Worthless kids, kids no one would miss; kids like me. That's who they took. There used to be stray beggars all over the city of New York, but now you have no one to give your spare change to. I guess they were doing the world a favor though. The kid that I used to see every day holding an empty rusty can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup in front of the Coffee shop on 34th street disappeared. I remembered that cool, crisp November evening well, because it was one day before I disappeared next. But it didn't really matter: because no one saw. And no one noticed. And no one cared. But I guess it was okay, because it was every young boy's dream to be a real life terminator, right?
