were taken away. People who would have seen the great age of twenty, if it hadn't been for a sponsor and court ordered sobriety.

Eventually, the full body sobs turned into hiccups. The bathroom floor was too cold. The blinding lights were now watery. The screaming hurt my throat.

"Keep your chin up girl, you can do this. You can keep sober," I was told at my weakest moment. Before, I thought going sober was the worse thing. But this was even worse.

The apartment I shared with my old best friend was empty. He was gone. I was alone.

I needed out of here. The only reason why he had let me stay with him was so I could get better.

I've got no choice but to get better soon.

Er, I hope you're still around to RP. It's been a while since this was posted...

Few people were around these days. Most had government jobs, and of course there were the entertainers. Cleaning jobs, repairs, and whatnot were mostly automated, done by robots or systems. The man was quite surprised to hear me. Maybe I'm not the only loner around here.

"Oh, wow, hi" he says cautiously.

"Sure is a surprise seeing someone else around here, you'd think it's just yourself what with how lonely it gets round' this place." I decide to try small-talk, something I haven't had the luxury of in weeks.

"I suppose, yeah, but I've always been a computer guy. I'm only walking because the government decided that being a programmer involves too much sitting around. Can't have their fresh take on humans getting lazy, I guess"

I try to hide my pain. For a second I had almost forgotten about the reduction. "There's so many fewer people now though..."

"Oh yeah, definitely. Isn't it great though? All those killers, hobos, you know, the trashy ones, gone. And... a fair amount of them minorities. Now it's just us, the better half of the population..."

I've already started walking away as I mumble a "I just remembered something I have to do" to him. I'll stick to being a loner for now.

Picking myself up off the floor, my head spun. I couldn't remember the last time I ate.

It had been days, surely. The detox was the worse part. But once I had something in my emancipated body, I would be fine.  All I was, was stick and bones. Nothing more.

Wrapping my arms around my body, I walked into the bedroom, then the living room, then out the door. I was going to stick around the apartment that wasn't mine.

I could find somewhere else to stay. No one would turn me down, Simone Manchester, the singer extraordinaire. My claim to fame was singing and the guitar.

Stumbling outside into the blinding sun, I heard people talking. It was an odd sensation, to hear other voices around me after only hearing my own.

I just couldn't remember how to speak. I was still too weak.

I load up my computer. The shock of... everything has begun to wear off, the need for survival replacing what was left of it.
 
As I tap around the monitor (didn't have enough credit for a fancy projector, or the holoscreens that the elite sport for their computers) I think about what my grandfather had told me about computers back in the "Age of the Internet" or the age of smartphones, depending on who you ask. Computers back then had to actually start up, and a mouse was necessary for almost all screens. Some of the mice weren't even wireless.

I think about this as I look through the job listings. How I took things for granted, how I didn't even say "I love you" to Ema. Maybe that's what the old man was getting at.
I suppose I can't ask him now.