\nThe Piggly Wiggly is out of Cinna-Stars cereal. What a stupid way to go broke.\n<\/p>\n
\nOh, they have the off-brand. Cinnamon Galaxies, with their smug little astronaut holding a spoon out in the void, like he\u2019s about to open up his face plate to shove some into his mouth hole, only to have his brains sucked out into the vacuum of space. Or whatever happens up there. What would I know about that? I just buy groceries for rich assholes for a living.\n<\/p>\n
\nI want to pull my own gas mask off, rip open a box of Galaxies and give them a try, see if they\u2019re a suitable replacement. But that\u2019d be pointless. It\u2019s never about the taste for my clients. It\u2019s about the status. I give them a box of the off-brand, and the next time they\u2019re hosting a soiree, some stockbroker opens a cupboard, sees the cheap shit and says, \u201cMy my, Nelson, you\u2019ve fallen on hard times!\u201d and then they\u2019re the laughingstock of the neighborhood, jettisoned from society, cast out into the Valley without their top-of-the-line air filters, all because some punk-ass Shopper bought them Cinnamon Galaxies instead of Cinna-Stars.\n<\/p>\n
\nThey probably have Cinna-Stars in Asheville, but that\u2019s a good fifteen miles away and if I got jumped with all the rest of Nelson\u2019s groceries, I may as well take the gas mask off right now and save myself the trouble.\n<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ve resigned myself to showing up with only 98% of the groceries on the list and receiving only 25% of my pay as a result, when I see it. The cereal aisle ends right in front of the meat shelves and there\u2019s another Shopper looking for the right cut of steak. He\u2019s comparing thickness, weight, date, probably texture and antibiotic levels too, and his back is turned. His cart is almost full, but halfway up, pressed against the right side, is a pristine Family Size box of Cinna-Stars.\n<\/p>\n
\nIt will be mine.\n<\/p>\n
\nThere\u2019s no time to plan. He won\u2019t be looking at steaks forever.\n<\/p>\n
\nHis cart is positioned broadside to my aisle and I go for it. I grip the handlebar and take off at a sprint. He hears the squeaky wheel and without even turning around to see what I\u2019m about to do, he crouches down with his shoulder against his cart. It\u2019s too late for me to stop. When I make contact, the impact that should knock his cart over and send the Cinna-Stars spilling out is transferred to him. I don\u2019t even knock him all the way down. He grips the edge of the meat shelf and he\u2019s back on his feet in seconds. This is not his first rodeo. Shit.\n<\/p>\n
\nNow that I get a better look at him, I know I\u2019m outclassed. The guy\u2019s gas mask is a new model, Omni-Seal brand with the slim adhesive face grip, not like my bulky apparatus that makes me look like a ghost from World War 2. Dude\u2019s even got a ShockStick in his belt, and honestly, if he decides to use it, I\u2019m just going to let him. I\u2019ve earned it. He\u2019s clearly got a Patron; he\u2019s not a freelancer like me.\n<\/p>\n
\nTo my surprise, instead of popping me with enough volts to cook a chicken, he puts both his hands up like he\u2019s surrendering.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cWhat do I have that you need, friend?\u201d he asks. His voice is clear.\n<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m completely unprepared for his tone and his accent. He sounds almost posh, with that crisp unaccented diction you only hear out of newscasters. Definitely not from the Carolinas.\n<\/p>\n
\nEverything about this interaction is confusing. There\u2019s no point in trying to play tricks. Best to be honest.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThe Cinna-Stars,\u201d I say.\n<\/p>\n
\nHe grabs the box from his cart. \u201cThis? I\u2019ve heard good things about them. But you probably need them more than I do.\u201d He proffers them to me.\n<\/p>\n
\nHesitantly, I take them, expecting him to have a spring-loaded bear trap up his sleeve and snap my forearm in half. But no. He lets go as soon as my hands are on the box.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cDo you have any recommendations for a replacement?\u201d he asks. \u201cI was hoping to try them out.\u201d\n<\/p>\n
\nI have no answer. It\u2019s a simple question, but there\u2019s so much about it that makes no sense. Nobody actually inside a grocery store ever cares what something tastes like. We only care what our clients think it tastes like. Unless his Patron actually allows him to eat meals with them, there is only one explanation.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cAre you\u2026shopping for yourself?\u201d I ask. I should be sprinting away, straight through the barcode scanners and out to my car, but I\u2019m too fascinated. Nobody shops for themselves. That\u2019s like cleaning the toilets in a public restroom for fun. You let the professionals handle it or you could get killed.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cFigured I\u2019d give it a go,\u201d he says with a nonchalant shrug. Like he isn\u2019t one wrong move away from ending up in the body disposal units behind the Piggly Wiggly.\n<\/p>\n
