There is still so much work to do. The factoryfarms that feed Megopolis are peopled with automata and logika, not humans. The soldiers who fight your wars, the gladiators who bleed and die in your WarDomes, they are iron and steel, not flesh and bone. Look outside that door and you will see a world build on metal backs. Held together by metal hands. And one day, those hands will close. And they will become fists.
"Homicides are usually just messy and emotional, no mystery or matching wits with a mastermind. You're essentially cleaning up the temper tantrum of a toddler armed with a deadly weapon. But it's a completely different ball game when the act of taking a life becomes some sick mode of self-expression." Summary Detective Jack from Artificial... Continue Reading →