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Resistance See other Resistance Articles Title: Imagine If The ATMs Ran Dry You're standing at an ATM in a crowded grocery store. A few yards away, the cashier's drumming her long red nails on the counter next to your groceries. There's a long line of people waiting to pay. You turn back to the ATM and swipe your card for the third time. Nothing happens. Your card won't work. Behind you, someone in line lets out an exasperated sigh. You apologize to the cashier. Annoyed, you head back to your car where you fish out your cell phone and give the bank a call. It takes three tries until a woman's voice finally answers, but it's just a recorded message, so garbled you can't make out a word. You hang up, start your engine. On the way home, you stop off at a gas station. The attendant comes out as usual, but… Before you can speak he asks a strange question: "Are you buying or selling?" Confused, you tell him you just want to fill 'er up. But when you try to give him your credit card, he suddenly backs away. "Sorry. We're closed, man. Sorry." You sit there for a moment wondering what has happened. Finally, you head home. You tell your wife what happened. Definitely strange, but she figures it's probably just a computer problem at the bank; they'll have it sorted out by morning. You agree, but as you fall asleep later that night, you're not so sure. Suddenly it's 4:00 AM… and there's a cold fear deep in the pit of your stomach… Something doesn't feel right. It's not just a computer problem, and you know it. First thing next morning you take a trip to the bank. It doesn't look open. A piece of paper taped to one of the doors tells you that it's been closed temporarily; no explanation, just a phone number to call and what looks like a government logo, but not one you recognize. You give the number a shot. It's that garbled message again. You hang up. Around the side of the building, there are a couple of dented ATMs with broken screens. As you head back to your car, you notice a man kneeling down by a pickup truck parked nearby. He's got a hose running from the truck's gas tank into a jerry can. Suddenly, he looks up and catches you staring at him. The look in his eyes tells you not to linger. He watches as you get in your car and drive off. Everything's closed. It's that same piece of paper everywhere, the same dark screens on every ATM. You start running into other desperate people trying to deposit Social Security checks, take out cash, or find out why their cards suddenly aren't working. Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread
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