Day 000 Hour 08

{The $100 Club}

[Congratulations on the completion of your first task.]

[You will now get your name recorded in the archives as

a willing participant.]

[Check progress report:]

[Spent a total of $7

93% score

You have listed in the bottom 3%

of all members who completed the first task

No extra rewards will be granted

No records set]

{I was not given the rules yet}

[You will be contacted for new task at the beginning

of the next month]

The texts with the explanation ended there. Not only was I not responded to but every text I sent after that, I did not receive anything in return. It was clear that "customer service" was a term not recognized by this group. And to add salt to my wound, I do not receive a bonus since I performed poorly.

"The lady at the desk ripped me off." I had no intention of revenge when I thought that. It was just a mere mention of the facts. I had an extra $93 to do with as I please. "Wait," I just remembered something. "Can't they track the rest of my bills?"

That was not good. Free money was one thing but money that they knew right away where it was did not sit right for my pessimistic behaviour. I came to a decision that I would get rid of it right away.

I earned enough money for the day but I was not done yet. So I walked about ten minutes to reach a food truck that sold a variety of dishes that were made while you waited.

"Uncle." I called out to him in respect. "Can I have two boiled eggs, pita bread with fries? Three servings please."

I handed him $3 from the traceable stack.

"Do you need change today?" The older man with grey hair creeping in asked in a tone of normalcy. "Yes please. Today I have 18 $5 bills. Can I have ones?"

He only smiled by the larger than normal amount I mentioned. I noticed the shock on his face for a second before it faded away. I thought nothing of it. I don't really trust him but I did not think he would have had that kind of reaction from that amount of money. I have to be more careful in the future. He handed me my food wrapped in foil and then in a plastic bag.

The money would be placed inconspicuously in the bag with the food so as to not attract unwanted attention. I was a regular at his shop and served to lessen the amount of bills he had to carry at the end of the day. And because of the symbiotic relationship, I did not have a need to be worried about getting cheated.

I was now free, richer than when I went to bed last night and clueless as to whether I had joined a cult. I was explicitly told not to mention the club to anyone so I found myself at an impasse. Should I explore my curious nature and paint a target on my back? Or should I leave it alone and gain information as the months renewed themselves?

I pretend like I have a choice but honestly, I don't. They knew where I lived, had agents in the area and probably tracked me with the new phone I just bought. I will just wait it out. The benefits are easy enough to obtain.