[ WP ] You have an ATM that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day , how you spend it is your choice . Today you are given $ 70,000,000 .

PRE-STORY WARNING: I was really bad with tenses while writing this, and do n't have the time to fully proof read it right now. Apologies in advanced! 
 
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 Anonymous Tactile Medium. ATM for short. That's how most people pay for things, ever since the 6th economic crash this century. They were a physical private key into the world of cryptocurrency. A huge blockchain network and the lack of central servers renders falsifying transactions nearly impossible. 
 
 Nearly. 
 
 I do n't know who made it, or why they made it, or how, but there's a website. It claims to give you exactly enough money to get through the day. Most of the population think it's a scam. In fact, I did too, until drunken me signed up for it. Apparently it `` chose'' me, according to that email. Not sure if that means I'm the only one it works for, or if it really is a scam. 
 
 Well, I guess I know it's not a scam now. I drained currency off my primary chip onto my secondary one. Then I connected my primary chip to the website. It did n't matter if it took control of my chip or whatever, I could have just gotten a new one implanted into my hand. It was something like a five minute procedure to get an old chip removed and a new one installed. 
 
 But I'm going off topic here, I'm sure you know all of this. The part you probably do n't know is that... the website worked. For months now, I've had the money beamed into my account from who knows where. No matter where I decide to go for lunch, or who decides to mess with my plans, I always have enough money for the day. I do n't even have to work around the amount, it just sort of... happens to cover everything. It's not like I've got this huge amount in it and the extra is taken out. No, it is exactly how much I'm going to spend that day. Most days, it's only a few dozen dollars, sometimes less. Every once in awhile it will be a few hundred. Kind of spoils when I'm about to go on a date, ya'know? At least, in those rare cases I go out on a spontaneous date with people. 
 
 But now I'm getting sidetracked again. I guess I should tell you of where the story _really_ gets interesting: the day I found 70,000,000 in my chip. 
 
 It felt... weird. I'd gotten into the habit of looking at how much I had each morning, and guessing what I would be doing. That day, however... I did n't know. It was hard to leave bed, knowing that I had more money than all the money I'd ever possessed before that point put together. 
 
 It was on the train to work that I found out _why_. The man looked suspicious. He kept glancing into his duffel bag, then checking his watch. Bag. Watch. Bag. Watch. Phone. Next stop sign. Bag. Watch. 
 
 We were about halfway down the line, and the train driver was clocking out, someone else getting on to replace them. It was then when the suspicious jumped off his seat, drew a large gun from the duffel bag, and told everyone to get down. One person, a woman, probably an undercover cop, jumped up from her seat, but was quickly shot down by a second man holding a much smaller gun. 
 
 `` THIS TRAIN IS OURS NOW! Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. Think of your families. On your knees, heads to the ground, arms behind your backs. If you've got heart problems, take a seat, keep your arms outstretched. I do n't want to see anyone going for their phones. Glasses too! Throw your glasses and phones here, NOW! I do n't care if they're prescription, you do n't need them with your SHUT EYES!'' 
 
 With that, the man with the hand gun, the one who had shot the woman, walked to the front of the train, dragging the conductor in with them. They got the train moving, stopping it partway to the next stop. 
 
 It was then that I realized what I had the money for. 
 
 `` The city is supposed to be wiring 50 mil to one of you guys' accounts. You're free to go once you get it. You see this phone in my hand? I'm in call with your fucking _guardian angel_ right now. Everybody tell him thanks.'' 
 
 The car remained silent, prompting the man with the very large gun to raise it up. `` I SAID TELL HIM YOUR THANKS, YOU UNGRATEFUL MAGGOTS!'' His words reverberated through the car, alongside the sounds of metal puncturing metal as several bullets went through the roof of the train. 
 
 Amidst the sounds of panic were several yelled thank yous. 
 
 `` Good. Now. I want to make it clear to you dirty, bureaucratic dog. If I've not got my money in 30 minutes, I start killing one person every minute. I see so much as a GLINT in these tunnels, I blow the top off this car, taking everyone with me.'' 
 
 The man looked around the car, until his eyes finally landed on me. `` YOU! Come. MOVE YOUR ASS!'' He looked back to his phone. `` I've got someone here. Name's...'' I stared blankly at him. `` TELL ME YOUR NAME!'' 
 
 I stammered it out as firmly as I could. 
 
 `` There. That's the name. You get that? You've got 30 minutes to get him the 50 mil, or he's dead.'' 
 
 `` Sir, 30 minutes just is n't eno...'' 
 
 `` SHUT IT! 30 minutes.'' He hung up the phone. 
 
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 Perhaps you can guess what happened thirty minutes later. We shook hands, me and the gun toting maniac. He activated a transfer device, and choose the amount, 50 million. He was pleasantly surprised when it went through. We were all told to get off the train, one by one, as the two men detached the first car from the rest of the train. They drove off, leaving us behind. SWAT was soon surrounding us, making sure we were all ok. We were ferried to the nearest stop, where ambulances and reporters waited in the wings. Of course, I was the first target. 
 
 But not by the media. No, it was police marshals. They had n't been able to transfer the money to me, in part due to having never registered my public token with the state. Not registering my token was perfectly legal, they were n't here about that. 
 
 They wanted to know how a minimum wage employee working at a fast food joint, barely out of college, had 50 million in their account. I was soon detained, but due to an old, nearly forgotten law that my ( way too expensive ) lawyer found, bail was set at 10 million. Of course, I simply paid it. I was out in no time. 
 
 Next came figuring out where to go. Tom knew some shady contacts, and I knew one of them. So I went, spending a few thousand here, tens of thousands there, until I finally got to the real deal. 1 million to completely change my identity. New country, new name, new papers. Everything I needed, travel included. By the end of it all, I had just over a dollar. Enough for one last meal at the restaurant I hated.
