“N.F.T.”

“You have to chill, Sim. She’s not picking up, she’s not picking up. It’s like — why do you love birds anyway?”

“Oh, you never had a bird. I forgot.”

“Nah, I have — which is why I’m saying — ” and just then, she walked in. All 5-feet-something taller than me, but at Sim’s shoulders. Sim, is Simeon. And he’s my client.

Matchmaking is hard work, and most people think it’s as fake as Monday Night Raw. But if my people listen to me, they’ll spend their Monday night raw — ya feel me? But this woman is gorgeous, and just Simeon’s type.

You see, my job is pretty much not a job; I’m just here for the perks. Sure, the money is good — my clients are well-off; my girls are — oops. I mean…well, yeah, my girls. And that’s the best part of the job.

Robberies. Home invasions. A little sex work. Ever since the fall of the old society, and true equality and freedom began to ring; more people such as myself, were finally left to be the businessman where our interests found alignment. A few favors for a few favors, and the next thing you know — boom — a legitimate operation. Home invasions have gone down, though, as more people have abandoned their homes, in search of pink sands and margaritas. Nobody works anymore but people have all of this new money from the Meta. And time — remember how we used to be willing to die to manipulate it?