Must keep sane!

Ya, this is another one of those times when I just keep typing until I get back to calmness. I need to think of what the world looks like from space, so I can understand what it would be like to live on mars. You know the martians, they're so racist against those saturnians; last time I saw a whole bunch of them beating each other up for no apparent reason. Well, gee, that's a fantastic idea in and of itself. Sorry for not sharing it with you, but I need to go. I need to start running my own business here, mister.

Sir, you own half of the entire martian railway, people might think you're trying to take over or something.

Well, that's what you're here for, isn't it? That's what I hired you here for, isn't it?

No, sir, you hired me to advise you on financials, something you seem to already know a great deal about seeing as you have the entire martian market at your fingertips.

I don't like you're tone with me.

And I don't like your policies; I guess we're even there.

Why are we talking like this?

I don't know, but nor do I care. I just need you to sign this paper.

That'll grant all of my property to you, no way am I ever going to sign that paper, you fool.

You have a nice looking grandson, Harry, and I'd hate to see anything happen to him.

That's not my grandson, Bruce, looks like you're the one who's made the mistake.

Do you remember red flare day?

Yes, and I want to forget about it.

Well, this kid was the only known survivor of that incident, along with you, with brings up a lot of questions on my part.

Like what?

Why did you save him?

I thought you were threatening to kill him, man, get your act together the next time you see me. I saved him because he was just within reach, and it was a noble thing to do.

To think you were once noble.

So I've suddenly lost my nobility, why? What have I done?

Nothing too crazy, only stolen EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF PROPERTY ON THE FUCKING PLANET!

I did nothing of the sort.

You lie.

Prove it, ass.

You see this picture?

You seem to have a lot of those in that stupid looking suitcase of yours.

Well, this is a picture of mars ten years ago. And HERE is a picture of it, now? Do you see the difference, oh wise old man?

Not really, sorry.

You're a heartless bastard; you know that?

There you go again making strange accusations, what have I done. So I bought some property with the money my father left me when he died, what's the big deal?

You took advantage of the people.

I took advantage of an opportunity, and that opportunity, for your information, happened to be a pain in the ass in disguised. Believe it or not, all of these properties are making me bankrupt.

No.

You want to see my papers.

No, I don't believe you.

Here, here they all are, black and white, clear as crystal! They shouldn't take too long to read for a slimy backstabber like you.

If you're going broke, then why haven't you sold these properties back to the people where they belong.

Because, my idiot friend, take a look at this notice.

"All property sold herein on the planet mars will be immediately sold to the martian government, who will, in turn sell it back to the people." What's wrong with this?

Have you taken a good hard look at the government lately?

Sir, I work at the government, don't try to blame them for anything that's happening here.

Well, if you had any sense, you'd at least've realized that you're not allowed to even speak to the higher ups. Don't you find that strange?

The higher ups are extremely busy dealing with scum like you, who take advantage of the poor and the sick with your stupid money games.

Oh really, the higher ups are too busy? Do you want to know what they do all day? Do you really want to know?

What's this?

Open it.

Oh my god.

So much for a "government of the people," eh?

Where did you get this?

I did some snooping around before they closed their doors. Actually I"m probably the reason they closed them in the first place.

How do I know this isn't some kind of forgery?

Do I look like a good artist; does anyone in my family look like a good aritst?

Of fraud.

Of fraud, fine, but do you see anyone in any of my businesses that can make something THIS realistic? I think not. No, buddy, sorry to say this, but your "friendly government" is nothing more than a fucking scam, and everyone in it is involved, whether they know it or not, even you, who get sent to people who try to end this madness and insanity like me. Have you opened your eyes, yet?

I still don't trust you?

The swell thing is that you don't have to. Go check this shit out for yourself. I'm sure someone of your stature would be able to get into the plaza building, albeit through a bit of "disobedience" as your higher ups call it.

I'll be back here tommorow.

Good luck, kid, you're gonna need it. I hope he's as smooth as I assumed he is, otherwise he'll end up like all the others. God, if you're out there, help this kid. I'm sure you can do that, right? Okay, Susan!

What?

Bring in my next appointment.