11 - Surrogate
Husband worries about "ID". He says it relates to identity, which we have talked about. Our bodies changed when we left Eorzea, and his body changed when he left Earth, so are we truly the same people we once were?
But ID is different from identity, and has its own worries. We need ID so that people "officially" know who we are. The government here wants to know who everyone is. The government records who was born, who has died, who owns what, who is allowed to do what, where people can go, and how much people must pay in taxes. If one does not have ID, there are many things that are more difficult to do.
Husband showed me his ID, his "driver's license," which he carried with him to Eorzea. It was useless there, and it is now useless here...he no longer looks exactly like the little picture on it. Getting a new one would need a "birth certificate." He says his will no longer work for him either, and I do not have one at all.
He has listed many things this affects. We cannot drive a car because we cannot get a driver's license. We cannot own a car because cars are taxed and licensed, and both of those things are tied to an ID. We cannot have a bank account, or a credit card, or an "eighty emm" card, because those things need ID and can be taxed. We cannot own a house because it can be taxed. We cannot get a "passport," so we cannot legally leave the country, or return to it once we do.
So we do what we can, often involving cash. I always used cash in Eorzea, but Husband apparently often did not even carry cash in Earth. Our inventory will let us carry a lot of cash, but it does not matter since we have so few dollars.
We travel by bus during the day, and fly on goobbues by night. We live in someone else's home, for which we do not pay cash. We do our crafting in a workshop we built but do not own, for which we pay by bouncing at the bar. We do not sell our soft pretzels and fruit pies, since that would take a business license...the diner sells them, but only when we are working there. For which we are not paid in cash.
We do odd jobs sometimes, helping with building or farming or moving. We do not do them "officially"...people approach Sam at the bar, and he tells us what needs to be done, and we do it. He is our levemete. Then people pay off their "tab" at the bar, and Sam gives us cash, keeping some for himself. Husband has wondered about using Sam as a "front" for crafting leves, to let us make and sell unstatted replica accessories online.
"Officially" we are not people. We are no one. We exist only through others.
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