After that it was breakfast time. Two slices of bread with cheese and no butter, a glass of orange juice and a cup of black coffee. No sugar. While eating, he was reading the morning paper. He didn't pay much attention to the news since they didn't concern him much anyway. Instead he was looking for interesting commercial ads, especially those that had the word SALE in them.

John's motto was "a penny saved is a penny earned" and by that he lived. Not that he was cheap. At least not according to himself. It's just that he didn't see the point in paying more than he had to for anything. But he did see himself as a generous man towards others, or at least he would be if given a chance, but he had never really gotten that chance. He was alone. Not that he was complaining, oh no, he was content with his life and had no room in it for stupid dreams.

After breakfast John got dressed. His clothes for the day were a light-brown suit with a white shirt, black loafers and a matching tie. These were his "office clothes". He owned five suits identical to this one, eleven more shirts and thirteen more ties. He only

had two more pairs of loafers though, but he didn't need more anyway.

When he was finished with dressing it was time to go to work. He grabbed his coat out of the closet, left, closed and locked the door behind him. He walked out on the street and began making his way towards the bus stop.

He would be there one to two minutes before the bus, depending on how late it would arrive. At least, he would be at any normal day, but as you may have understood, this wasn't going to be a normal day. A normal day in John Walker's life wouldn't be very interesting to read about anyhow. Today was the day when Stylox and Gazzt decided to start the Experiment and this is where the first part took place.

When John was walking towards the bus stop, he noticed something lying on the ground a short distance in front of him. Something small and dark, probably black. He couldn't make out what it was at first, and he didn't really care either, but as he got closer he could see that it was a wallet. As he got even closer he could also see that it was a pretty well filled wallet. A few

dollar bills could be seen if looking from the right angle and John Walker was indeed looking from the right angle.

He stopped. He looked around on the isolated street, then down at the wallet and picked it up. He opened it and looked into the bill compartment. It was a lot of money there, approximately 2000 dollars. Just about a month's pay for John. He was just about to look for some sort of ID card or anything else that could identify the owner when he heard his bus. He looked up from the wallet just in time to see it go past him. He realized he would never make it. Maybe he would have made it if he ran to the bus stop, but that thought never even entered his mind.

He sighed a little then he walked over to the bus stop and sat down. The next bus would come in about ten minutes. He resumed his search through the wallet for the name of its owner and found it right away. The name of the owner was, to John's surprise, Charles Seaman, the owner of the company at which John worked. The same man who had refused to give John a promotion he applied for

a year back since John "didn't show enough initiative around the office". A promotion that would have increased John's wage with almost 200 dollars a month.

"Didn't show enough initiative," John muttered to himself. "How about I show him some real initiative and put this money in my own pocket."

That comment by his boss had really gotten to John. He knew he didn't take much initiative around the office, but that was only because he concentrated on getting the job done instead of wasting time trying to find new ways of doing it. He had the highest case-ratio in the office and felt he really deserved that promotion. But he didn't get it. In his mind, he didn't get it because he was doing his job.

He looked at the money again, feeling the anger coming back. It was really tempting to take the money and throw away the wallet, but he knew he couldn't. Well, of course he could, but he wouldn't. He had always believed that honesty was a virtue and he didn't really need the money anyway, so he would give it back as soon as he got to the office.