The car was the one beautiful thing in his life. His apartment was a junkheap, and his ration allocation was barely livable. He could only just manage enough energy credits to keep the thing running. But it was all worth it to John, it was the one thing that made life interesting for him.
“Race time in 20 minutes,” the announcer’s voice came over the loud speakers. It wasn’t an actual race of course, for safety regulations forbid real racing. Instead, contestants would enter their personal attributes and their car’s specifications into the computer, and it would determine the winner in an interactive display. The winner, of course, was always whoever won in privilege points. John was always last place.
Who knew there’d still be white guys in this fabulous future?