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“Hey Max, thanks so much for watching my kid brothers! My parents are busy and I really need to get to this job interview. It'll only be for about three hours.”
<span class="mu-r">”No problem!”</span> You say, smiling.
“I don't have much to pay you...”
<span class="mu-r">”Oh, you don't need to pay me anything. I don't need any money.”</span>
“You sure? Thanks, I'll bring you a pack of those protein poofs you like for dinner.”
<span class="mu-r">”Sounds great!”</span>
Your name is <span class="mu-s">Max Montagu</span> and you live on Level 5. Within the sparse and uncomfortable walls of yet another government supplied & rent controlled microapartment; you offered to help watch a friend's brothers for a bit. He's one of the few people you know who has a chance to move up in the city; up to Level 4. Just like Cheryl. You didn't ask for a reward, after all, your UBI is enough to cover all basic expenses.
<span class="mu-r">”Marbles? Huh, I never had many of those when I was your age. I remember bigger kids would always just steal stuff like that; better to not get attached.”</span>
“Nobody has stolen them from us; and we've played with them in the street before!” Carlos's brother says.
<span class="mu-r">”Hmm... guess times have changed.”</span>
