Inactive: SF

Time to purge the inactive, he decided grimly. It had been 40 days since the last purge, and after the expected relaxation, all should be back to their normal rhythms. Some were not. Maybe they thought it would be another year until the next purge, or maybe they were ill or injured--and if that was the case, they needed to be assessed for treatment and diagnosed for duration. He knew some idiots didn't go in for treatment for fear of being diagnosed. Did they think they'd somehow be able to sneak through the next purge? It was a fool's move. He took a deep breath--the purges were his least favorite part of being shift-captain, though they happened less frequently than births and joinings--and slammed his fist down on the red button. All across the ship, partitions sank down, trapping people in the sections--


Inspiration: Oh, an article online about how companies kept sending email to inactive accounts.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh.