Chapter 63: Black Death (10)
I was born human, but lived like a machine.
No matter what I wanted, I would act like a robot in the process of achieving that goal. I could never shake off the feeling that I was being consumed as a part of the society in my day to day life.
I believed others would be the same. As such, I didn’t trust them as much as I didn’t trust myself. Honestly, it was hard for me to put on an amiable face for a stranger.
Yet the reason why I could endure this harsh world while being considerate toward others was because of money.
Money, or credit in English. Credit also meant trust.
It wasn’t some devout faith taught by religion or the trust that came from being as close as family.
The word credit was only effective when reason, logic, business, and needs fit together.
It didn’t need to be complicated. All I wanted was to receive as much as I gave, to just exchange superficial virtues and then go our own ways.
Also known as give-and-take. Unfortunately, this was a rule I learned from my family.
“Well, guess I should pay first.”
A gold coin was placed on my hand.