Brightened

It's been dark for a long time... Sunlight hasn’t been around since I was six. There’s a lot of lamps and stuff around here, but no sun. When my genius best friend, Joshua, comes up with a bright substance that looks like a mini sun you can hold in the palm of your hand, men in black come around and start asking questions we don’t want to answer. We’re pretty smart, so it's kind of easy to dodge them. But ever since the men we call the “Q.I.M.,” (questioning inpatient men) start following us to a lot of places, Joshua’s data and paperwork start disappearing. Awhile later, it’s all gone and a man named Kevin Niasia releases it out for sale and when Joshua and I found out he was making millions with it, we demanded our money. Of course, we have to sneak in and get it out.