It's the year 2178, twelve years after art was outlawed on earth. At first I thought it wouldn't affect me since I didn't consider myself an artist. I'm just Handen Judsen, a sky car engineer. It kind of saddened me, though, to think that I would never again be able to see the creation of an artist's mind. But it was for the better of all mankind, I reasoned. Without art to occupy creative people, they could start work on other things, and we could make some great advances in space travel, psychology, etc. I think most people saw it in this positive light. If only we had known what it would cause. It started as a slow, steady process, transferring the artists into their new jobs or putting them back in school to learn a new trade. Then they started collecting art pieces from everywhere and stockpiling them, locking them up in enormous lock boxes scattered throughout the continents.
There was some resistance and a few people even managed to steal some truly great pieces such as the Mona