Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Sleepless in Space

100 years ago, space was a symbol of the future, an idea that mankind could only dream of. What was kept on Earth, expanded into the stars. Love and death discovered new horizons to exploding supernovas and red planets, fighting in the same quarrel that was most known on the seven continent rock. Now in the year 2070, space is just the commute to work. Things have changed since then, with spaceships becoming as common as cars, and flying to other planets as driving to different states. Earth was shattered, but not broken completely, releasing the hope of humanity into different regions in the solar system.

But one thing that hasn't changed was the level of crime. Matter of fact, it increased. A lot.

With new weapons and drugs popping up on nearly every planet, as criminals crossed new boundaries, so did bounty hunters. It could be a good paying job, traveling into space, meeting different people, exposure to different cultures, and gaining experience. That was the pros. But to every job, there are cons. With this job, literally. Unfortunately, some bounty hunters can go a while before they catch someone. And with so many bounty hunters in space, and more crevices for criminals to hide in, it's understandable to not wanting to share.

In the dead of the night, a Mars city bursted with excitement. Glittering lights surrounded the shipyard of sleeping travelers, noises of people laughing and living tuned out by thick walls of steel and bolts.

You laid in your ship, stirring from a sleepless night. Whatever rest you got didn't do much, and you so desperately wanted to drift in a blissful slumber. Some years ago, you decided to leave what was left of...home, and actually do something with the rest of your life. Growing up around crime, hell, even committing some crimes, was getting tiring and it made you feel horrible. So you decided to change that. There wasn't that much money, but you had your freedom. This was your home, your own bed and your own woolong that you could use to your hearts content.

But you were so tired.

You groaned in frustration. I need to do something, you thought. Maybe if I do something, I'll feel sleepy and finally my ass can get some shut eye. You got out of your bed and headed to the mainframe of the ship. You turned on your monitor, the whirring of power jolted your seat. Picking up a bottle of some sweet liquid, you began to swiped through the vast list of criminals that popped up on your feed. You just took care of one two weeks ago, but money runs out fast nowadays. Fuel and toll fees took the majority of it, with a little left over for the other necessities. Like deodorant. It was a string of petty crimes, shoplifting and burglary. Quick cash, but not too bad.

Your eyes felt a little droopy, and the excitement of finally being able to rest grew. Oh, finally. You yawned, relieved that you felt tired enough to sleep again. You got up, ready to shut off the monitor when all of a sudden, it pinged. You looked back on the screen and saw a new name was added to the list.

You opened the profile. The picture showed a slender woman with a purple bob, shades on and leaning against a wall. The name read, "Faye Valentine". Lemme guess, you thought, shoplifting? No, prostitution. No doubt, she was beautiful, stunning. No doubt this girl could have anything she wanted. But that couldn't fool you one bit. You read the description.

Age: 77 years old.

Typo or she just looks really good for her age. The wonders of plastic surgery and modern technology. You scoffed. You read on, still in disbelief that this girl is 77 years old and still kicking it.

Wanted for: Grand Theft [300,000,000 woolong]

Your eyes widen in shock. How? Who let this little old lady get away with that amount of money? You laughed to yourself. But the laughter stopped when you looked at the bounty head.

Bounty: [6,000,000 woolong]

You suddenly weren't tired anymore.