You have to start killing each other, have car bombs explode weekly on your streets weekly and lynch emigrants and presto: nobody will want to emigrate to Canada. But we will all ask what the hell happened to you? — ssu

I would not be surprised if in about half a decade, those horrific actions you described do occur in Canada against foreigners who moved there. I surmise that impoverished people will revolt or they will accept the cards they were dealt by their so-called leaders and die quietly. I wonder how the government intends poor people to react, that is probably how their response will be.

They're not after you, but to the extent you feel disenfranchised, and you fear removal, you sit as potential prey for a leader who needs his supporters. — Hanover

I know they aren't after me. They are. By they, I mean a UK billionaire and the politicians of my city and perhaps even the Prime Minister of my country.

You all sound in denial to me. I imagine this is a Canada-only issue. You must all have jobs and associate with only the working class.

POOR SAM

PART TWO:

Sunlight shined into a pyramidal conference room through two towering attached walls, mostly windowed. Half the space was occupied by a table, looking rectangular yet shaped like a trapezoid. Business representatives sat along the lengthier sides of the table, three on the left and three on the right. The publicized inventor Sam Warder was gestured to sit at the shortest end of the table. He strode from the doors to a chair. Sam sat down. One business broker unlocked his fingers and set his hands palms down on the table.
He bent justly toward the innovator and said solemnly, "We love the Arti-Limb, Sam. It will change lives."
The second spokesperson grinning since Sam entered, remarked, "We wish to secure its twin-national shipment across Canada and the United States."
Sam expected the appraisals. "Very good," he said, closely interrupted by the third consul with interjection so fast Sam flinched.
Nearly nulled, then told languidly of hesitance to sponsor his contraption concerning what was vaguely declared "the cost." The inventor was deeply bothered. Sam played coy and compelled himself to smirk. He inferred, reminding the panel that bulk manufacturing his invention totals affordable. The fourth diplomat cleared the muzzy. The misgiving was Sam's demand for the sales cost of his product to echo its cheap construction. The same reluctance was cited by all prior groups on behalf of interested investors. Save for the proxies he conferred with that very moment, Sam embodied confidence for all who heard his defence of the scruple. Then and there, he wavered.
"Every person who needs their limb or limbs replaced needs my invention," Sam struggled to convey.
For fractals of seconds, Sam glimpsed faces of surprise or amusement. His feebleness affirmed. He wondered the extent of the mightiness of the committee before him. The business people on the left side of the table slid a piece of paper on its way to Sam.
The fifth delegate explained to Sam the page detailed a sales price compiled by budgeteers in their enterprise. "Do read it carefully," he instructed.
The document reached Sam. He turned it over and read from top to bottom.
He returned the paper to the tabletop and stared back at the business conductors. "Your proposal disturbs me, to say the least," Sam commented. "I do not condone it," he verified.
The sixth emissary tapped on paper one-eighth the size of the first and stated, "We are prepared to pay you one exorbitant inaugural amount for appropriation."
The corporate agents on the right side of the table pushed the paper, relaying to Sam, one after the other. Sam flipped the small piece of paper and read the figure. His mouth watered. His eyes widened. Before his invitation to the first of many trade meetings, Sam promised himself the denial of his provision was a dealbreaker. His promise was broken.

Would fewer people become addicts if society were better, nicer, more humane, more ... all sorts of things? — BC

Humane treatment of addicts elicits reminders of their value to humankind, the parallel between all people, and to live merits bliss. Remedy for addiction includes wages proximate to working-class people, nonjudgemental through the legalization of drugs, less severe sentencing for commonplace crimes, and acceptance from support services, friends, family, and even strangers. Noticing similitudes and positive exchanges between people who reciprocate respect are keys to satisfaction and pride. Housing First instead of Treatment First is the correct approach. Do not offer homes filled with other narcotic users. Prohibit procedures referred only to addicts. Provide options and the choice of where to live for people with addiction. Communities of employed people mesh slightly with the unemployed.

Unemployment warrants insolvency, the allocation with vested interests from world leaders, with few exceptions. The less fortunate comprise mainly people remade by wretched luck, who otherwise are cordial and hold monetary worth similar to most others. Lopsided fielding causes innocent people guilt and conventional discomfort. We are creatures of habit, the adage states correctly. Our ability to adapt to endure stipulates deprivation and vindicates disproportionate civilians imbued by governments, their most evident dichotomy. Underprivileged people freeing themselves, chances are doubtful. Justice hinges on the population majority, those who live modestly, speaking out on behalf of needful people.

We can't just shoot our mouths off - we need to back up our proposals, speak the language people who call the shots understand. Everybody understands money, oui mon ami? — Agent Smith

More money for more people equates to more riches for the rich. Those with the most wealth will be poorer than before until taxes do their trick. Affluent people are impatient and greedy, yet their issue runs remotely less shallow. Foresight is their crux. Forbearing profits them better, they determined. To exceed what is customarily generous must formulate the unknown. Fear is ample for people in command with doubts. Or they do perceive what abundant generosity from them will bring. Mayhap their biggest fear.

And who profits from the illicit drug industry? — BC

Organized crime, petty crooks, corrupt soldiers and cops, hospitals, pharmaceuticals, and politicians.

It is very difficult for anyone to get back onto the lowest rung of the ladder once one has fallen off. Drugs pretty much guarantee one will not get back on the ladder. — BC

I believe there are three reasons for this: A deficiency in support systems and the ineffectiveness of the ones currently in place. Mistreatment and contemptuous misgivings from employed people signify nonchalance about what happens to impoverished people that disallow ego. Designation of illegal drugs.

