The day wore on for half an eternity for the young World War III vetran. His left eye sitll held the red permenent stitches even though the blackend skin had worn away to a pale white that discolored his face, if only slightly. The explosion was little more than random artiliery fire, but it definelty came close  And if that wasn't enough, it also took a few pounds off his side and neck. But luckily he was patched up before he bled to death in the impact crater. Sometimes when his neck shifted the wrong direction, it would lock and any movement would cause him enough pain to make lesser men squeel like a pig. But luckily, he knew how to realign it with ha minor difficulty, close to that of relocating his shoulder. Which, unfortnelty either left him numb for ten hours, or unconcious for five.

The doctors informed him one day he would kill himself if he continued to do such. But he had neither the money nor the means to make money for the $600,000.00 surgery. Although,t hat didn't stop him from trying. Working odd jobs like the junk yeard, local hoby shops, and gas stations. Thats all he could do with his education. The war robed him of more than a few pounds, it also stole him away from the only chance of an education he could have because he refused to follow an order. A single mistake, and his purple heart was ripped off his chest. He could still feel the los of wheight around his neck, even when he replaced it with a collar. An odd fasion that took root when the gothic culture became more widely accepted in adult cutlure.

The world had split more than it meant too during the war. The gap between poor and rich seperated itself to a fine line until the line no longer existed. You eithr had money, or you didn't. And there was very little chance to change that. The elitist attitude also bore itself very deeply very quickly. So Each and every activist movement died before it even began. The last one, actually ended with the elitist's putting a bullet in the leader's skull. although, no one had proof of course. But he was in the army,  he knew that someone could set up a rifle just above the senetor's home and shoot down after ten minutes of waiting have a shot. It wasn''t exactly uknown that she always swam at 3:30AM, it was her quirk. And it ended up being the end of her as well.

But of course, that was all rumour spread in the lower class homes. In the end very little was known about her death outside of the presinct. What he was hearing now, was a diffren't story. Rumours of death squads going through the outer districts. Rediculous. They use us as slaves, why would they suddenly decide to kill their leibor? It makes no sense. He argued to them, which they counter with the fact cloning was becoming quite popular. But for the sixth layer of hell's sake, needless slaughter is why the war finally stoped. Would they start a civil war because leibor could be free when they could easily afford it? It didn't register with him, not int he least.