He woke up gradually, slowly rolling out of bed. He was never one eager to face the day since the new regime was in charge. About 20 years ago there was a civil war between the Reds and the Blues. The Reds won, but only barely. Their first order of business was business, as they were mostly a regime of rich businessmen and loyal mercenaries.
He shuffled through his pants pockets that were laying on the floor and found his token card and made his way to the shower. He slid the card in the slot and the screen read "Insufficient Funds."
"Shit," he said out loud. He wasn't due to get paid for another 2 days. He knew they would be here soon. Knock Knock Knock! "SHIT!" he knew what was coming.
"Be right there!"
"Jason Wilkons! This is the Federal Credit Bureau! We have been notified that your token card has insufficient funds! Please open the door so we may come to an agreement as to how you are to pay your debt!"
He hated the F.C.B.. His father worked for them when he was younger, only to be killed by them because he refused to "take care" of a civilian with money problems. He was thinking about his father as he frantically thought of a plan for escape. Since his card had no money on it, he couldn't open his windows. And even if he got out, he couldn't turn on his scooter.
"Jason Wilkons! You have one minute to respond!"
"Just putting on some clothes, give me a break!" He decided he would ride it out to see what he could do once on the outside in their hands. Just at that moment, the front door came crashing down and he could here boots stomping in the front room. He came out of his bedroom with his hands up and he had a look on his face like he was about to vomit.
"Are you Jason Wilkons?!"
"Yeah."
"Your card has insufficient funds. You must come with us to debtors prison." The lead man spoke with an almost robot like quality. Three others stood behind him holding military issued M-4's with scopes that were probably stolen way back in the war. Ever since the war ended nobody was allowed to have guns unless you worked for the "government".
"But how will I have money when I get out?" Jason inquired.
"You will pay off your debt plus a month, when you get out you will have a months credit on your card," the leader of the F.C.B. proclaimed.
Jason thought about this for a minute and to him, it honestly didn't sound like a bad deal, but the idea of making a deal with the same people that killed his father made him sick to his stomach.
"What happens if I say no?"
Not a half second after the word "no" left his mouth did the three men, standing behind the their supreme leader, come around with night sticks and started beating Jason like he had just murdered an entire race of people. They went on for about 15 seconds and when they stopped Jason looked up, with blood running from his mouth, said "No." BOOM