No Regrets

No gain

Looking for a well-hìdden house in the middle of the night is not his good choice. So he decided to wait at the first marked stone, which looks like a holding hand. He had to drive 5 times around the lake to find it as the hole faces the opposite direction with the road. Not to mention that the pit was filled with grass.

That is to find the first one only. The second one is not even beside the road.

Good Lord! He will have to go out of the car, walk out of the road in a jungle with no direction. Even worse, this was National Forrest before; no one knows exactly what kind of animals did they protect? He is definitely got himself in the territory of grizzly bears, or the more friendly black bears.

Food attracts bears, so he decided not to bring any. But, he also thought that the drive could be shorter; the sun should shine brightly when he came. And he can quickly hide in his basement.

The only conclusion is he has lost his touch and (temporarily) his meticulous calculation. Sylvia must inherit the trait from someone.

Philippe makes his decision. He lowers the back side window, making a tiny slit. Then, he shuts down the engine. The mystery of darkness terrifies him with tons of nameless and preposterous reason. Bear or fox or wolf may sniff your smell through that gap, a traitorous part of him threatens. Another part criticizes that he is trying to suffocate himself. Not to mention the condemning voice that keeps bringing up the lack of preparation and knowledge. However, they are all bark but not bite type. None of them has the bravery to go out and find "safe house".

He actually does not know the precise condition of the house. The house is supposed to operate without human supervision because Philippe does not have technical knowledge for setting up nor maintaining. There is no update because he pulls workers off immediately after the completion. He had never visited this place to protect the location's secrecy. All in all, the vacation he thought could turn into of nightmare, where he got nowhere to go, or just got killed by some pre-occupants of the house. Or the providing system had already malfunctioned.

He waits, and he waits, craving for a sight of sunlight to end his turbulent of thought.

The longer he waited, the more bizarre his imagination became.

And he cannot close his eyes for just a few seconds, to call for a halt of his thought. Is it the feeling of people in Ghetto? The uncertainty that their life might end at any other time would make they open their eyes all the time. Eons before, the phrase "living every day likes it is the last day of your life" had been the mantra of so many people. Now, there are people who actually feel their last day, do they live like their ancestor? He always wonders about people's judgment.

In this twisted reality, poor people are actually live off the farmer's time. Before his campaign in 2080, the only time producer is fresh young 25 years old. In other words, doomsday. Think of a couple raising their kid 25 years, and that whole family sharing a year, and don't forget the fact that they have to pay their bills. It is just a hopeless cause for anyone to reach the age of 26. For some, education is a luxurious desire.

What did he do? He convinced his boss at that time, there was no profit except for the pride of not being the laziest ones who died. Got welfare from world council, gained his old manager and higherup's truth. The amount of welfare is based on the number of people and an average life of 50 years old, enough for procreation. Just say, everyone lives because of that pocket money.

The society doesn't even need factory workers nor car drivers. The jobs are just there to occupied people's time and labor. And make the system seems fairer and rewardable. Work an 8-hour ship will gain you 5 hour (outside your time lose), so 2 ships cover your house, transportation, and food. You will gain thirty minutes or more per day if you choose wisely. And you will have enough time and hope to bear a child. More old people die, more young people grow up; it is how you make the maximum profit for the whole society.

All those time pass through the leader, and he chooses where to fertilize with fresh time - giving time to which company. His predecessors cannot help but greedily gather most of the resource for them self, which in turn flamed their subordinates' hatred and jealousy. Then, their demotion is just a matter of time.

He is an accountant, the best of his job. He tried to keep the number of his zone level in years. The number of people born and died (because the population over the cap will not gain more money). The number of treasure for the rich here and there( because everyone can be replaced by a younger and smarter version of themselves).

But his replacement is slobby and chaotic and reckless and ignorant. And they call for things he would never compromise. They do deeds that are not in his book. And it works. Somehow, it works with his self-exile. With his disappearance, his lovely daughter only has to reap off his colleagues' fights. Everything he built could burn on such a short notice.

He does everything. And they dare to condemn him for stealing from them? And they dare to destroy his effort?

Let them!

After all, nobody blames the dead, and they are 6 months lesser from death.