A young man walks along the damp concrete slabs of the Main Street. In his right, hand, an umbrella, in his left, a leather mallet. The rain hammers down onto his umbrella, quickly sliding off and splashing onto the ground. The man has a cold impassive face, showing no emotion. He passes a homeless, person, and briefly turns, fumbling in his pocket. He takes out a handful of coins, about two dollars.
Sebastian: Here you go.
He hands the tramp the coins, who smiles and nods.
Sebastian (thoughts): How can we let this happen? Leave people on the street to starve and die if they don't have money. That man has not even got access to water... A branded, marketed product!
A look of revulsion and contempt can now be seen on his face. He arrives at his destination, a small internet café just off the main street. A familiar figure gets up and greets him.
John: Hey, Seb!
Sebastian manages a grin and embraces his friend. John leads him back to where he was previously having a drink, and the two sit down.
John: So, what did you want to talk about?
Sebastian: Just needed to unwind, really.
John: Another tough day at work?
Sebastian: They're all tough days, John.
John: The pay's worth it.
Sebastian: I get by, sure, but I don't want the money. I have what half the people on Earth would give a ball for, and I don't want it. Is something wrong with me?
John: We all want to be good samaritans Seb, but you do need money.
Sebastian: In this kind of society, sure. We need money, or we wouldn't have a roof, or water.
Sebastian makes gestures with his hands as he lists the two necessities.
John: Communism? That didn't really work out before, you know that.
Sebastian: I do. That wasn't communism, not truly. Just like this is not democracy. The goverment is broken, our justice system is corrupt to the core and idiots manage this country. Imagine a world where there were not so many worries. The needs of everyone could be satisfied, everyone would be happy.
John: You're dreaming. Utopias aren't possible.
Sebastian: Aren't they? I'm not talking about Brave New World style happiness... Just an end to war, poverty, all our destruction. Earth will be gone soon, that's inevitable... So why squabble like ants over a speck of dust in an infinite space?
John: You know, you're right. But people don't like change, and they wouldn't accept it.
Sebastian: People aren't aware of what's happening. If we show them the truth of what's going on, the corruption, the deceit... They'd gladly accept the most drastic changes. We must form an organization...
John: A party?
Sebastian: Not only a party, but also a group of people who think like us, who would denounce the government for what it is, rotten to the core!
John: Tell you what, let's go back to mine. We can talk privately there.