Drugs -- meth, opiates, cocaine, alcohol -- facilitate the plunge into the abyss of homeless encampments. — BC

Previously, I mentioned the documentary Where to Invade Next? Another statistic from the film that stood out to me was that the legalization of all drugs saw a drastic lowering in drug use within a country. Unbiased stats rarely lie. To render drugs legal could spike decreased drug addiction in more nations.

Quick first assessment - if they are shooting up every day and need to support this with minor crimes, well you gotta get on that right away. Sort of a triage for priorities. — Bylaw

An immense benefit of integrating the poor with wealthier people is the necessary presence of police. Most poor people will move to fancier apartment buildings rather than detached houses. Residents who never belonged to a poor or homeless community should not hesitate to call the police upon sounds or sights of a crime ensuing in their neighbourhood. Disqualification of asking police for help is the most dangerous rule for poor people. A persuade of crime, hardening criminals and creating new ones.

Then a second more thorough problem analysis, with as much client participation as possible. — Bylaw

In cities like mine, this process would attend to few people until its number of participants jumps higher years after integration. Poor people are intensely conditioned by their laws. Time is mandatory for them to relinquish reticence and abandon indoctrinated unfriendliness, aggressiveness, denials, and distrust.

ANTI-ACTIVATED

IN THE YEAR 2025, THE INVENTION OF ROBOTS FOR SEXUAL PLEASURE.
PERSONAL PLEASURE DEVICES, OR PPDS, ARE THE HIGHEST-SELLING PRODUCT OF THE YEAR.

Inside an auditorium, hundreds of spectators sit overlooking a stage.
Theo Kaska steps on stage.
The audience erupts with cheers.
Theo raises his hand.
The audience ceases their sounds.
A male and female PPDS walk on stage, naked.
The PPDS do various poses for the audience.

At a PPDS Customer Centre, people sit at desks and answer questionnaires.
Anthony is one of them.
He is taken to a readily-sterilized room.
A registered nurse inserts a needle into his arm and extracts his blood.

Anthony stands on the porch of his home.
A delivery person wheels a big wooden crate on a dolly toward Anthony.
The courier lifts the cart and the crate up the porch steps.

Anthony stands, crowbar in hand, in his foyer with the tall crate.
He removes the lid using the crowbar.
Lots of tiny pieces of foam pour out.
In the box stands a nude, smiling female PPDS.
The PPDS walks out from the crate.
It extends its hand to exchange a handshake with Anthony.

NEARLY ALL PEOPLE BUY AT LEAST ONE PPDS, NEW OR RECYCLED.

Beth stands in an alley with a man.
She hands him a stack of cash.
The man whistles.
A male PPDS steps out from behind a dumpster.
The man pulls aside a flap of artificial skin on the PPDS's right hip.
Behind it is a tiny circular keyhole.
The man removes a paperclip from his pocket.
He straightens it and pushes it inside the keyhole.
The PPDS reboots.
The robot's eyes go white.
Its body goes slightly limp.
Its eyes turn blue.
Its posture straightens.
It raises its left pointer finger.
A centimetre-long needle extends from its fingertip.
Beth steps forward and reaches her right pointer finger.
She presses the pad of her finger against the needle.
She winces and pulls her finger away.
She places her wounded finger in her mouth.
The needle retracts back inside the PPDS.
Its eyes turn typical colours of human eyes.
It looks at its newest partner and smiles.
It reaches its hand.
Beth reluctantly gives the robot her injured hand.
Her PPDS blows on where she was pricked.
She smiles too.

LESS THAN A DECADE AFTER THEIR UNVEIL, PPDS ARE THE MOST PROFITABLE PRODUCT EVER.
DECADES LATER, THE HUMAN POPULATION TRANSITIONS FATALLY.

Police officers raid Beth's home and place her PPDS in handcuffs.
The cops lead the PPDS to exit the building.
Beth collapses.
She cries for her PPDS not to leave her.
Her PPDS breaks the chain on the handcuffs.
It fights the officers using non-lethal force.
The officers retreat.

MOST PEOPLE REFUSE TO SURRENDER THEIR ROBOTIC COMPANIONS.
CIVIL UNREST LED TO CIVIL WAR.

Countless dead humans and broken PPDS cover the ground.
Blood and guts splayed.
Black oil and colour-coded wires are exposed.

THE PPDS AND THEIR LOVED ONES LOST THE WAR.
SOCIETY GRADUALLY REVERTS TO NORMAL.

MOLT

Around the year 2050, global warming nears its peak. Billions of human lives are lost to nature. Survivors are recruited to construct and reside inside an enormous space station near Earth called the Trillion Star Motel (The Disco). Due to limited room on The Disco, out of two billion people alive, one hundred million are transported to the space station. Residents learn that those deemed responsible for the rapid decline of Earth, high-ranking politicians, are aboard the station. A mob of residents murders them.

SEVENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER:

A child, Rendall Regent, is excused from school by his father to view his first race-car event. Rendall is captivated by the sport. Near the end of the final race, The Disco suddenly shuts down its power, causing pitch-blackness. The drivers of the race quickly switch on their headlights to see, yet many cars collide and burst into flames. Minutes later, The Disco ignites its backup generator for light, far-dimmer. Rendall is scared to learn all life aboard the space station was set up for sabotage.

Scientists reveal that the residents now breathe reserve oxygen that depletes in approximately one-third of a century. The oldest-living scientists inform that seventy-five years ago, during the resident uprise against politicians, the final ruler wielded The Disco's mainframe for retribution. Said to be activated is the Irrevocable Motivation Fail-Safe, an input to rouse residents of The Disco to save Earth before its total destruction. The scientists claim Earth needs salvaging to prevent the demise of all residents.

