The year is 2058. In the year 2030 television was outlawed, after years of violence being blamed on television, television, knifes, and guns were all outlawed, in the Kiylloj bill, instigated by the lawyer Bill Kiylloj. As the amount of murders went seemed to decrease, the bill was decided to have had worked. Then the government decided to take it one step further, by outlawing computers, they made it so citizens would have no more access to violent video games or shows.
Then the government took it even further, in the winter of 2032, radio stations everywhere were forced to play nothing but Christmas carols 24/7 to bring good will towards men. This worked well, till in January, when over a thousand people were moved to mental institutes, caused my Christmaiosis musictosis. This illness consisted of people being able to sing nothing but Christmas carols, and curl into the fetal position. Music was soon outlawed after that.
Finally, all sources of violence had been stopped... Except one. Lawyers once again began to work hard, to outlaw the final source of violence in America... Sports! Lawyers worked tirelessly, till the Kiylloj bill was once again modified in 2040, making owning a television, computer, any music player, any guns, any knifes, or playing any sport that involved touching another human being, directly or indirectly, illegal, with a $50,000 fine, and/or up to five years in prison.
The next eighteen years seemed to work great, school grades were going up, and schools finally had all the funding they needed, with the cancellation of all their classes involving shop, televisions, computers, sports, anything that was considered even slightly violent. Although these things seemed great, America was in the middle of a depression, millions of people had been laid off, and the technological level of America continued to decrease, as it lost its title as a world power.
Now, let us look at one of the lives of this new generation. This is Tom Bucket. He is an average man, has an average job, hasa one story house, two kids, and a wife. He's 38 years old.
Today, Tom is working at a nuclear reactor. Natural forms of electricity, such as wind mills, dams, and solar power fell into disrepair soon after computers were outlawed, as they became harder and harder to develop, and it was decided that nuclear power was the most cost efficient way of gaining power.
Tom sits at his control room, writing down the months financial statements. Suddenly, someone walks in to the room, a middle aged man, holding a mug of coffee. "Hey Tom."
"Hey Frank. You hear about those kids down in Portland?" Tom asks, looking at Frank.
"Yeah. Apparently the five kids got some movie, called the matrix. It was filled with violence and guns, by the time the cops go to them, they ended up having to kill three of them! The other two are in jail now... Its so sad that kids will throw their lives away just to watch a bunch of people shoot each other..."
"The matrix? Hmm... I think I remember seeing that movie when I was younger. Before the  Kiylloj bill was passed. I thought it was pretty good. Lots of... Frank, don't look at me like that. I'm not going to be violent..."
"Y-you liked the matrix? Ahhhh!" Frank runs out of the room, "He has a gun! He's gonna shoot us all! We're all gonna die!" Frank screams, as Tom tries to calm him.
"Wait, I don't, stop screaming, stop it!" Within thirty minutes, the police arrived, and arrested Tom, on the charge of possession of sensitive video material, and for attempted murder. Within three weeks, the news had spread all over America, news papers were having a field day, talking about the matrix maniac, after two months, it was all settled, but by then Tom had lost his job, and could not find another one, he was unable to find a new job. Every day he would look for a new job, and then return home, to his wife and kids.
"I can't believe all this happened..." Tom tells his wife, one night as they sit by the fire in their front room.
"It will be fine... You shouldn't of mentioned you watched a movie, especially such a violent one. What were you thinking?" His wife says with a sigh, sewing a sweater.
"I know... All I said was I had seen the matrix, and I thought it was a good movie... That was over thirty years ago, they over reacted..." Tom sighs, shaking his head.
"They... You heard?  Our neighbors were arrested the other week, their house was taken by the government. Apparently they had a stash of old movies, titanic, gone with the wind, something called Winnie the pooh... Their going to be in jail for ten years without chance of parol." She says softly.
"The Tims?"
"Yes..."
"They were such nice people, always donating to charity, I never would of thought they'd be violent people..."
"They had television, of course they were violent. It just goes to show you, anyone can be insane and psychopathic these days..." His wife says with a soft sigh.
"Well, I'm going to bed... Tomorrow I'm going to go out again, I heard the Fred Meyer is looking for someone. I'll try there." Tom says as he walks off to go to bed.

-The next morning-

Tom left his home in his best suit, driving off to Fred Meyer. He arrives without incident, heading into the store. Fred Meyer was one of the few stores that survived the withdraw of advertising. He walked into the store, and handed over his application to the manager. He sat down, and waited. As he sat, he waited, thinking over what had happened in the last few months... He had a job, he was secure, his life was good. Then, he mentioned he had watched a movie, people thought he was violent, and after that his life was ruined, if he hadn't been saving his money for a rainy day, they would of lost all their money and be living on the street. Suddenly the manager walks over to him, holding a clip board.
"You got the job. You can start monday, your shifts will be 9am till 5pm. Monday through Thursday. Welcome to Fred Meyer." The manager hands him a red shirt with the Fred Meyer logo, "Your going to have to wear black pants, and black shoes during your shift. Good luck."
Tom walks out of the store, sighing, "This is my last chance... I'll have to be careful..."

The End...