I guess I shouldn't bitch about my job too much, because it's the only one that lets me smoke (and sneak a drink). I really wish I could've saved that girl's arm for reattachment--at least I saved her life.

You'll find out why I chose to work for Speedfitters. Well, I really didn't have much of a choice because I was a "C" student that barely graduated. My choices were: police officer, corrections officer, or soldier.

Pretty crazy picture, huh? I would say not to judge me until you know me. This will give you an idea how much my job sucks working for Speedfitters. Just for your info, I didn't cash in on the blind guy's parts, even though it would've been easy to. Being the nice guy that day cost me 200 bucks.

I'm gonna tell you what a parts reclamation agent does, which is my job. You probably think you have a F-ed up job. And maybe you do. But mine I'm guessing is worse.

I show up at an accident scene before an ambulance at an accident scene and decide if a victim's arm or leg is reattached based on their insurance.

Basically, if you don't have money to get your arm or leg stitched back on, they get sold off and you receive a Speedfitter's prosthetic.

Everyone wants to know from me what America is like in 2048. I want to know how it got so screwed up. Fine, I'll start telling you about 2048 America.