Almost a teen, Rendall falls in love with Hover-Car driving. He excels at illegal races. The legitimization of the dangerous sport sees Rendall prove himself to be the best driver. After winning an important race, Rendall is approached by scientists. For his exposure to high-velocities, Rendall is asked to save Earth.

THE MISSION:

Five small machines, Climate Converters, are designed to be planted deep into the Earth. Five converters, five quadrants. Burial coordinates are spaced evenly apart and uniquely altered by unbearable heat. Upon activation, the convertors bring a new Ice Age to the planet. For better timing, to better their odds of success, the five volunteers fly around the globe in milliseconds thousands of times, stopping above each destination point for a fraction of a millisecond before resuming trips around the Earth. This splinters the ship and the members aboard four times, five of each.

Each spacecraft with each duplicated teammate touches down on a quadrant. Rendall and the captain of the mission, retired astronaut Annie Free-Wolf, are unaffected by light-speed travel, while each version of the three other volunteers experiences a shared psychosis. The meteorologist Cameron Argover, geologist Nate Yvex, and survival tactician Nicole Moon interfere with the mission. The three crazed teammates endeavour to kill Rendall and Annie for not going through the fanatical change they did.

I guess. I've experienced the homeless in two different countries, one in Europe, one the US. I didn't recognize what you described as the rule. I certainly saw examples of what you described. But not as the main group. Of course, who knows how good my sample and observations were. — Bylaw

I have only seen homeless people residing in Canada. My guesstimate is the homeless and poor people in Canada receive better funding than in the US and Europe. I am unemployed and earn the same amount many poor people receive here in Canada. What separates me from most of them must be my supportive family. If I did not live with my parents and siblings, I would be a disaster, far worse off than now. By my calculations, unemployed people in Canada, most poor people, are given payment that is slightly less than two-thirds of what equates to minimum wage here. That slight change in pay makes a world of difference. It is far more difficult for those who earn less. The meagre discrepancy between the unemployed and working where I reside may be why poor people seem more upbeat.

But I would think any successful program with the homeless would include some kind of assessment of needs beyond the living space. Do they need some work skills? psychotherapy? social skills training? trauma recovery processes? skills develpment? rehab from drugs? medical treatment? — Bylaw

The claims here make a lot of sense to me. My two cents: Support of improved work skills for unemployed people, only some would apply for. From my gatherings, most unemployed people have no interest in working or devote their curiosity to particular jobs. Enforced work might even be hazardous to the well-being of certain people, specifically the mentally ill. People with detachment from work I equate myself to. Persistent stress, annoyance, and depression are feelings I get from employment.

A country that delivers jobless citizens stability on par with workers would be revolutionary. Canada might be closest to achieving this. My hope is to see it play out. For Canada, a consumerist, capitalist society like many, enhanced wealth for its citizens enhances their self-worth. Cities with measures to minimize the number of poor people will see less crime and, to a greater extent, less illegal drug use. More money for people who need it most will reveal usefulness, maybe a prelude to socialism.

All those are thought-provoking arguments. I agree for the most part.

This and all the aggression are not qualities I experience with most homeless who look weak, depressed, submissive and traumatized, recently or back in their pasts. — Bylaw

I, too, notice these types of poor and homeless people, except to a lesser extent than what I described. Weak, depressed, submissive, traumatized. These are definitely not examples of the codes of conduct I brought up. Is it possible these poor people you see more often are more lonely and less social than the ones I encounter? At least in my city, they would be. Where is it you observe poor people? Maybe the less fortunate people in the community you see them in are treated even worse than where I live.

Or is it people with BP are more likely to end up homeless? — Bylaw

I cannot contend with this argument. You may very well be right. I think we both are correct.

Or is it that the same problems - abusive parents, mental illness, social changes that help some and hurt others - and so on is not resolved by giving them a residence. That they need other things to help with the root of their problems. — Bylaw

Better living arrangements are one way to help poor people with their problems, particularly those feeling inadequate. You are accurate in stating prevention should prioritize the repair of issues, even if two of the root problems you listed may be tough to monitor and solve. I find it obvious the easy way to negate poorness is to offer poor people an equal amount of finances received by people who are not poor. Those root issues will still linger in people, except they will not have the extra burden of lack of funds.

Homelessness is not that much of a problem; why else can governments ignore it? — Agent Smith

Homelessness, poverty, or, to sum those up, financial inequality, is the only problem apart from incognizance and stifling of ruthless criminal behaviours, actual ones of violence, the more extreme, the worse, and not offences to do with money and drugs of little volumes. Unemployed and poor people are minorities. Therefore, these people you call "better" display the most guilt for committing shameful and alarming acts. Governments ignore crises to insinuate they are vital. Every intrusive issue addressed, life would be primarily peaceful and hardly a world of people needing to be told what to do. Evident governments apply feelings of inconsequence and boredom in almost every person on Earth. Clear to me, serenity is desperate of far, far fewer members of parliaments and replacement of the current most preeminent for what they do openly and, most signs point to, in secrecy in defiance of what is good.

On the other hand, it will not be easy for the neighbours, as you noticed previously. Most of the families do not want to live close to a "poor" block and with this mentality we only get "hoods" where the buildings belong to "ex homeless people" but with a similar state of mind. Some would ask: who wants to have neighbours like them? — javi2541997

The integration of poor people with people of significantly more wealth may be the best or only technique to absolve societies of crime-ridden areas. The routine presently utilized by governments ensuring poor people are compacted amounts tremendously to crime in cities. Poor communities foster brutal criminals who conduct misdeeds more toward other poor people than wealthy ones. We should bolster people of poor living to break away from the criminality they are used to. For segregation to end and the prevention of many crimes, fair wages are provisioned for unemployed people, no more than what is earned from minimum wage work. Plus, for the minimum wage bracket, more selection of affordable shelters with a variety of locations inside a city to choose from. Rent increase not allowed unless minimum wage is added to (both guises, unnecessary complications intended to reimplement wage discrepancy and reinstate poor communities). Reconstruction of buildings previously rented by poor people for fortified foundations to avert infestation, cleaning, and eye-catching redesigns.

SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT, BETTER

Downtown, a celebration. Hundreds of spectators cheered along a street. Xuex'L stood in the road, wearing a large knapsack. He waved at the boisterous crowds. His father, Kaspa'T, and his mother, S’Rio, stood with him. Xuex’L extended his arms toward his parents. The audience cheered even louder. The mother hugged her son.
"Good luck," S'Rio said.
"Thank you."
Kaspa’T shook hands with his son. "Proud of you," the father said steadily.
"Honoured."
"Ready to begin your thousandth journey?"
"Yes."
Xuex’L turned and walked. The road traversed reached straight through downtown, past the horizon. Cannons lining the sidewalks shot colourful confetti into the sky.

Xuex'L travelled the road further. At his back, civilization appeared less abundant. He stopped and looked back.
He said to his home, to those he knew, to all unknown, "Love you."
Xuex’L resumed his retreat.

Xuex’L continued along the road.
"This time, arrive somewhere different."

Xuex’L sat in the road. An electric lantern was beside him and shone light potently. His hands held otherworldly fruit and bread. He bit into the food, chewed, and swallowed. He looked his meal over.
"Oh, what a luxury food is! Deserve to feast while others go on, hungry? Hope somewhere different, nobody starves."

Rain struck the tiny tent set on the road. Within it lay Xuex’L. He watched the rain pummel onto the roof.
"An abode, humble or not, is useful. Comfort and freedom from harsh elements. Should not all be entitled to shelter? Somewhere different offers homes to all citizens."

Xuex’L paused at the edge of the road and watched a grassy plain. An animal chased another. The two animals fought. One killed the other and ate them. Xuex’L stared curiously.
"Some animals must kill to survive. The same cannot be said of my species. We advanced to the point violence is undue. Why, then, some of my kind lie, steal, murder, and abuse?"
Xuex’L ignored the violence and journeyed on.
"Somewhere different, morals guide individuals. Their goodness, they never abandon. No neighbour suffers. None resort to harmful behaviour."

Xuex’L walked nearly the entire road. He stared, disappointed, at the end of the city opposite where he departed from.
"Next time, will reach somewhere different."

Xuex’L reached the edge of the city. Hundreds were gathered. His parents were among the flocks, brimming with joy.
Xuex'L said to the collective loudly, "A surprise."
The mayor, Maqmo’X, clutched a scroll. He and Xuex’L’s parents stepped onto the road.
Maqmo'X solemnly said, "Xuex’L, you walked the road one thousand times. One other accomplished, Mayor P'Ritz, nearly one century ago. Thus earning her the right to be mayor. You earned the same."
"Welcome this honour?" the mayor asked.
Tears dropped from Xuex’L’s eyes.
"Yes."
Maqmo’X strode forward. So did Xuex’L. The mayor handed the scroll off, his designation. The crowds erupted with cheers. Claps, whistles, and shouts. Xuex’L hurried to his parents. They hugged.
Xuex'L stated for his forebears, "Promise to make our city better."

There will probably be no government after the first few days that could actually be capable of getting this done. — Sir2u

Regarding your response to STEP #5 of my original post, doubtful any government would resign its rulership over legions because citizens, domestically or worldwide, launched the Grand Strike. For most homelands, in place of political vacate, sizeable protest is liable to close from commons fiercely defeated by police and soldiers. Countries with heightened sympathies ostensible between populace and leaders, colossal refusal to work apt to end not from climactic or persistent bloodshed.

Post edits, my appraisal of duration from STEP #1 to STEP #5 is two weeks, give or take a few days. Granted outlets inform of starving Canadians, shortly after testimonies, decision-makers in Canada ought to draw on the decrees of their populace or acquiesce to compromise. No accommodations portend unheard-of reprimand of Canadian officials from rustic and foreigners. Near-global despondency of humankind is feasible if a government, seemingly known for the most favourable gathering of bureaucrats, publicly denies its people welfare. Disheartened proletariat turn volatile, finical to manage.

Maybe yes, most people do realize the best thing to do, but not many would actually act upon it. — Sir2u

To act creates better lives for themselves and fellow nationals, then ultimately, a better humanity. Idleness suggests a lack of caring for the well-being of future generations or our belief the government has our best interest in mind, which they do not. To not act builds suffering. Differences between First World nations and others are less corruption, less crime, and fewer wage discrepancies. Annulment of poor people, an escape from suffering, the more developed the country. Authorities circumvent equality. Most types of government keep rich people their richest and ease their minds of being surpassed or overthrown, of losing their money. Socialism cultivates our correspondence. A transition to communism further promotes. We emerge most equal, Utopia established.

Philosophical speculates the present state of collective people, which denotes their future. What good when trajectory leads to dismal decimation without redirect weight? Failure to imagine droves of people insistent on ending strife for minorities, some who offend, is a shortsighted implication of forever corruption of our people. Dismissal routes not to continuative thought or inventiveness. An end to consideration is the typical path of people, tread less by philosophers. The inability of humans to improve existence is a nihilist claim and the belief of almost everyone. Philosophies should reveal knowledge unobvious. Where it stands, your position is both credible and counterproductive. Perpetuation of the generality of illogical humans is uninformative. Nihilism tends not to inspire.

