Another grey Monday morning.
Moneytory boarded the overcrowded subway, just like every other day.
The smell of worn rubber, the stale air, the endless stream of notifications on his phone—
“Corporate CEOs Receive Massive Bonuses Amid Rising Inflation.”
Right. Same old world. Same old lies.
He looked down at his own hands.
Cracked knuckles, tired skin.
He was a team leader, but his team didn’t respect him.
The CEO barely acknowledged him.
At home, his disabled wife waited, his teenage sons needed guidance, and his aging in-laws demanded more care than he could give.
And that day, he slipped.
A misstep.
A stair.
The cold, sharp kiss of concrete.
Darkness.
When he opened his eyes, the world was... different.
The sky was blue, but the wind shimmered violet.
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He lay on a soft bed in a clean, bright room, like a hotel—
Or maybe a dream.
"Good morning, Mr. Moneytory," a soft mechanical voice greeted him.
Outside the window, floating drones carried messages:
"Your thoughts shape your reality!"
And in his hand, he found a strange device.
A "Thought Converter."
A tool that would translate his will into reality.
Moneytory hesitated.
Was it real?
He muttered under his breath:
"Today... no meetings. Just peace."
Instantly, a notification popped up on the wall:
"All meetings canceled. Have a restful day, CEO Moneytory."
CEO?
Moneytory laughed bitterly.
But before he could enjoy the dream,
an emergency alert flashed across the city’s main screen:
"Anomaly Detected: Thought Discrepancy."
Cracks tore across the sky.
And stepping through those cracks came... a familiar face.
A former team member who once disrespected him.
"Team leader, this world isn't just yours.
Dreams can become nightmares too."
Moneytory clutched the Thought Converter tighter.
"Then I’ll fix it.
I’ll fix everything.
(To be continued...)