Universal Troubles

Eron Yun had been working for a whole four long years.

That might not seem like a long amount of time to some, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't land a stable job. Every day for the past four years he did every odd job he could. Whether it be cleaning, errands, heavy lifting, etc. Scrapping together every bit of money he could. Just so he could survive.

His parents had an unfortunate bit of fate. His mother was overcome with a rare genetic condition. One that ate away at her ability to function. Slowly putting her in a comatose state. This condition overtook her legs when Eron was the age of fifteen. Due to it being so rare there was no easily accessible cure. Only a basic treatment plan. Due to it being a treatment plan, his mother would have to spend the rest of her life in a hospital. His father abruptly left one day, claiming he would search for the cure.

All of this out the burden of living expenses and much more on Eron's shoulders. Due to his young age no one was willing to hire him, which left him with no other choice. He joined a miscellaneous work program. One that collected odd jobs from the civilians and put them up for people to accept. Like a job request board. Working hard daily for years. He changed his living space to lessen the burden of expenses. He thoroughly planned out each of his purchases. He saved every single bit of money.

A mean fate to give such a young boy, but it turns out fate can be much crueler.

. . .

"I'm afraid that you aren't quite what we are looking for."

Eron nodded solemnly, "Then, thank you for your time."

After a quick shake of hands Eron left the building. This was yet another failed interview. He had lost count of how many he had been through.

Resting at a train stop he collected his thoughts. Currently he had enough Digits to pay this month's bills.

[Digits: The common currency of the galaxy. During the exploration phase it was quickly becoming obvious that a universal currency was needed in order for trade to be smooth. After much debate the term Digits was coined and was tied to a value.]

"Train arriving."

A train creaked to a stop and the doors slid open. A handful of people exited, but very few entered. Slipping through the people Eron found a seat. Sitting down made a sigh escape through his lips. With some stroke of luck Eron had managed to obtain enough Digits a week earlier than anticipated. A flickering thought of a break passed his mind, but it remained just a thought. He might not be lucky next month, it would be best to gain an early start.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he let the sound of the train fill his ears. . .

Eron lived on Umbra-1A, said to be the human race's origin planet. Despite this it was given zero love from them, with outdated technology and the likes being commonly used. Spacecraft was a rare occurrance to see. Any technology from outside the system was brought to the planet it usually would gain quite a crowd.

From the way the planet operated, Eron believed it to be a place to make money. Despite the constant flow of business, none of the money went towards developing the planet itself. Almost as if it vanished into thin air.

The train slowed to a stop and Eron disembarked. What greeted him was the only nice looking place in the city he lived in. The train station. The backwards city it was located in looked more like an abandoned town. Houses on the verge of crumbling, roads devoid of any repair, and the residents like ghosts.

Home sweet home.

Walking through the desolate streets Eron went over the process of today in his head. Making mental notes to check upon for the future. With his mind organizing itself he entered a small home, the result of the only stroke of luck he was given for the past 4 years. The rent was cheap due to the owner who no longer cared for the home or the property. They had planned to sell the house, but no one was willing to buy such a decrepit building. Taking some effort and convincing Eron had managed to get them to rent it to him.

He undid his outfit, the nicest thing he owned. It was the only piece of clothing he had that was maintained and cared for. Solely for the purpose of maintaining a good image for his job interviews. Not that it helped much.

He packaged away the outfit and stored it in the closet. Raising his hand to close the closet he paused for a moment.

'Oh yeah, that broke recently.'

Collapsing onto his bed he fully let the exhaustion take hold. There was enough time to get a good amount of sleep before he got to work early in the morning. Reaching for his phone he turned it on. To save on electricity and not risk breaking it Eron rarely used it. He usually kept it fully powered off and on the nightstand next to his bed. Only using it to check his emails incase he received an interview offer.

One notification. It was a surprise for sure. Quickly tapping his passcode he opened the email. Scrolling through it his excitement dropped like a rock. What it contained was quite possibly the worst news he could have ever received.

{This is the notification that your account for (OJA) has been terminated due to (3) or more complaints. If you have any questions please contact our user support.}

The OJA stood for the Odd Job Association, the source of all Eron's income for the past 4 years. He was warned that upon receiving 3 or more complaints his account would be terminated. Within his first year he received 2, but he thought they would have been cleared by now! Checking the time he clenched his hands, they were already shutdown for the night. He would have to get answers in the morning.

If he couldn't get this solved then there was no way he could afford any of his bills next month!