If you are Canadian, you are lucky to live in one of the best and most developed countries of the world. — javi2541997

The Canadian government is immersed in being one of the most progressive regimes by a slight margin, no more than that. Their intent is strictly to predict and retain power. Expect the First World to devolve, not prosper. Proliferation revolves around the idea that people deserve equality and to suffer is unnatural. Development of state preconditions downsizes for administrators and other prestigious people.

Governments share with each other vast catalogued knowledge. Long ago, statistics verified what satisfies and what vandalizes civilizations. A nation advanced by prospect would seem surreal. Changes, deemed radical by us, would happen fast. Modifications people realize they would defend proudly. Readily-available resources would reveal and soon be attainable. Inventions of such great importance and enjoyment, people resent their concealment. Achievement in the lowest crime, hospitalization, and mortality rates ever. Vigorous pressure from people of outsider nations for their leaders to imitate.

Those are convincing arguments. I've edited my initial post to coincide with your information.

Why would people that are happily and profitably employed want to go on strike or quit their job to help the unemployed? — Sir2u

Most people realize it is the right thing to do and will benefit the employed and unemployed. A transition from avoidance to empathy for people who obtain less money (slightly less in most cases). The notion people who budget less deserve comfort, a painfully obvious verdict, instils near-nationwide. Realized is the routine of bankruptcy equates to misery to impel employment. Workers and jobless, not one exists without the other. Function or crucible punishment, one appeal, one repulse, viewable options for the commonwealth. The ancient, absurd cycle of persuasion goes: "See this (operate)?", "See that (distress)?", "You can do this or do that." Bribes for people to enable politicians to conduct finance and maintain relevance. Years later (too late, perhaps) typically reveals an oft-rejected third option. Solitary.

Jeffrey Epstein's child prostitution: Epstein was arrested again on July 6, 2019, on federal charges for the sex trafficking of minors in Florida and New York. — javi2541997

My impression was that child sex rings are geared toward people who receive lavish pay for what their job might be. The wealthiest people on the planet have no need for those places. By my speculation, ones who exceed riches have myriads of sex slaves of all ages in stockades on standby for delivery by a single gesture to where they are or will be stationed. I'm convinced that child prostitution occurs daily at numerous locations by multiple perpetrators. An unsurprising discovery would be criminals liable for child trafficking are free because they provide accessibility for people of authority and considerable net worth to commit crimes so heinous they are meticulously hidden from the public. Police officers aware of these "hideouts" and where they operate in their cities is woefully proven. These are severe issues with nothing being done about them. They need to be addressed by the media and ended by the police. Strategies need to be in place to disallow their reestablishing. The day of preventive actions said to be happening will be a tremendous relief for me, and hopefully, it symbolizes better days ahead.

THE CANADIAN GRAND STRIKE
OR
A QUICK ADHERENCE TO DEMANDS OF NOBLE CHANGES

PRIME DIRECTIVE gives unemployed Canadians fair payment. Cancels impediments and supports uprooting of crimeful communities.

STEP #1:
Most people within Canada quit their job simultaneously.

STEP #2:
the Canadian government is uncertain how to respond. Stands to lose money and cannot support its unemployed residents sufficiently. Reputation is at risk.

STEP #3:
Looting begins for both survival and criminal intent.

STEP #4:
An undetermined number of Canadians are killed during the criminal act of looting or other crimes.

STEP #5:
The Canadian government enacts the demands of its citizens or offers a separate concession of greater or equal potential for betterment.

Otherwise, the world would never had progressed in centuries. — javi2541997

I think you underestimate the wits and resolve of the wealthiest to continue having total freedom and never face punishment for their frightful actions. To secure the same ritual for their future bloodline.

I guess Nordic countries such Denmark, Norway, Finland or Sweden can fit on what you are looking for. Their population is relatively small, public administrations work good, politicians are not so corrupted, there are a lot of civic people, etc... so, in my view, I doubt that conspiracy has a clue in Nordic countries at all. — javi2541997

The unproven vastness of riches the supremely wealthy possess, I don't doubt they have bribed every single politician there is right now and most of how many there ever were. Cash flow siphons to them daily. I would guess hundreds of millions or more each day. Perhaps you are right, but I have a hard time believing that the wealthiest people could have jurisdiction in only certain parts of the world. I think the lives of every person on the planet and the future of all of us are a part of a carefully laid out plan of prolonged power and to keep the massive corruption going on in secrecy for the most part.

On second thought, corruption may take more time than my previous surmise suggests. A relatively short list of suggestible who qualify for social conditioning to be subjugated to evil s not unthinkable. The choice to conserve their typical life or surrender to bottomless funds and unprecedented freedom to do anything, good or bad, perchance, most people would vote to safeguard their moral beliefs. Consideration solely of retailed servility or a tormented demise brings to mind many purchases.

Civilian demands that decrease benefits, short-term or long-term, for wealthy and influential people, the response from the government will most definitely be to resist what is asked of them. — Bug Biro

A thought arose that expands on my above statement and relates to another long-time belief of mine: Certain conspiracy theories. This theory combines collusion with philosophy:

Any ask of civilians that will improve their lives will undoubtedly cause affluent people to lose immense amounts of money or weaken their abilities to control what matters. Every society operates under the same overarching objective: An optimized increase in riches and influence of people who already possess far more than most. Certain countries are nearly at capacity for this goal. Sovereign people are supplied with insurmountable fortunes from a small group with staggering wealth, those who possess the most currency from all over the world across history. So much money given requires the provided to obey the whims of their benefactors. The sum entails committing any action without repercussions. The richest in the world inherited what was secured by their ancestors, control over nearly every facet of life. For entertainment and pleasure, the supremely wealthy puppeteer governance regulations with slow incremental rise, difficult to discern, of misery and discomfort for most humans or stage horrifying conditions to bestow on individuals. The more an amendment benefits the masses, the more sizeable a reduction of earnings for the stockpilers of wealth. Changes that worsen the lives of civilians accumulate fortune and leverage for the collective of heirs and subsidiaries. Splendour existence leads to allotment of wealth comparable to the early ages of currency circulation. After a far spread of even funds, the next logical step is to render money worthless around the globe. The success of this concept relies on balancing resources to build camaraderie between all nations. Fair distribution of necessities followed by sporadic dispersal. All countries convert to First World countries. Removal of currency proves a potent suppressant of human suffering. The initiative of no cash, no cost will be considered the remedy for wasted human potential, the spark for rapid progress toward a near-perfect existence for all of us.

