Inspired by: Rainy Day Woman #12 and 35
It’s been an odd couple of weeks for Ein Quin. When Sadie left the city, it deprived him of the primary person he hung out with outside work. He hardly slept and didn’t have many hobbies. He spent his nights watching TV and talking with his cat, BC, who he could now communicate with thanks to an alien device.
Ein brainstormed extracurricular activities he could do with BC, eventually landing on becoming a Baby Driver.
“I don’t understand what a Baby Driver is,” BC asked.
“I’d just be like a getaway driver for people who commit heists.”
“Doesn’t that make you a criminal?”
“Criminal adjacent at most. I miss being a driver, though. It’s a much better job, it’s just me and two tons of steel gliding through the city streets. No paperwork, no second reviews, just do I have gas? Yes, I do let’s drive.”
“Sound’s good to me,” BC said, and then they went back to sleep.
A few days of emailing back and forth with a couple, Ein met up with them in a bar.
Veronica seemed to be the brains of the outfit and Duke, the manual labor. They’re relatively new to the criminal life. Until recently, they were executives, Duke an accountant, and Veronica head of security. When Jon Fall bought their company, they both got laid off.
“Evening Duke, Veronica.”
“Hey Ein, we were just going over your heist plans, it looks like a good lead,” Duke said.
“Do either of you ever feel bad stealing from people?”
Duke and Veronica looked at each other and said in unison, “Nah!”
Veronica elaborated, “We’re not stealing from people living paycheck to paycheck. These people are billionaires. Do you understand how much money that actually is? How much is in your savings account?”
“Okay, so if I asked you to borrow $2, you’d hardly miss it.”
Ein shook his head no.
“Well, that’s one-tenth of one percent. Do you know what one-tenth of one percent is for someone with just $2 billion?”
Ein did the math, “Oh wow, $2 million.”
“Do you know how someone becomes a billionaire?” Duke asked.
Ein said, “you create something everyone needs.”
“To get that rich, you create something the world wants and tell them how much they need it. Then to satisfy the manufactured demand, then use the cheapest possible labor to actually make the product. We’re talking over working people with little bargaining power for ridiculously low wages often in unsafe conditions.”
“If we lived in a just society, the government would do this work for us, tax their wealth, and distribute it to people who could really use it. They can’t share two cents on every dollar? It’s absurd.”
“But what if we get caught?” Ein asked.
“Anyone can find fault with anything you do. You just need to trust your convictions and know you’re doing the best you can. This is Robin Hood stuff!”
They continued to explain socioeconomics to him as they drank.