Designation: District 785. In front of the shabby bus stop, He Zhao quietly waited for the vehicle to arrive.
That was right—Death Row Star had a public transit system.
No matter what, this was still the interstellar age. Even on a planet specifically used to imprison criminals of every kind, some basic infrastructure would still be built.
Of course, these facilities were not set up for the broke.
At present, the number of criminals of every race on the planet should be nearly ten billion on the books. "On the books" referred to people for whom the prison guards in the Central District had detailed files.
As for the people with no records, some were the sons and daughters born after prisoners married, while the rest were children born after those prisoners' sons and daughters grew up and paired off with one another.
No one had ever tallied the exact number, but it was definitely far, far, far beyond the number of people on the books.
Those with a conscience gritted their teeth and raised their children. Those without one simply abandoned them at the entrance to an orphanage.
Almost ninety-nine percent of the criminals had no conscience to speak of. In any case, the Universe Women and Children Association existed, and they would absolutely never allow infants to fend for themselves and die.
The prisoners on Death Row Star were also divided into ranks: the rich, the middling middle class—meaning middling wealth, unrelated to social class—and the poor, who did not have a single coin and could only sell their cheap labor or their parts.
For the wealthy magnates, coming here was not imprisonment, but a temporary vacation. As long as they had money, even making the administrators kneel and lick their boots was no problem.
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