2BR02B is a very Kurt Vonnegut short story about a future with immortal people and very quid-pro-quo population control. Think Futurama’s suicide booth. It’s gruesome in this Vonnegut style that shows you reality, but in a very specific detached angle. I read it when I was feeling down, and it did a good job kicking me back into a more grounded view, as ill-fitting as that sounds.
I'm currently behind on reviews, so don't be surprised if the recent reviews are a bit sparse.