[ WP ] You live in a world where the day of your death is on your body . You are also extremely bored at the moment , and have begun to test whether or not you have control over your death time .

My first story using a prompt ( slightly changed it, do n't slate ) 
 
 We all die sometime. It's inevitable. Even in an everchanging world like our own. But this new technology, I hate it. It's something I regret even more than the giant `` Steve-O'' tattoo etched across my back. Yep, this is worse. You have a counter, embedded in your wrist. This counter tells you exactly when you will die. I've got a good 50 years left yet. Yet, I've always wondered, is there anyway to change this fate? I mean, surely? 
 
 We all get times of dire boredom. But this time, *this time* was pretty fucking desperate. I wanted to test my fate. 
 
 Unlocking my husbands gun cabinet with a satisfying click, I loaded the shotgun with fresh shells. The gun in one hand, the other outstretched to view my timer, I brought it close to my temple. The time whizzed down again. Yeah, okay. So, maybe not so accurate but clever. Hooking it back into its place, the counter returned to 50y/22m/345d/92h/55m. Good. 
 
 My eyes suddenly caught site of the clock & I realised I had a small trip planned with my friends. It'd only really been discussed in past months & I was fully packed. But now, in my exploration I was running later than planned. Thank the lord for prepreparation. Running into the bedroom, I ensured my chargers were all packed & hurried to the airport. 
 
 Spotting Marissa across the terminal, I dashed over, my cheeks flushed & breath short. 
 `` Sorry I... took a nap!'' We laughed, meeting our other friends along the way. Eventually the time came to board the flight. 
 `` Hey hey hey! First class!'' I chuckled, getting out my pillow & headphones. 
 `` This is gon na be a comfy ass flight! These tickets must have cost a fortune!'' 
 Then, as I was unwinding my headphone cable, I spotted it. 
 
 My timer read 0y/0m/0d/0h/30m.
