[ WP ] `` I 'm sorry , but the thing you were looking for is sold out . ''

They knew this would happen, the people in charge. It always happens when you make a thing *necessary. * It's exactly what they wanted. 
 
 The clerk stared across the counter. 
 
 I swiped my card. Yellow. No surprises there. 
 
 `` I'm sorry sir, we're sold out.'' 
 
 Bullshit. They had plenty. Not for a yellow. Greens, maybe. The blues had no worries. 
 
 `` Can I at least see one?'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry sir, we're sold out.'' 
 
 The clerk stood, stoic. 
 
 I searched my wallet. Four hundred dollars. Would n't mean much if I was n't around to spend it. I slid the bills across the counter. 
 
 The clerk stared at the money. `` I'm sorry sir, we're sold out.'' He slid the money back across the counter. 
 
 I grabbed the bills. Something new, something stiff. A card. Nice sleight of hand. The clerk give a bit of a smile. 
 
 I pocketed the money and the card. 
 
 Standing outside the clinic, I pulled the card. Blank. Or was it? A number raised from the surface, barely visible. An address. What was left to trade? I felt the scar on my side. That was the worst of it. Barely survived. Black market disinfection techniques are n't the best. An eye. I still had both of my eyes. I could live with one. One's all you need. It would have to do. Would they even take it? Myopia was n't too bad, should be usable. 
 
 I closed one eye and walked. This was doable. Depth perception's a little funny. Better than a slow, painful death. 
 
 Got ta do it while I have the nerve, I told myself. I glanced at the card, rubbing the numbers. And I walked.