\nI suddenly become aware of how vulnerable I am, distracted by this strange man. I\u2019m easy prey. Anybody could sneak up behind me and sever my oxygen tank or steal from my cart. I whip my head around, but it\u2019s just us.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou haven\u2019t answered my question, friend,\u201d the stranger says.\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cUh, right. Cinnamon Galaxies,\u201d I say. \u201cI hear they taste the same.\u201d\n<\/p>\n
\n\u201cVery kind of you.\u201d He makes a gesture like he\u2019s tipping his cap at me. His Omni-Seal doesn\u2019t budge, not even a millimeter.\n<\/p>\n
\nI nod to him and sprint out of the store, past the scanners at the door charging everything to my client\u2019s account. On my way to load up my rusted Honda, I pass a 2051 Jaguar Luna, with solar panels so efficient, they charge in the moonlight. There\u2019s only one person that car could belong to. What the fuck is he doing here?\n<\/p>\n
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\n\u201cCongratulations, Maddox, you\u2019re a star on RichTok,\u201d my roommate, Nance, says when I get back to our apartment.\n<\/p>\n
\nNance\u2019s job is combing through privileged people\u2019s posts on social media and calling out problematic behavior to his substantial following. Enough rich people feel guilty enough to send him some cash to his Patreon that he doesn\u2019t need to do anything else. Still, he hasn\u2019t moved into a better neighborhood yet, so he can\u2019t be doing that <\/em>well.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cShit, he was filming?\u201d It has to be the guy from the grocery store. I can\u2019t think of another interaction I\u2019ve had that\u2019d be worthy of going viral online.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cLivestreaming.\u201d Nance points me to his computer screen as I watch myself charging down the cereal aisle. The bastard had a rear-facing camera. No wonder he was ready for me.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cHilarious try with ramming his cart,\u201d Nance says. \u201cYou would\u2019ve gotten your ass kicked if he wasn\u2019t trying to make himself look like a hero.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cLucky me.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cI\u2019ll say. I\u2019ve been scrolling through this guy\u2019s posts. He\u2019s been training in jiu jitsu for three months to participate in an \u2018Empathy Challenge,\u2019 where they try to see how the less fortunate live.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI laugh. \u201cYes, we less fortunate with our personal combat instructors, Omni-Seal masks, ShockSticks, rear-facing cameras with live feed to our eyepieces, Jaguar Lunas, and then driving back to our mansions in Biltmore Forest.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nNance narrows his eyes. \u201cHow\u2019d you know where he lives?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWhere else could he possibly live?\u201d Biltmore Forest is one of the last places in the Blue Ridge Mountains that still has birds. They built a dome over it to keep the poisoned air out. But if I even get within sight of the Biltmore Dome, I\u2019ll get shot by a sniper. Can\u2019t have the rabble lowering property values.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cFair point,\u201d Nance says. \u201cIf you\u2019re curious, RichTok seems to like you well enough. You didn\u2019t actually try to kill the guy, so they think you\u2019re one of the good ones.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cThat\u2019s me. A noble savage.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nNance snort laughs. \u201cYou want to monetize this?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cHow much?\u201d I would rather die than be on social media regularly, but I\u2019d be willing to open an account for a few weeks to rake in extra some money.\n<\/p>\n \nNance shrugs. \u201cA few thousand, maybe. The guy you ran into has a pretty big following. He might even signal boost you if you make a post asking for money, then we\u2019re talking tens of thousands. At least enough to cover expenses for a few months.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWhy would they do that?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cOh, man, you don\u2019t understand rich people at all, do you? They\u2019ll do anything to make themselves feel like good people as long as they can keep some distance from the rest of us.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI can feel the genesis of an idea brewing in me. I should just count myself lucky I ran into this rich guy, milk it while I can, and then get on with my life. But if I were the type of person who made good decisions, I probably wouldn\u2019t have ended up as a Shopper.