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“Hey you, hand it over!”

“This?! No way man, what the hell’s wrong with you?” I tried bolt, but he had me cornered.

“Hand it over. Now! That’s state property.”

I cradled it in my hands. It was my freedom, back when there was such a thing. Now they wanted more.

“Hand over the book!”

He was enforcing for the Corps, a power-hungry conglomerate. I hadn’t payed the monthlies on it, and they wanted it back. You can’t own anything these days.

I held it out, defeated, flinching as he grabbed it. I knew what was next.