Good evening . I am agent N. I am a wish tracker , and I am going to let you in on a secret. Approximately 35 years ago someone royally f****d up. Big time. You see for over 200 years wish tracking had been going on with barely a hitch- those deserving had their wishes granted, people were safe and happy , all was well. Until the night of Samhain, 2265 . For some yet unknown reason all power across the globe went out . Programmers and agents alike freaked out about this (understandably) and worked flat out to get the power to return- which it did-at six am the following morning, much to everyone's relief. Since that day though, only 30% of wishes per year go to the correct people. Now good hardworking people are living in poverty and fear, whilst murderers and other criminals are given money, homes and a comfortable life! Yeah - I told you someone f****d up! This is madness and cannot continue! So now I'm on a mission to fix this issue but it won't be easy by any means. Some horrendous people have taken over within the wish tracker company , greedy selfish people whom of course have had their wishes granted. Harriet on the other hand who has spent her entire life looking out for others and working hard, hasn't had a holiday in her entire 20 year career ! So I must work in secret until I can work out how to reprogram the system and discover who hacked this operation on Samhain night. If the system cannot be reprogrammed, it must be destroyed.
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The Wish Tracker
General FictionIt's the year 2500. For the last 100 years, whenever someone makes a wish out loud , it is recorded and logged by a satellite. An agent is assigned to each case. On Samhain last year, all of that changed - the wishes all became mixed up, and 65% of...
