[shadowgovt]

The factory worker bemoans his station as the new automated smelter they're going to install may run him out of a job. Before he goes upstairs to commiserate with his spouse, he throws his dirty clothes in the washer, nary a care paid to the previous generation's neighbor children who used to make all their money washing other family's clothes for them.

(Probably not too much thought should be paid to the fact that when that economic system collapsed, we instituted allowances for children).