Dawn City
Sunlight hung down from the edge of the sky, leaving behind a pale white firmament and scattered, brilliant silent stars.
Click—
Christos, seated on the balcony, glanced at the coffee beside him and reached out to turn the pages of the document in his hand.
After briefly finishing one document, he set it down and looked toward the balcony railing.
There, the Silver-Haired Ponytail Man was gazing out at the silent city in the distance.
"Looks like something's on your mind?"
Christos lifted his coffee to his lips, took a light sip, and asked casually.
"I was thinking about what that bastard councilman said."
The Silver-Haired Ponytail Man rested his hand on the balcony railing.
"The one who wanted the Municipal Government to replace all the prostitutes with cybernetic bodies?"
Christos flipped through the documents and said casually,
"You're still angry at that guy? These councilmen are businessmen, plain and simple. The corporations spend huge sums running ads for them, making connections for them, and propping them up so that at critical moments, they can propose laws and recommendations favorable to the corporations.
"For a councilman, that's standard procedure."
"I don't have many thoughts about that guy himself. I've seen enough of these bastards' true colors over the past two years,"
The Silver-Haired Ponytail Man shook his head. He withdrew his gaze from the distant city and looked at Christos beside him. "I was only thinking about how reasonable his words sounded."
"'The crime rate is high because there are too many prostitutes. Those filthy prostitutes give birth to many criminals, so they should all be converted into cybernetic bodies and prevented from reproducing. Then the crime rate will naturally fall.'"
Christos raised his head and voiced that "Mr. Councilman's" "theory." "Is that what you were thinking about?"