1 Prologue

"Hey, Joseph! Where the fuck is my money?! Where the fuck is my 10 million!?" A giant muscular mans with tattoos all over his body, every inch of this man screams gangster and bad guy. The man he is screaming at is young but dangerously skinny, like skin and bones, a skeleton pretty much. He is tall and has jet black hair and sky blue eyes if he wasn't so skinny then he would be handsome beyond compare, he is also a person who suffers from a disease since birth. This disease cost a lot of money just to keep him physically functioning.

It is a super rare progressive deteriorative disease, rare as in looking for a single specific pebble in a mountain range that spans hundreds of thousands of miles, it has only one previous case in the entire history of medicine. This disease at its current stage causes him to be unable to do anything physical besides walking and sitting. This disease deteriorates all his muscles until he is unable to even move a finger, even worse it uses all that muscle it deteriorated and improves all his other living functions, like his circulatory system becomes a whole lot more efficient but only to his vitals, his nervous system creates more nerve cells and makes new connections making his thinking faster and better and the same with all his other systems. But the worst part is all his senses, sight, hearing, touch, pain, taste, smell, pressure vanish slowly even when his nervous system is becoming better. He will basically become an intelligent corpse who suffers a fate worse than death, better yet he is only 18. He is almost at the last stage, everything is numb, his vision is like trying to look through a thick black veil, his hearing is like that of a 180 year old and hearing aids do not work as efficiently as they used to, he lost his sense of taste long ago, and his sense of smell disappeared when he was but a child. Only with sheer willpower is he still able to speak and move ever so slightly.

"I'll pay you... back soon... Mickey. I... just... need a bit... more... time." he said while holding on to the walls to keep himself up.

Mickey went up to Joseph and pushed him into the wall causing Joseph to fall to the floor with a thud "Shut up Joseph! I need that money now! We already confiscated all your augmentations and supports that cost you twenty million! You still owe us 10 million you dick weed! We already took over your business that collects millions a year."

Joseph spoke from the floor "Then... just use... that to pay... it off.. you should be... fine in a couple... years!"

Mickey replies with a loud angry shout "Not! Fast! Enough! If you don't get us our money by next week you know what will happen!" With that said Mickey walks away and disappears around the corner.

*switching to Joseph point of view

I scream in my mind, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK! Tears I can't even feel fall down my face. The pain someone feels in their throat when they cry is nonexistent. I fucking lost everything, all I have now is five fucking dollars in my pockets. I know what they'll do, they know of my disease and they know I can make money so they always raise the interest fee when I'm about to pay it all off, so I always owe them money. But before that even happens they lock me in a dark room void of everything. It gives me a glimpse of what is to come. I scream but the room is designed so sound doesn't resonate giving the true illusion that I can't hear, and cannot see. These are the last few senses I have remaining and when they do that to me, it's inconceivably pure torture. That's what Mickey just threatened me with.

It is the year 4365 and believe it or not but I'm still on earth even though people have colonized planets light years away. Every other disease has been cured including cancer and for whatever reason mine is un-fucking-curable! Genetic manipulation didn't work, in fact it made the degeneration accelerate. Reatomization didn't work, it made me unbearably numb. Everything else my Parents and I tried since birth was an outstanding failure; in fact, it resulted in the opposite occurring and worsening my condition. I used to have augmentations that supported me, they were all exterior supports because cyborging cost billions and I have no way to make that much anymore and I doubt my nerve endings will actually connect and function properly.

Unfortunately, my parents died when I was 16. Reason being a starship accident. I had nothing left to inherent because everything was used to find a possible cure; fortunately and unfortunately, I am an only child and I do not have any siblings who would suffer through poverty because of me. Another fortunate thing is I had already created a business for new technology research, it was becoming pretty successful. The part that sucks is I had to take a loan from a seemingly official loaning business for 30 million, With my parents in the background I was able to get this loan but now look where I am, rock-fucking-bottom; you know what, you know the rock and the hard place people talk about? Well, I am below that too. I am going to die soon; no, not die I am going to seem dead in every right of the word but be alive, a living corpse and I haven't even gotten laid.

I stand up and with my slow and horrible senses start walking in a stumbling manner, people probably think I'm drunk but I cannot walk normally, my legs and body do not communicate with my brain properly. I have no idea where I am heading because I have no connections and I have never made any friends because I was always hospitalized and couldn't go out or go to school. I am lucky I could create a business from my hospital room with minimal outside interactions, the rest could be handled with labor bots. I was tutored by an old man named Mr. Jenkins but he died of natural causes at age 240. So I am stuck on earth, the oldest of planets we lived in and with only five dollars. I'm racking my brain for an old fashioned get rich quick scheme.

"Grrrrrrr!!!!" My stomach growled, I'm hungry after who knows how long I have been walking aimlessly. I look up to see a holographic screen in front of me. It reads, John's Convenience Store. Well, They must have food. I walk in ever so slowly, like a limping zombie. From what I can tell, to my left is the cashier register with someone who is around 21 behind the counter reading a holograph magazine, holozine for short, and a holographic tv is in the upper right floating there with the news playing. In front is food, uh.. food and oh! food. I'm so hungry it's all I see.