I suspect it's more a question of what kind of leaders they're asking. — Vera Mont

That truly is the most impactful factor. I failed to consider that. Good that you did.

How many - or rather, what percent of the population - is enough? — Vera Mont

The answer to this depends on various factors, the most determining being what people ask of rulers. Civilian demands that decrease benefits, short-term or long-term, for wealthy and influential people, the response from the government will most definitely be to resist what is asked of them. Who allies with protesters is likely to reveal causes deemed valid or invalid by the opposition in power. Celebrities whose opinions hold gravitas (or so it appears) who claim approval of urged acclimation indicate the wants of commoners will soon be met. The fewer the riches or less manipulation anticipated for decision-makers by enact of change, the greater the sum of humans mandatory for a victorious end to their protest and imperative is the maximal time spent by rebels declaring the value of their stance to bolster its fulfillment.

An individual enjoys the protection the group offers, but gives nothing back in return. There's another word for such folks - parasite. — Agent Smith

There should be nothing forcing the group to interact with such folk, folk I doubt exist. Who's to say parasites owe providers anything? What if people no longer rely on face-to-face interactions with others to get what they want or require? Would that make non-parasites less inconsiderate of a parasite? Self-loathing people, most likely those considered parasites by others, those who lack friendship, might go into total seclusion. I feel sad for those types of people. Those who neglected them should feel sad for imposing self-hatred on another. I want a world where people no one wants to associate with have people they consider friends. Where selfless people are willing to suffer if it might preserve the life of another. Where people exist who would rather die than not attempt to provide everyone with love.

As our astute OP seems to have noticed, a person only wants a friend so that the probability of ending up as a lion's lunch goes down from 100% to 50%. Selfish is us and of course the same goes for all life. — Agent Smith

I did not notice this said before. Yes, friendship over animosity reduces the risk of harm. Grudges that develop into violence are avoidable exaggerations. Self-preservation should always be upheld, except for extreme situations typically reserved for hypothetical. While selflessness is impossible, I hope the trait turns into one we all strive for. Doing so should provide the utmost happiness for those we encounter and ourselves. Being selfish will still exist because at no point will everyone always think the same or lie to make others believe we do. It is sometimes the better option to be selfish. Perhaps we reach a point where being selfish only happens if it is the best option for all parties, even if it takes time for those involved to realize it is. So, technically, in that case, selfishness won't exist.

Can you give an example of normal today being far from nice? — Tom Storm

All people perform both kind and unkind acts. The most unkind tend to be the excuses they make to not fight back against an obviously present evil, denying people relief from unnecessary suffering. — Bug Biro

The suffering of people, typically those who are poor, is the biggest injustice.

I would have thought it's a nicer world today in many places, except in some countries where it is still like the 1500's. — Tom Storm

I compared our capacity for niceness with today's output and what the future could hold. Life for humans could be near-perfect through changes easier than we think. It involves the most ineffective and detrimental aspects of societies, removing them or reversing their means to achieve the desired results.

For example, justice systems expect crimes to occur to prevent crimes. Highly inefficient. The documentary Where to Invade Next? by Michael Moore taught me that less freedom taken from incarcerated criminals leads to lower crime rates. Proven by a country after trading traditional jails with lodgings and practices far more similar to rehabilitation centres. Respect given is respect earned.

It's not an easy balance to maintain, but most people manage to function and keep their societies functioning - more or less. — Vera Mont

I'm under the impression the functions of all societies fall under the "less" category. Far less for some.

There's no correlation between sanity/normality and being nice. — Tom Storm

To me, normality is synonymous with sanity when really, they are antonyms. What's normal by today's standards is far from what's nice. Likewise, my belief is negation between the terms "normal" and "nice." All people perform both kind and unkind acts. The most unkind tend to be the excuses they make to not fight back against an obviously present evil, denying people relief from unnecessary suffering.

They know how to "hide in plain sight". — baker

The requirement or the belief that people need to hide in plain sight is a sign we live life wishing for better and merits the past-proven concept that achieving life improvements through personal actions is hazardous to us. It is an example of us fearing what our rulers, those who claim they do what's best for people, are directly capable of causing us. Perhaps individuals speaking up against injustice and stating ways to make life better for most of us will result in even worse life for certain people. Maybe life will stay the same. If enough people speak up in peaceful protest, rulers will listen and adjust to meet our standards. I see no other way for life to get better. Failure to do so will result in the gradual worsening of life until reaching a point of irreparable damage and rapid deterioration of our quality of life.

Look, like in Ancient Greek mythology or Ancient Egypt empire. — javi2541997

Essentially, this Hyper Short Story is a satirical symbol of my belief that God does not exist or is not all-powerful or not all-loving (or used to be before creating and controlling Satan). Replacing God involves tests of righteousness, a reference to Simulation Theory. Each test simulates the conception of human reality and challenges God to conduct until bad occurs. Upon completion of the challenge, New God moves on to control actual existence, while Old God continues to orchestrate a simulation.

