"Congratulations, you've been selected to change your life. Your new role is street Hooke" It was perfectly written in golden letters
Marvin stood for a while, assimilating his destiny. He didn't want to change, much less a hooker. He remembered Carrie and how she'd changed, and how in a few days he'd be like her. Although, well, he was a man, maybe he should get surgery or wear a bodysuit. The truth is, he quickly dismissed those thoughts and began to think about what he should do now.
The first thing he did was call the authorities to let them know he'd received the card. After doing so, he went to work, where, as expected, he received his severance pay.
There he lay, parched, on his couch, his whole life slipping further and further down the drain. Reading his new and horrible future.