In the not too distant future, people beyond a certain state dictated age will be rounded up and quarantined from the general populace. They will be fed a sub-standard subsistence diet, and although they will be allowed visitors, they will rarely have them.
Any money they have accumulated in their life will be expropriated to pay for their "care". A small stipend will remain in their hands as long as they can notice it. Once they are distracted, even this will disappear.
At night, the women will have "visitors", who will rummage through their belongings, and ocassionally touch them in ways that they might have considered inappropriate. The men that survive, and there will not be many, will all be left to their own devices.
This is because they will have grown many strange hairs on their bodies that would require grooming, if anybody still cared, and they will have started to emit an unpleasant odour that can only be described as somewhere between ferment and decay.
In the afternoons, they will gather to place various games of chance. Some will board buses, that will take them to official places that promise more than they deliver.
These vestiges of humanity will be known as "The Lucky Ones".