He was sooked in blood, his clothes were a mess, his house was a mess, his life was a mess. “If another person calls me, I swear that someone would have to put myself in prison”


    He was angry with his boss, angry with the world, angry with himself. He wasn’t stable and didn’t want to be.


    He returned to his station to say a few things to his boss, he wasn’t his usual rational self, now he was angry.


    He entered the office without knocking at the door <<Captain we have to talk>> Pxan said


    The captain looked at him <<So you have received the news...well you just slaughter two men in cold blood...I shouldn’t be so suprised>>


    Pxan wasn’t that surprised, they were securities everywhere <<Why did you put me in a lower district?>>


    <<You want to hear the truth Pxan? You are dangerous, a threat to society and this district. Your...rage has better place in the low quarters, where it can be inflicted upon some poor hobos.>>


    <<YOU BASTARD!>> Pxan nearly jumped at him


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    Pxan barely contained yourself.


    <<Now...out of my office, I hope that your colleagues don’t discriminate too much there, I put the voice that you are a Carlarian you know...just to be sure.>>Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    When the evicted notice arrived he was already ready to depart, he will show his bosses what he was made of. When he arrived at the district he didn’t have a desk, he didn’t result in the logs. He was a little bit confused, maybe it was just a small administrative hiccup, easily resolvable in a few hours.


    <<Ehi! You, right there, you are that Carlarian policeman right? Get out of here. We have no place for savages.>>


    He looked back, it was one of the policemen <<Excuse me?>>


    <<you hear me right! Now get out of here before you start some tribal rite!>>


    “Idiots are really everywhere” since childhood Pxan had learned how to recognize one and ignore it.


    <<Ehi you have heard me! Where you are going?!?>>


    Pxan entered the captain office, this time knocking at the door. <<Excuse me captain there wa->> his tongue stopped mid-sentence. The captain was a beast of man, with large shoulders, big muscles, and a herculean physique. He had a prosthetic but not like Pxan owns. It was a war prosthetic made for the battlefield that could curve steel, crack skulls, and parry bullets.


    <<I have heard...well I suspect that your previous captain had a bias towards you, those reports make no sense. My name is Lhyps, pleasure to meet you>>


    <<T-tha-thanks captain.>> Pxan fear of having his prosthetics crushed subsided a bit <<I will do my best.>>


    <<Oh don’t worry about that. We aren’t like that here.>>


    <<What?>>


    He looked at him straight in the face <<Those nice slogans and nice philosophies work only for a nice district. This is the dumpster of the human race, we must act accordingly.>>


    <<Then how do you work exactly?>>


    Lhyps stood up <<Follow me>>