The teenager bagging groceries today asked if I wanted my bread on top.

I was so offended because he called me by the wrong pronouns.

I took the bread and smashed him over the head with it.

We were in a knock down drag out fight in Colesworths, bagged roast chook on special flying through the air.

My false b00bs flew out of my dress as the 500 security cameras took snaps of my visage for WA police.

“I know that face” my AFP handler said as he viewed me through the remote cameras. “Xir just made xirself on another hate crime list.”

I tried to run but the digital ID-controlled doors smashed into me, a non-digital ID haver, and chopped both my legs off below the knee.

Compliant citizens with digital IDs carefully picked their way through the pooling blood as I expired on the floor of my local shopping centre.

Such is life in Australia in 2025.