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Money Is Power

MR PO

To earn good name you need a style 
You may continue it for meanwhile 
It may lead you to some achievement 
That may be your happiest moment 

You got to walk for an extra mile 
You may get some mileage and shine 
That will encourage you to work more 
More ideas may creep in and you may explore 

To lead an honorable life 
You must have partner in the form of wife 
She may serve and help you I n her capacity 
She inspire you all the time by remaining in near vicinity 

You may put all your efforts in one direction 
It may strengthen your belief and put you in action 
you may struggle hard and try to maintain the position 
It will be proving fruitful when you try to have good composition 

there is every possibility that you may loose the face 
you may be thrown out and loose the race 
there may be complete failure and nothing will be left to trace 
you must enlighten your self to come again in such case 

For scoring very high, you need not to loose your identity 
You should never encourage hostility or go for enmity 
you must put all your efforts to have amity 
Money should not be the only consideration for its utility 

Have we to sacrifice humanity to have material gain 
Can any one deny it or restrict himself to the main aim>? 
Is there any compulsion to go in for such action? 
It will invite only enmity with bad reaction 

Have we gone that much crazy for money? 
Do we really believe money is god and God is money? 
Money may be considered essential and only key 
It should not be offered as only tool for free 

Money power is understood and realized 
It is linked to power and symbolized 
Everybody is busy collecting it and besieged 
It is all time wish and can’t be frozen 

Life can’t be moved an inch 
Its absence is felt with punch 
You may be termed as useless 
Lot many problems you may have to face 

The main question is whether we should have it or not 
Whole thrust should be made or unnecessarily fought 
Money is definitely going to play dominant role 
You can play noble part and own responsibility as sole 

No one can last without its use 
Dangers are many if continue with its misuse 
Money is essential and very powerful tool 
No one can stay aloof or make anybody fool, ...: ! 

~Money Is Power by MerryPens~

Money is everything. It's always been. Since time immemorial man has used currency in the form of shells, pearls, gold, even paper. Used in the trading of goods and services money could be used for something as simple as paying some random street whore on the sidewalk to suck your cock in an alleyway for a buck to purchasing a mansion if you had that kind of cash.

Now, money came in the form of Tiles. Small, hardened glass, with holographic numbers. Glass held the power to buy things now.

I worked for a company which provided most of the world with the latest in military technology and weaponry. Thankfully, with everyone buying weaponry to keep their countries safe, whole governments would pay millions for Mogwai's products.

I stood within a dark room, my hands behind my back. Ahead of me was a woman who sat behind her desk, her beauty made possible by millions of tiles worth in skin surgery. She wore a black dress, her hands covered in black leather gloves. Her dark red hair fell just past her nape as she stared out of her view at the city below.

"So the doctor refused our offer?" She asked,her eye's not moving away from the neon lights flickering below her.

"Yes ma'am."

The woman reached into a drawer just behind her desk, lighting up a cigar, the smoke cloud barely visible in the darkness.

"Did you double it?"

"He still refused." I lied.

Again, she exhaled breathing out a cloud of smoke.

"Fine then. Send a strike team. I want the robot taken by force."

"Ma'am, he isn't a robot-"

"It was designed by a human, and you reported that it could be weaponized,that's what the doctor said. It's a robot in my eye's."

I took a deep breath, choosing my next words carefully. "Ma'am...I've seen it with my own eye's. The synthetic displays human emotion, he has a conscience, feelings...even dreams."

"I don't give a pigs fuck about what it is. Whether it has emotions, gets hard when it watches porn whatever the fuck happens, I don't care. What I do care about, is what time I can show the world our new weapon, and rake in the tiles."

A shiver went down my spine as she rose her voice. She calmed down, and that only barely made me feel any better.

"I want him then. Bring the synth here to Mogwai Corp."

"When do you want me to send the team ma-"

"Now. Right now."

I gulped down, nodding and leaving the room without another word. I slid my phone out of my pocket, dialling the number at the top of my phone book.

"It's me. Get everyone ready in the parking lot right now. We're going to visit Doctor Morgan's office again."