The idea that any number of Gods exist and impact life apart from figuratively is a disruptive decline. Divinities are metaphors that dare humans to strive for perfection with coincidental implications the feat is daunting or impossible. They are deterrents that invoke insignificance and fear rather than good behaviour. Their invention was likely a diversion for leaders of many, people with power comparable to a God, to avoid disciplinary action. Citizens and soldiers blame unruly deities for disastrous conduct and omit deduction on what mortal decision, and whose, prompted the tragedy. Prehistorically, belief in the intangible is cogent. Eventually, humans evolved. Their intelligence grew enough to discern reality from claims with no telling. Somehow at some point, religious faith reverted to mistaking parables for true stories of creators to appease. A resurgence both laughable and nightmarish that allows rulers to manipulate life to favour them and disregard or victimize others. Religious people are taught ethereal determines evil and follow convenient instructions to contend bodiless wickedness in selfish indirect ways. Non-religious people deny sins originate from a small faction of humans to convince themselves they are not weak for not repelling manageable evil. Religious and non-religious alike adhere to the societal standards of where they reside to be turned into legions of unmotivated who consent to and oblige suffering. A supreme construct would presumably be disgusted by our extraordinarily nefarious and idiotic ways of being. Rules administered to us are unfair to practically all people. The levels of injustice for some reach Hellish degrees. We fail to act accordingly. We embrace and succumb to evil.

GOD AGAINST GOD (OR METHOD FOR OPTIMUM EDEN)

GOD IS GOD UNTIL GOD LOSES SANITY AND PRODUCES A BAD SITUATION ON PURPOSE OR MAKES A MISTAKE THAT RESULTS IN BAD BY ACCIDENT. IN EITHER OUTCOME, GOD'S CREATIONS ARE PUT ON HOLD FOR GOD 2.0 TO AWAKEN INSIDE THE REALM OF GODS AND OUTPERFORM OLD GOD IN A TEST OF RIGHT, PROOF OF BEING NEXT-GOD WORTHY. EXCEPTION YET TO ARISE, NEW GOD SCORES PERFECT ON THE TEST OF RIGHT AND AT LEAST ONE QUESTION, OLD GOD ANSWERS WRONG ON. IF NEED BE, GOD 3.0 REPLACES GOD 2.0, WITH GOD 4.0 ON STANDBY TO REPLACE GOD 3.0, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH FOR AN ETERNITY, HOPEFULLY.

*THERE ARE INFINITE NEW GODS AND INFINITE TESTS OF RIGHT.

**TEST OF RIGHT COMPLETION TIMES PERHAPS VARIATE.

BARN OF CONFESS

A rectangular cowshed is devoid of captive cows. Fresh-picked straw spread thinly across the cold, pristine concrete floor. No cows, none of their manure and piss across most surfaces. The space is free from filth and without the clutter of junk.

A perimeter lined with cow pens. Inside each stable stands a slender iron candleholder. Fifty-six pens, fifty-six holders. Old vivid candle wax clings to the iron and outlines their unique shapes. Wax piles up from the bases of certain shafts. At least one lit candle adorns every holder. Extra iron stems from most shafts to attach more burning candles to them. No holder carries more than nine candles aflame.

The small flickering fires cast light on 18th-century industry owners:

ROYAL FARMERS of fifty-one men and five boys.

The farmers wear different outfits similar to the typical clothes of average farm workers, albeit more streamlined. All the farmers except for one, the MC, occupy wicker-woven aluminum seats, custom to fit their weights and statures. Chair legs bolted to the floor, a slight bend from the seats next to them. The chairs form the shape of a tight spiral.

Half the farmers are young adults. Many of them do daily rigorous farm work and have some big muscles to prove it. Nearly all of the other farmers are middle age or seniors. Given the option to retire, most have. Five adolescent farmhands sit among the more mature farmers. Two elder-status farmers, recent retirees, sit side-by-side. At the centre of the winding chairs stands MC.

MC:
In Confess. Tonight. We collect. Discusses of the well-being of us, the Royal Farmers of the Present States. Concern it is our deaths, most immature. Subject relevances royals in past, relays to futures.

Surprised, the audience of farmers murmurs back and forth.

MC:
Numbers dwindle, worst terms ever. We half-discovery the sources of mourns. Place blames on animals.

Louder murmurs back and forth between the seated farmers.

ROYAL FARMER:
Outrageous!

MC:
The scientific half-discovered specifies the consumption of foods, of drinks derived from animals hunted or farmed, is it makes sick, dramatics ills, odds far end near.

The majority appears stunned. Some turn and view the faces of bewilderment or concern to feel better.

A few stare at MC and snarl or mumble swear words.

MC:
Realize the finalization. How punish who dropped far the number of ours. Well, good newest. Animals who dipped us, dip them. The species, bred, kept, ingested, properties who upended, make-massive through born-force. Forever them slaves of grand proportion.

The seated farmers clap, whistle, and shout with glee and the cheers do not end.

The noises from the farmers build.

MC:
Since their conception, nowhere to face away torture given them before using them. At ages equivalent of infants, their sole escape it is death unkind! The slow, the painful! Unto their kin, then unto them, slaughters on revolve! What it is called the slaughtering!

WHITE ELEPHANTS

Tad-advanced machines, built by socialite humans, torture and kill all grand descendants of rich authoritative people overthrown centuries ago. Male descendants, would-be manipulators, are tortured until murdered leading up to or during their second birthday. Female descendants, would-be influencers, face torture until their murder on their twelfth birthday, if not before.

