I felt numb. Looking around the lavish interior of the limousine, the feeling only got worse. The rich leather felt soft under my fingertips. The carpet lining beneath my ratty old shoes was thick and plush. Computer screens flickered brightly, displaying a flurry of economic news and stock data. A limo bar contained bottles of the finest booze. The air in the confined space smelled of wealth beyond my comprehension.
—One Week Later, A Maxwell Floyd Short Story