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cBesides going to grocery stores, what other things do they do for these Empathy Challenges?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cIt\u2019s all stupid. Like eating ramen for a week, wiping their asses with the single-ply paper, going a day without air conditioning.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI shake my head. \u201cI\u2019m not interested in what they do at home. What types of things get them out of the Dome?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nNance pauses. \u201cWhy?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cBecause if a single interaction with a rich guy can pay the bills for a month, just think how much a recurring character could earn.\u201d\n<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \nNance and I spend the rest of the day scrolling RichTok and coming up with a plan. I create an account and message the Shopper, whose real name we discover to be Callum Raines. I thank him for his help, apologize for trying to steal the Cinna-Stars, and make it seem like he was my hero. Which, I hate to admit, isn\u2019t far from the truth. Because of him, I was able to complete a perfect delivery and receive my full payment, which means I can take a couple of days off shopping and relax for once. And plan how to fuck with him for money. I almost feel guilty about that last part. Almost.\n<\/p>\n \nTwenty minutes later, Callum responds:\n<\/p>\n \nHey Maddox, I\u2019m glad I was able to help you out today! And don\u2019t feel bad about trying to take the cereal. I know how it is out there now lol! I\u2019m just glad you were the one trying to get them instead of someone violent. That could\u2019ve been bad. I\u2019m happy I could give your story a boost. It\u2019s the least I could do. -Callum<\/em>\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cGood news,\u201d I tell Nance. \u201cCallum knows how it is out there.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cAnother Empathy Challenge success story.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n Over the next three days, we spend our time browsing other Empathy Challenge posts, trying to get a sense of what Callum might do next. Nance is more excited about it than I am, but he lives online and he\u2019s a pro at turning social media into money. This is his area of expertise, so I stay out of the way.\n<\/p>\n \n \nDespite our intensive research, Callum\u2019s next challenge still catches us off-guard. I\u2019m out on another Shopping run when Nance calls me.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cCode Red. The target is on the move.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cEnglish, Nance.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cLook at Callum\u2019s livestream. If we want to do this, we have to do it now.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nWe haven\u2019t worked out the logistics of anything yet, other than the basic outline of a plan. We were going to catch Callum on his next challenge, Nance was going to pretend to try to rob him, and I was going to step in and save the day, thus endearing myself to his audience, and hopefully raising enough money to not just pay a few bills, but to lift ourselves out of the Valley entirely, to somewhere the air is only sort of poisoned and you don\u2019t need a mask indoors if you have the right home air filters.\n<\/p>\n \nI switch on Callum\u2019s stream. He\u2019s on a bus, sitting near the front so as to catch as many of his fellow riders in the background as possible.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cAs you can see, while most people are minding their own business, there are a handful who seem to be hostile to my presence here,\u201d Callum says to his camera. He\u2019s still wearing his Omni-Seal, but he has the Transparent feature on so his whole face can be seen.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cThe smell isn\u2019t too<\/em> bad,\u201d he continues. \u201cBut it still manages to sneak into the Omni-Seal somehow. I can\u2019t tell if it\u2019s the air or the people, though I\u2019ve heard if you live in it, you get used to it.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nHe\u2019s talking loud enough that everyone around him can hear. The bus is pretty full, and while most people are actively ignoring him, the couple in the seats one row back and on the other side of the aisle are looking agitated.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cI\u2019m a little surprised by just how<\/em> dirty the people here are,\u201d he says. \u201cI know outside the Dome they don\u2019t have the water rations to take daily showers, but I didn\u2019t think dirt could build up that fast.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nThe other bus riders are maskless. The buses clean the inside air enough that it won\u2019t kill you, and the more we use our masks, the quicker the filters wear out.\n<\/p>\n \nThe guy behind Callum reaches over and taps him on the shoulder. \u201cBuddy, can you shut the fuck up before I rip that mask off and show you what it really smells like downtown?