Trash pick up.
"It is time to take out the trash" she muttered. Mechanically, she rose from the hard chair she'd been sitting in for three hours, walked to the Nutrition Cube a few steps away, pulled out the tiny bag of a week's worth of Valuable Matter, carried it to the curb, and waited for the Earth Guardians to come.
The wait, in the blazing sun, was just more of the same. She didn't mind anymore. Life had become one long stream of meaningless tasks. She spent all day sitting, staring at a screen, and following her instructions there. At dawn this day, she was directed to sort the Valuable Matter between the Nutrition Trays and the Safe Matter bins. This week there had been a lot of graphene strips.
No one went anywhere anymore. Everything needed to survive was delivered via the Nutrition Cube. What little electricity was needed to power her Community Connection device came from dampening graphene strips and massaging them with her sore-covered hands.
But the world was a safer, healthier place now, so it was all worth it.
This is my entry to 
I think I have a good draft for a longer, more carefully constructed story. What do you think?
It was inspired by two videos, in case you want to know where I am coming from.
This one
