You're going about your day when a man appears before you. Literally, appears-- from a rectangular portal forming in thin air, appearing like magenta light being sucked into a black vacuum. He wears a blue suit with a red tie and white undershirt, which he straightens before speaking up. He clears his throat, speaking with the smarmy, yet professional tone of a 50s businessman.
"Greetings. I'm from the department of future and existing lives. I'm here to discuss your policy."
As you try to react, you can feel an ethereal force binding you to compliance. As you sit there, stuck like an active brain in a paralyzed body, he hands you a slip from his briefcase.
It's a very professional looking form, and through all the legalese, you pick out one sentence that makes your heart drop.
"Policy canceled due to non-payment."
A payment history shows every year of your life, and an accruing debt. The man tells you he's been trying to find you for a long, long time.
He mentions that your policy will only be active for another week, before bidding you a good day, and returning through the portal which he came in.
The portal persists.
What do you do now?
"Greetings. I'm from the department of future and existing lives. I'm here to discuss your policy."
As you try to react, you can feel an ethereal force binding you to compliance. As you sit there, stuck like an active brain in a paralyzed body, he hands you a slip from his briefcase.
It's a very professional looking form, and through all the legalese, you pick out one sentence that makes your heart drop.
"Policy canceled due to non-payment."
A payment history shows every year of your life, and an accruing debt. The man tells you he's been trying to find you for a long, long time.
He mentions that your policy will only be active for another week, before bidding you a good day, and returning through the portal which he came in.
The portal persists.
What do you do now?
