Trafika Europe 4 - Armenian Rhapsody

Remember, the device is more valuable than your life. Don’t be bent out of shape over that. That’s the way it is.”

Gregor wheeled and dealed in biotime theft. Together with his colleagues in the trade he “cleaned out” late passers-by and individual passengers on public transportation, the drunk and the weak, infants, and decrepit old people. For each operation just several seconds of contact of the chronomatizer with the victim’s body, which needed to be relatively still, was enough. The stolen time was poured into clients, who paid well for every biological year. Business was booming. “The logic is simple. You understand, that little kinders have the most unused biological time. In the olden cadres – the least. So the first are our priority,” Gregor picked up his chronomatizer and twirled it in his fingers. “Time – is money – now in a literal sense. You pour in a hundred years – you buy yourself a nice house. Like I have. Another fifty – a new car. Like I have. You’ll become a manager after me, the team won’t object. And I’ll retire for a much-deserved rest. Your time has come. The competition on the market is increasing without a doubt. We need more reliable people, and more devices. So we need you, bro. Yu r velkom.”

“Why do you want to retire?” Maximilian was surprised.

“I’ve poured about six-hundred years into profiteers. Now I’m putting the entire shebang into my bank account and

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