The fireworks has stopped long ago. People are flooding the street. A pair of lovebirds kissing each other passionately under the fountain. Some groups of friends are chatting and laughing while walking to the nearest restaurant. They're all looked very happy.

"Another useless year gone by..." I said as I walking down the street."Gotta get home quick." With all of the snows and wind, I just want to come back to my apartment. Twenty years of living, the most valuable thing I can afford is an seven-year-old laptop. My engineering work sometime doesn't get me enough to eat. The rent fee just keep on growing but who am I to judge. The economy of the whole country is in trouble. More and more people are losing their job. Not because companies are having high standards or anything (even though there are), one of the main reasons is because of robots. Technologies has been advancing with an incredible speed. Computers, smartphones, televisions... all of them being more and more relied on by humans. And the most advanced one are robots. They are in almost every intermediate houses and help us in a wide varieties of works. That's where the main problem started. A lot of companies has bought a huge amount of those machines to replace human job. In the end, they are cheaper than a real human and they doesn't need monthly salaries. Because of them that I can't find a job. Self taught by learning from other workers as well as from the Internet (I have to pay the network money too. This country is so rotten), I has able to open a small store for myself in my own apartment. I can fix a variety of technology parts and sell them back at a reasonable price, depends on the struggles I has to fix it (maybe that's the main reason for my lack of money). It has been a few years now and I'm still survive, that's a good thing I guess.

Ah, I'm sorry I forgot the main story. Let's continue. Walking by the busy streets, staying away from any crowds on the streets, I walk back home as fast as possible without looking suspicious. Some people look back and pointing at me as I walk by them. It's reasonable, no normal human would have that much scratches and eye bags. "That guy must be from some secret society." "Shh, don't say that out loud." I ignore them and continue walking by the buildings. The stores are playing some bad house remixes of some folks songs. "They has completely ruined it." I mumbled as I passing by a clothes shop. A police car ran in the opposite direction of mine with loud and long sirens In a mixture of loud cars honking, people chatting and ear-bleeding music, I suddenly hear an unusual sound. Not a dangerous sounds but it's rather soothing and comfortable. "It's Jingle Bells", I thought. A piano solo version of it. I looked to my right, looking for the source of the song. It was from a small alley, between two buildings. As I remember, there's no one around here owns a grand piano. Curious, I walked in the alley, unknown the next thing I meet will be changing my life.

My first time trying to write an actual read-able story. Thank you for your reading. Please tell me if the story has any problems, because there will be a lot.