"Your ID"
What do you do? Buy guns, shoot everyone up in the gun shop, or
something else?
"Here's my ID." - you aim at his body. The rocket goes
through him, but he doesn't die. You understand he's only a hylogram.
You take your credit card and show him.
"OK. But I need your age and work, sir." - he says. You take
your credit card back and shout.
"Can't you see I'm over 18? Huh? Look at my features! They are of
a man! A real, strategic, wise, thinking, handsome man! And romantic
as well!" - you stamp your foot and go away. Then you see a HUGE
(in the biggest meaning of the word) building, with a laser pistol
drawing on it. You understand it's the gun shop.
