One of my weird dreams is where I saw this shoeless guy running.
And he was being chased by "them", ruling class synthetic humans, indistinguishable from humans but for the brainwaves. They have patterns and real humans had white noise due to random thoughts (something a few humans could actually "pick up", but kept quiet about it). I really wanted to give him my shoes, but we both knew all property was RFID'ed at cellular level and thus, traceable. There was no cash money, so all I could give him was an apple. Which came an hour ago from my dispenser fridge that also counts calories and auto-refills with underground tubes, but dosed so you can not over-eat (one sweet snack a week, for example). The fridge was full of boxes that moved around presenting you the one you requested. Preferences on the fridge captured cheap food of the day, so you could get home, and because the fish was cheap that day, your fridge would have stored fish, already deducted your credit. Houses were small and not comfortable.
There were many rules in that society, all enforced and fined. Very few humans left. Very few people on the street. The guy then kept running, and I felt sadness that I could not help.