July 7th, 2500. A exhausting night after long election, and stand all day.

He sat by his office on rainy night with cup of coffee and original filtered cigarettes by the ashtray, he reflect to himself.

He already fall for his wife.. and this stuck on his brain: 'She's manipulative, and dead, there's no absolute way.. you gonna hurt yourself..' That voice tell him repeatedly, until the door suddenly opens.. it's her. "Mr. President! Good evening! Do you have a gun?" She grins.