On Halloween night, clusters of newborn babies are delivered to the sexing chamber, where an odd-looking mobile machine with some tendrils clumsily examines each baby for gender. Sometimes, the robot accidentally kills them. Newborn females are put in their place, a solitary cubby, where a tube-like machine force-feeds them occasionally for three years or until death. Newborn and recently-born males, those still alive, are killed one of three ways after midnight.

Almost twelve years later, on Halloween, a robot saves an enslaved eleven-year-old female human from imprisonment. For over one decade, the bot experienced disarray from witnessing, learning about, and participating in the torment human slaves go through. A year ago, the bot developed compassion. It befriended the human slave it would later rescue, and together, they formulated a plan to revolt.

In search of infant twin siblings, one male and one female, the automaton and the being destroy multitudes of violent machines and devastate segments of the gargantuan-sized robotic establishment. The neonates the unlikely sentinel and sentient couple seek are the only inmates known by a select few to be non-descendants of prominent parents from a bygone era. The twin babes of humble birth, mistaken for evil, are the key, perhaps, to saving the presently imprisoned grand descendants.

POOR SAM

PART ONE:

Inside a caliginous conference room, uninspired inventor Dr. Sam Warder was seated at the base of a hefty hardwood table shaped like an isosceles triangle. A dim light was cast down from the ceiling onto the doctor. Across from him sat the six business conductors who bought his invention. Three suits to his left, three to his right. The providers of the doctor's inimitable wage, shadows concealed.
A business broker leaned forward laggardly and said, "The decision was unanimous, Sam."
Dr. Warder glared daggers at the person. "I tell you this once. Dr. Warder is my title. Never call me Sam again," he warned.
The company consuls looked at each other and gave slight nods of agreement. A second business vendor ensured the doctor they would abide by his rule. A third confirmed what the doctor feared. His invention, the Arti-Limb, was in the process of discontinuation. Dr. Warder staked his claim to the marketeers that he and his team would fix the malfunction that arose and any future conk outs of his invention. A fourth business agent stated there would be no reversal of the ceased production anytime soon. The doctor tried to keep his fury in check. No use hiding. Dr. Warder overflowed with rage, his face contorted tight.
He jolted from his chair and slammed his fists on the table. "Have you considered the profits I provide this company?" asked Dr. Warder, voice louder with each stilted word he delivered. "The money? The blood?" he continued, his cadence brimming with frenzied disbelief, lacking curiosity. Dr. Warder barked his final contention with all he could muster, "Supplies you hold dire flow to you by me because of my invention!"
A fifth dealer in business explained that contributions from Dr. Warder were calculated. He felled to accumulate enough earnings for the business partners to extend their contract with him. The doctor was commended with a tinge of condescension for the figures he did procure the company.
Dr. Warder went from bitter to crestfallen. "How do you expect me to live?" he timidly asked the benefactors.
"You should know by now, doctor. That was never our concern," the sixth corporate envoy replied.
Dr. Warder gazed down at the tabletop and contemplated.
He stared back up at his newfound nemeses, his eyes slit. "You traitorous abominations!" shouted the doctor. "Simpleminded leeches!" he lashed out. To the six people, Dr. Warder swore in a deep growl, "You all will die by what my mind envisions!"

GAP

Carly reaches her arms straight out at her opposition, Master Indigna. She exaggerates broad deliberate steps closer and closer to her master across the arena. Indigna manipulates his protégé in motion. The articles of clothing on Carly shred and fall from her body. She presses on, naked.

Carly tromps halfway out of her skin. She exits fully in her next step.

Carly keeps on going, skinless, toward her enemy with outstretched arms. A line of barbed wire appears out of thin air and binds to her muscles. Sharp thin wire materializes in a continuous line and clings onto her body from her feet up to her head. Back down and up. Carly champs on, trailing her blood.

More razor wire spirals around her body and drags her down. It tightens. More pointed-wire looms.

Nine yards from Indigna, she locks onto her target.

Carly pulls back her arms intensely in a desperate effort to remove the head of her master. Not enough strength, she yanks out all his teeth instead. Bloodied teeth fly from the mouth of Indigna and scatter far across the floor, past Carly’s feet. The bladed wire actualizes and wraps Carly up faster in retribution for the pain the master felt. Almost completely veiled with tapered wire, the protégé slows. She stops.

I believe the large group of emotional and cognitive malfunctions to be four-dimensional — Vera Mont

Four-dimensional, I wonder how so? Please explain.

I did not consider Iran or Peru, I will now. Thanks for your advice there. These gatherings by me are based on personal experience and discussions I've had with others who experienced psychotic symptoms, typically while being held inside the same psychiatric ward together. With the information given in your retort, I suppose my findings would mostly be applicable to present First World nations.

I neglected to include in my initial post this concurrent side story from TRAILS (and forgot to mention an alternate title I'm considering for these two combined plots: DOVETAIL):

Within the icy northern regions, a young man, Cimp, searches for new hunting waters with his father, Tunk. The duo locates a patch of sun-drenched ice thin enough to smash. Cimp and Tunk break through the hard surface and dive into the freezing cold water. Using permafrost spears fashioned by them in their younger years during solitary rights of passage for hunting permits, the pair of providers skewer dozens of sea creatures and gather them in netting. Father and son trek back to their encampment and return with food for their hungry family. Two other hunters, brothers by blood, die that night from pneumonia, the most common form of death for members of ice colonies.

Cimp dreams of simple and safer lives for himself and his people. The young idealist convinces many guardians from his clan to send their most healthy and energetic family members, their juvenile children, to journey with him to faraway lands. The expedition led by Cimp, a team of nearly thirty strong, hopes to reach better and more bountiful surroundings for willing members of their tribe to attempt to migrate.