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The year is 2045.

Sick of watching your family waste away.

Mm-hmm.

You decide to finally take it to the bread lines,

burst through all the security and make off with as much sustenance as you can to feed them.

Yes.

You break out of the glass of the security checkpoint and hoof it into the streets

and you give yourself about two minutes before the facial recognition drone cops decide to swarm.

And I don't know what I'm going to do.

And you know that you have just enough time to make it back to at least one of your little

hideouts because you got your boys that helped you set up the plan.

Yeah.

But apparently you might have been sold out because some of those drone cops were ready

in waiting the moment you got outside.

You're run into the crowds, you blend in, you do your best to use your escape tactics.

And for the most part you seem okay.

But suddenly the drone cops that scanned your face,

a plastering that face all over time square.

Oh man.

Your face is everywhere, they're hunting for you because you stole food and there's a lot.

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