Dark was the night, and cold was the air. Equilibrium was walking silently down the streets of Los Angeles breathing in the recent smog that had started to accumulate since the automobiles had come about. His age had grown throughout the years of traveling Japan and the change of atmosphere had affected his strength on nights like this. He lets out a heavy sigh as he feels around with his staff heading towards his home. Two thousand steps, two thousand and ten. A person passes by and scoffs at the mans attire, whispering "Foreigner" to their laughing friend. He had heard it all since coming to America. The simplistic and revolting ways these people treated one another. Where did the respect go to? Where did truth lie? He pondered this as he senses a person moving briskly behind him. He moves towards the wall to get out of the way of the figure. Instead of hearing the usual quick pace of passing the man he hears a growl of a young man.

Listen here pops, you don't belong here. You need ta give me all your loot. And if ya don't...

A click was heard as Equilibrium realized the young snot had a gun pointed at him, the smell of onions and salami pouring with each word. Equilibrium continues walking to his home, counting out loud two thousand and fifteen. Then a force of pain was landed upon the back of his skull sending him towards the ground, his staff rolling up against the bricked wall. The boy kicks Equilibrium with force, his breath being whipped away from him. He forcefully stands up, having found his staff in one motion. The young man once again let out the same filthy smell cascade out of his mouth uttering words of hate. 

I don't like your kind round here. You need to give me your money or your getting one in the knee and I am taking all that you have. Especially that gold sash round your waist. Now give me what I want or you'll get it old man.

Equilibrium had had enough. The people in this country allowing their kin to run amok, giving them the will to treat others like trash. He readies his staff and quickly cracks the young man in the knee. Sending the boy to the ground where he cussed and yelled in pain. For being a blind man, Equilibrium places the end of the staff, tipped with a golden bar onto his esophagus. Letting out quiet words he warns the boy.

I may be blind, and I may be old. But I could see you coming a mile away. Your kind is trash that is heaping upon this Earth destroying and taking all that it sees. If I smell that smell of you again I will break your neck. Now go home, take care of your mother and forget about this life. You will be better off than to meet someone like me again.

Equilibrium kicks the young man with a swift motion to the ribs, hearing a loud crack and the squealing n shouting of the scamp. He tosses two gold coins down and continues his walk home.The smell of the night reaching his nostrils once again, sending him back into a contemplative thought. Two thousand and twenty, two thousand and twenty five, two thousand and thirty.