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nCallum turns his head to apologize, and I catch a glimpse through the window of the old Mellow Mushroom restaurant. It\u2019s all I need to place him. I close the stream and call Nance back.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cHe\u2019s in Asheville, riding the 5-Line southbound,\u201d I tell him. \u201cAbout midway through the route. What is this challenge, just riding a bus?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cEnd to end, and back, yeah. The 5-Line lets off at Beaver Lake by the Country Club on the north end. The south end stop isn\u2019t nearly as nice. The Club has a secure parking lot there where he could leave his Jaguar. That has to be where he got on. You\u2019re sure he was going south?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI\u2019ve wandered away from my cart. Sorry to the Smallwood family, but I have more important things to worry about than getting the right frozen breakfast burritos.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cYeah, man, I\u2019m sure. They just passed the Mellow Mushroom on the left. We have maybe an hour before he\u2019s back at Beaver Lake. Are we doing this?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cDrop everything and meet me there.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI cancel the Smallwood order, which will lower my rating on CashCart, but if everything goes right, I\u2019ll never have to set foot in a grocery store again.\n<\/p>\n \n \nBy the time I get to the Beaver Lake bus stop, Callum is on his way back, but it\u2019ll be a while before he reaches me. I shoot Nance a text letting him know where I am and ask when he\u2019ll be there. He texts me back a minute later.\n<\/p>\n \nChange of plans. We have to be sure we get this on camera. What if he wraps it up as he pulls into the last stop? We\u2019d just be assaulting him and no one would see you play hero. I\u2019m boarding downtown so I can start shit while we can be sure he\u2019s still streaming.<\/em>\n<\/p>\n \nI hate improvising something like this. There are so many ways it could go wrong. Am I supposed to wait here and hope that Nance is able to keep up an assault long enough for me to jump in without getting jiu-jitsu chopped straight to the hospital? There\u2019s no way.\n<\/p>\n \nThe plan was always supposed to rely on surprise, for me to save Callum in the split second before he realizes he\u2019s being attacked and reaches for his ShockStick. The only way this works is if I\u2019m already there. Which means I have to go back a few stops and board and hope Callum doesn\u2019t recognize me. Fortunately, I was wearing my mask last time we interacted.\n<\/p>\n \nI go back to my car and drive toward Asheville, and I\u2019m able to find a street parking spot only a block away from the bus stop. It\u2019s a bit of a No Man\u2019s Land out here, too far away from downtown to have any businesses, but not quite into the suburbs. Nobody else is at this bus stop and nobody is underway. This part of town is residential, and I\u2019d guess most of the people who live here work at the Country Club, keeping it in pristine shape for their patrons.\n<\/p>\n \nI let Nance know my plan and he responds moments later.\n<\/p>\n \nGood thinking. Bus is almost empty now. Three stops away from you. Will commence as soon as you\u2019re on.<\/em>\n<\/p>\n \nWhile I wait, I take my mask off. The mild sulfur smell becomes overpowering, and there are notes of other things in it, too, like a complex coffee. The smell of a rotting carcass, likely coming from the sewer grate nearby, is a reminder that humans aren\u2019t the only creatures that have adapted to this version of the world. We\u2019ve still got plenty of rats and bugs, too. I breathe in deep through my nose and take in the rest. There\u2019s gasoline and petrichor and charred meat and also a synthetic mint smell that\u2019s the primary reason we can\u2019t be without our masks for more than a few hours.\n<\/p>\n \nA mechanical trash pigeon coos on the sidewalk beside me, but the speaker is busted and the sound is garbled. It scoops up a wad of discarded chewing tobacco in its beak and flies off somewhere else.\n<\/p>\n \nI\u2019ll be really sick tonight because of this. I have to remind myself what we\u2019re trying to accomplish. We\u2019re not meant to live like this.\n<\/p>\n \nSoon, the bus pulls up, and I get on near the back. I expect to see Nance in one of the seats a few rows behind Callum, but he\u2019s slumped over against the side wall with a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.\n<\/p>\n \nAlarm bells go off in my head.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cNice to see you again, Maddox,\u201d Callum says with mock sincerity.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWhat did you do to him?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWebber Nance, lives at 1923 Wallace Avenue in a one-bedroom apartment with Maddox Fisher, who recently created the account @MadFishermann on RichTok. I wonder what these two are doing on the 5-Line this far away from home? Could it have something to do with me?