FED is dead – tribute to the chopperman

by Vladan Cukvas

An imaginary day in the not so distant future.

I woke up to the sound of chopper hovering above the town. The money was raining all over, just as the man had promised. She lifted her gaze with the mixture of surprise and confusion, and then she glanced back at me as I said to calm her down.

– It’s a chopper, baby.

– Whose chopper is this?

– Fed’s.

– Who’s Fed?

– Fed’s dead baby, Fed’s dead.