[ WP ] `` Everybody dies without even a penny to their name . ''

“ Well, I suppose I should get this over with, ” thought Lloyd glancing at the counter on his wrist. Thirty cents it read, which he guessed meant fifteen minutes left for him. So long as the cost of a minute had n't changed in the last couple hours. It was n't the first time he had been pushed to these extremes, and he knew it would n't be the last. So long as the upper class kept the world under their thumbs, nothing would change. Until someone brought them down, or forced them to give up their wealth, he would be forced to do this again and again. 
 
 He looked down at the counter on her wrist, which read two hundred dollars. Almost a weeks worth of life. He was n't worried she would wake up, she was way too drugged up for that. It was one of the reasons he picked her. One less drug addict feeding the greed of the one percent, one less soul giving them their lives. Better in the hands of someone who can fight them. At least that's what he told himself to fell less guilty. 
 
 Carefully he hooked up his siphon to her counter. It was hand made, and crude, but it was all he had. Siphons were after all illegal, as they bypassed all the security systems of the counters, and a quality one would have cost him more than he would ever hope to have. He hit the load button, and then watched her counter slowly drop. Two hundred, one hundred, fifty, twenty-five... then zero. He made sure to keep his gaze away from her face. He found out early on that it always made things worse to look at them afterwards. He connected the siphon to his counter and hit dump. He stood there for a moment afterwards, watching his counter. It did n't move at first, and he thought to himself “ Please, please do n't crap out on me now... ” Then, slowly, it climbed. All the way up to two hundred dollars, and fifteen cents. He breathed a sigh of relief. One more week.