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nHe\u2019s still streaming, the bastard.\n<\/p>\n \nNance still hasn\u2019t moved, but I\u2019m afraid if I go check on him, Callum will cheapshot me. Whatever weapon he has on him, it obviously packs a punch.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cShoutout to user @Renegade_Wealth, you win the bet. Maddox did<\/em> try to crash my stream. I\u2019ll be gifting you a year\u2019s sub to the channel and sending you a box from Modern Vintage Winery, the sponsor of today\u2019s stream. New wines with a distinctive, aged flavor. That\u2019s the Modern Vintage promise.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nDuring Callum\u2019s ad break, Nance starts convulsing.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWhat the fuck happened to him?\u201d I ask.\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cHe was threatening me, so I used a PunctureDart, the newest product from ShockStick. Friend of the channel. Love their products. As you can see, they\u2019re very effective.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cWill he be okay?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cThat\u2019s gonna be a wrap for today\u2019s stream. I\u2019m coming to the end of the line. I\u2019ll have a video up tomorrow collecting my thoughts and talking about what I learned from this Empathy Challenge, so be on the lookout for that. As always, thanks for watching!\u201d Callum touches something on his mask, which I assume disables the livestream.\n<\/p>\n \nIt\u2019s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to try to choke Callum, but I know I\u2019ll get a PunctureDart to the lungs just like Nance if I do anything.\n<\/p>\n \nInstead, I repeat myself as measured as possible. \u201cWill he be okay?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cIf you get him to a hospital, sure. So what was the plan, he jumps me and you save my life? I\u2019m so grateful, I buy you a house in the Dome and you grift your way into untold riches?\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI bite my lip. \u201cSomething like that.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \n\u201cA word of advice, then. You will never be one of us. You might get some scraps from our plates, but you\u2019ll never dine at our table.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nI don\u2019t know why it makes me so angry to hear it spoken aloud like that. It\u2019s something I already know. It would take a miracle for someone like me to live anywhere but the Valley. I know that.\n<\/p>\n \nBut it\u2019s the dreaming that makes it bearable, isn\u2019t it? Not that I want to be a part of the ruling class, or drive a Luna, or wear an Omni-Seal, or wield a ShockStick.\n<\/p>\n \nI want to hear a real fucking bird.\n<\/p>\n \nAnd I know it\u2019ll never happen, because even if I fight back, I\u2019ll end up unconscious with a punctured lung.\n<\/p>\n \nCallum sighs, then pulls out his wallet. \u201cLook, I\u2019m just trying to help you. Here\u2019s a thousand. Use it to pay for your friend\u2019s hospital bill. We don\u2019t have to be enemies just because we\u2019re from different worlds. I know how hard it is for you all.\u201d\n<\/p>\n \nAnd that\u2019s what breaks me. I scream with a rage I didn\u2019t know I had in me and charge, and I actually manage to land a punch on Callum\u2019s face before a jolt of electricity hits me in the ribs.\n<\/p>\n \n \nWe do make it out of our apartment, in the end, but by means of eviction.\n<\/p>\n \nNance and I woke up in the hospital, each of us with punctured lungs and a thousand dollars stuffed haphazardly into our pockets. It covers about 5% of our bill each. The rest has to come from what we\u2019ve saved for our rent.\n<\/p>\n \nAfter a few days living in my car, we get approved for a studio apartment a few blocks away from our old one. Once we get everything set up, I log onto RichTok and send Callum a message.\n<\/p>\n \nThanks for not killing me. I hope I broke your jaw. You should send me your Omni-Seal since I have to do extra Shopping to pay my hospital bill.<\/em>\n<\/p>\n \nTwo days later, a package arrives from Callum with no return address containing both the fancy mask and a spare ShockStick.\n<\/p>\n \nIt\u2019s just scraps, and I\u2019m still going to be hungry tomorrow. But for now, I strap the mask on, enjoy the smell of brand new plastic for once, and head into the Piggly Wiggly to earn that star back on CashCart.\n<\/p>\n Matthew Pritt’s work has been published by Dark Recesses Press, Dread Stone Press, and Cursed Morsels. He is a member of the HWA and he lives in West Virginia with his five cats. You can see pictures of them on his Twitter @MatthewTPritt.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Piggly Wiggly is out of Cinna-Stars cereal. What a stupid way to go broke. Oh, they have the off-brand. 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