(This story is in the editing process. Planned publishing date is early 2018. Portions of this story have previously been published in Past Addresses, and several characters were reprised from Talking to Crayfish.)
In a sense, any story of fiction is an alternate-universe story.
This is a work of fiction.
Picture the United States where the income gap equals the gap experienced before the Great Depression in the era of Robber Barons, where the top 1% incomes tripled while the 99% average only 1/6th of that in the same amount of time: where that same 1% has sent job after job to foreign countries who care little about employee safety or working conditions, while blaming unionism for the loss of work.
Picture a country where George Orwell’s nightmare vision in the novel, 1984, and its New Speak:
War is Peace,
Freedom is Slavery,
Ignorance is strength,
has been replaced by:
Common courtesy is Political Correctness,
Protection of Constitutional rights is Big Government,
Tax breaks for the wealthy is Tax Reform,
The highest income 1% is Middle Class,
Questioning federal policy is unpatriotic,
Forcing limits on unbelievers is Religious Freedom,
And lack of union protection is the Right to Work.
It is a country where quality of health care is dictated by business expediency, and homeless camps are reminiscent of the hobo camps of the 1930s. It is a country where the President has removed words like empowerment, trans-gender and science-based from language allowed to be used by federal agencies. The FBI has been instructed to end investigations of white supremacists while Muslims, Latinos, and any minority that dares protest injustice are demonized as the Jews and Poles were by Nazi Germany.
This is an alternate universe story.
Or is it?