Fake Identity (2)

A crisp notification from the biological supercomputer flashed before Erik's eyes, delivering news that was as staggering as a bolt from the blue.

[PROCEDURE COMPLETE. FROM THIS OPERATION WE EARNED 100,000 NEW DOLLARS.]

Erik's eyes widened, his gaze locked on the screen as if it were a mirage in the desert.

The amount displayed seemed as surreal as a fabled treasure chest unearthed from the depths of an ancient, forgotten land. For a moment, he was frozen, his brain struggling to process the reality of the figures dancing before his eyes.

100,000 New Dollars was akin to a colossal wave, crashing over him with the force of its unexpected magnitude. It was as if he had stumbled upon a genie's lamp, and with a mere rub, unleashed a creature capable of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary.

The sheer enormity of the amount rendered him speechless, his mind racing with the possibilities that such a windfall could unlock.