I was punching in my number at the ATM machine when it occurred to me how little money I had left available, how little money I earned on an hourly basis, how little time I managed to squeeze in at work during the school semester; how little I enjoyed the particulars of my job, how little I enjoyed the money-obsessed attitudes of the majority of my clients, how little I envied the fat, rich elite so enamored by their own wealth; and how enraged I was by our nation’s cheerful gangbang of a financial system. Out in the midst of the American Midwest, a female voice simulation with a British accent said, “Thank you for your transaction,” and shat my last twenty dollars out into my hand.