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The year is 3037, I live in a dystopian society formed from the lands left untouched by the inter-planetary civil war. It is called New Egypt, named after a mythological land many years ago. My name is Nicholas Cage, a strange name with unknown origin. I was born on the planet America, but when the planet's government turned against each other I left. The rebels were deported from the planet and after months of living on asteroids they were accepted into the planet France. This new planet renamed itself East America, thus renaming the original America, West America. I quickly left the planet the day of my 28th birthday. I was one of the lucky ones, the war has already claimed 13.5 billion innocent lives. Almost the entire population of the human race in half in less than a year. New Egypt has been flooded with refugees, who have been cutting the food and oxygen supply. I fear that the country will soon shut their borders to all refugees, causing the refugees to be homeless in the midst of a civil war.

A few months ago, a little girl came up to me with a little cat asking if I could be its new owner. I was surprised that she would willingly give me an animal for free, as they go for millions of digits (New Egyptian currency) on the black market. I agreed to become the owner and renamed the cat Nanny McPhee, after my mother. I quickly developed feelings for the animal, spending my days training it for combat. I finally had a friend in this strange new planet. I also picked up gardening. While plants and agriculture were rarely used since the invention of artificial protein that can be injected once a month and kept you full for the entire month, It was still one of the best ways to deal with stress. I grew tomato, wheat, celery, and watermelon. As a kid, my mother taught me to bake bread. When my mother died in the civil war I became a baker on New Egypt in memory of her. It pays well and It always smells good so i'm not complaining. I went to work everyday and after work I came back home and continued with Nanny McPhee's combat training. It was a good and simple life, however, it would not stay the same.

The days inched along in this manner for many months until one fateful day when I brought Nanny McPhee for his bi-annual check up. The veterinarian slowly walked into the examination room with a grim expression on his medically augmented face. "Your animal has a rare strand of slowly developing Ebola, thought to only be found in biological weapons used by East America," said the veterinarian. The realization hit me like a rock, It explained why the little girl had given me the animal months ago. "Many treatment options are available, however, they will not be cheap," he continued. I knew I could not afford it, the payment of a baker in New Egypt isn't bad, but in no way is it enough to be considered wealthy. At that moment the only possible solution to my problem was simple yet complex, I have to rob a bank. It is worth to note that there was only one physical bank left in the galaxy. Since currency is now electronic banks became obsolete there was no need for any of them. However the Milky Way council ruled that one bank should be left untouched in case of emergencies. They put this bank on a ship, appropriately named the Bank Ship.

I knew that I couldn't simply rob a bank. I had to prepare. This meant that I needed tools and experience. I spent the next three months training. I ran miles, climbed mountains, and practiced an ancient form of combat originating from New Egypt. I was physically ready for the perilous task that lied ahead. I only need tools. The only place I knew where I could get tools like this would be the Black Market. I didn't know where the headquarters of the Black Market were, and I knew that I couldn't look for it in plain daylight because the police would catch on to my plan. I had to find it at night, without asking any questions. My first guess was to look underground. The underground shops of New Egypt are crowded, undocumented, and mostly illegal shops were illegally imported goods are traded. The police have been trying to shut it down for years, but they haven't had any success.

It was the middle of the night when I arrived in the underground tunnels of New Egypt. It was crowded and sweaty. There was a strong smell of gasoline that permeated throughout the tunnels. I tried to make my way toward the shops, and after much effort I finally arrived at the shops. I gasped in awe as I recognized the Black Market. I couldn't believe that I had found it on my first try. For the next hour and a half I shopped around for the rare tools that I needed. I bought a circular laser that could cut through reinforced steel for about two thousand digits. I also bought a chameleon suit (a suit that can change its colors according to the background relative to the viewing position of the observers) and some flash-bang grenades. I finally was ready for the quest of my life.

The Bank Ship was currently orbiting New Venus only 3 light years away. This is only a quick 20 minute ride via hover boat. The only problem is that I need to smuggle my tools in the hover boat. I decided that I could bribe one of the hover boat operators to allow my bag of tools into the boat without him searching him. I packed all my tools into my black bag and got ready for my trip. I arrived at the terminal at approximately twenty minutes to ten o' clock. I anticipated nervousness but never to this degree. My hands were trembling, covered in sweat. My heart was pounding, and my sight was distorted. I couldn't think or breathe. I was having a panic attack. I almost called the entire operation off, but in the last second, my vision returned to normal, my heartbeat slowed to a normal rate, and I was normal again. I checked my watch and realized that my panic attack had lasted for over forty minutes. I had missed my hoverboat.

The next hover boat to the Bank Ship would be in the morning. I decided to head back home. Right outside the front doors, a giant mechanical sounding clang caught my attention. I turned to my right to see that nothing was there. Curious I walked in the general direction of the sound. Suddenly, I walked into an invisible object directly in front of me. Surprised I ripped the invisible cloak off the object. I was so surprised to find a hover boat right in front of me with the keys in the ignition. A voice behind me yelled loudly at me. I never looked back at the voice, so I never knew if he was catching up to me or if he was even there at all, but I quickly jumped onto the hover boat and started it up. I was on my way to the Bank Ship.

After about twenty minutes the bank ship was in sight, I was quickly approaching my destination. Stealthily, I docked in its harbor, using every possible way to minimize my sound and presence to the bankers above me, as the ship's harbor had closed twenty minutes ago and my if they knew my presence here it would have foiled my plan. However, I forgot one terribly important precaution. The GPS unit in my hoverboat screamed out YOU HAVE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION. Everything stopped. I stopped breathing, the low drumming of the machinery even stopped, it seemed like even the atoms stopped vibrating. Everything stood still as my brain was understanding the complete gravity of my mistake. The perfect silence was destroyed by the blaring alarms. The room was bathed in flashing red lights, and my ear drums were nearly ruptured by the alarms. I was in trouble.

I took out one of the pressure sensors that I had bought at the black market and attached it to one of the flash bangs. I then taped it under the hover boat and turned my chameleon suit on. I stood next to the door and waited. In under forty seconds a group of security officers rushed through the automatic doors to investigate the harbor. All they saw was a singular hover boat that wasn't supposed to be there. When they touched it, the pressure sensors that I had set up exploded. I stood there, invisible, in the sudden realization that I was now a murderer. Nothing would ever be the same. I suddenly was angry at the little girl that gave me the sick animal. It was her fault that I had ended the life of multiple innocent people. I was not proud of what I was doing, but it was necessary. Kindness and Charity was dead in today's world. Another loud alarm snapped me out of my self pity. I continued on my mission.

I made my way to the vaults. The amount of security was surprising. There were only five guards that patrolled every five minutes. Being invisible made it a walk in the park. I waited until a vault was opened. I stood there and waited for what seemed like hours. Finally, someone opened a modest looking vault in the back of the hall. I made my way to the open door rather brisky as I only had a small window of opportunity. My heart was beating and it seemed like all my senses where heightened. A sudden scream made me turn around. It was a security guard who must have somehow seen me. He shot me three times. To my surprise, I felt nothing. Everything stopped. The only movement was the slow thumping of my heart. It grew slower and slower until it was at a standstill. I had failed.

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