In a hall that was so simple that it was hard to call the court, wrinkles on his face were as if soaked in water for decades. The white-haired judge was trying to stuff his dentures into his mouth. On his left was a clerk with thick eyes and only a few hairs left on his head, and on his right was a writing servant with occasional convulsions. On the top of the three people, a sign of a legal department was engraved on the dusty eagle emblem.
After confirming that the dentures in the mouth would not fall off again, the judge coughed lightly and tapped the table with the small wooden hammer at his hand.
"Okay, go ahead."
Opposite him, there was no one on several rows of benches, and in the dock was a listless man in a mechanical red robe. Behind him was a bailiff who kept yawning and had a red nose.
Without lawyers, without attendees, and without juries, it is hard to even call it a trial.
However, this is the norm for most neighborhood courts in Zhongchao. Although the empire has almost unlimited manpower, it always shows insufficient manpower in some aspects.
"...Defendant Loken, when was your birth?"
“Terra Calendar 898.M41.”
“Where is the place of birth?”
"Casting the World Horse'Kander 2."
"Are you a sub-human or a mutant?"
"Pure human."
“What is the rank in the Mechanical Society?”
"Craftsman!"
“What are the specific positions?”
"Technical priest!"
“When was the arrested by the Ministry of Justice?”
"Terra Calendar 959.M41."
“When is the probation period for labor execution?”
"Terra Calendar 960.M41."
"It's a total of three years of labor... Because you were a member of the Astat War Army and had the right to pardon for labor, then according to the time period, you have signed a confession and acceptance of punishment, right?"
"yes."
"Is the consequences of pleading guilty and accepting punishment clear?"
"clear."
“Is it a voluntary sign?”
“It’s voluntary.”
When Loken came out of this damn court, he felt like he was in a dream, and the damn three years were finally over.
Three years, three full years, no one knows how he came here.
The factory he went to was a dead honeycomb building, inside which was a hexagonal production workshop one after another, monotonous materials locked in harmony, and each face was pressed together as a support, just like the bitten teeth in the gear machine, where the workers lived, but in Loken's view, there was no real "person" among the 100 million people.
Those who have been sentenced to life-long labor are called beasts and consumables. Even if they have to eat whips 3-5 times on time every day, they still have to thank their emperor.
Just in that dark factory, the ants-like life wakes up, works, eats, and sleeps, and seems to last until every day, every year, every century, just like termites in the mound.
Loken never imagined that in his opinion, Nesson 4, which looked almost like a model planet in the empire, had such a hell, or that he had forgotten to cast certain qualities of the world for too long, at least this experience helped him find some of it.
Another thing that made him quite painful was that his best friend Ford. In the second year he was "in prison", he received news that Ford married Ada Loveles, who was plump in Zhao-Acada. Perhaps these two men had sex when he was on a Comoros trip. Loken did not say that he liked Ada Loveles, but the two friends tied the knot suddenly made him feel as if he had lost something, and even made him have the idea of ​​transforming his brain, just like those senior priests, who completely cut off human emotions.
The last year was extremely painful for Loken, both physically and psychologically. Although he actually didn't have to bear the heavy work, this place was naturally a hell because there was almost no woman who could be called a woman.
Fortunately, he is about to be free, just walk out of this place-
"Um?"
Loken looked around and seemed to be wrong. Why did he come to a wasteland after turning around? And a group of guards were standing in a row, holding guns in his hands, and under the wall opposite, there were a group of trembling guys, each wearing prison uniforms.
And I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the hands of the two guards who were following him were getting tighter and tighter...
At this time, one of the prisoners looked at him.
"Come here soon, just wait for you, damn gear guy."
Loken twitched his cheeks, then looked at the sky, it was already evening.
"It's so late and I'll be executed. Let's go from other roads."
One of the guards sneered:
"No, that's it."
Suddenly, cold shackles clamped his hands from behind, and then the guards touched him to confirm that there was nothing.
"Wait, what is this to do?"
"Nothing, don't be nervous."
At this time, a man who seemed to be the chief guard held a data board and said coldly:
"Pastor Loken, you have personally signed and admitted that you have committed the crime of alien worship. The evidence is conclusive. The death penalty will be executed in accordance with the imperial law! Execute it immediately!"
Loken widened his eyes, turned around and wanted to leave, and a guard next to him immediately drew his gun to warn him, which scared him to return to his original position immediately.
"Wait, I'm wronged..."
"I'm wronged!"
A prisoner on Loken's left hand also started crying.
"I'm not a serial rape demon. Everyone knows that I'm an impotence and have X-function disorders. How could I go about rape? I've done more than a dozen medical appraisals. Didn't I say I caught the nest before?
Bang bang bang-
After a few gunshots, the man collapsed under the wall with his unwilling eyes.
"My grass!"
Loken shrank his neck and saw those people raising their guns again, he hurriedly said:
"Wait, I'm from the Astat War, you-"
"My father is the vice president of the Second Executive Yuan, you can't kill me!"
Loken turned his head and saw a young man with fair skin and looked very pampered, crying in tears. However, the executioners ignored it and raised their guns and sent them away with a roulette of guns.
Seeing the prisoners one by one, Loken felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down, and he felt like he was about to faint. He didn't know what was wrong, but now he had to use some means to survive.
He took a look and took a step back, stretched out a mechanical thorn from the middle finger of his left hand, and tried to untie the shackles on his hand, and then he had the opportunity to activate the emergency equipment hidden under his crotch—
Suddenly, he heard a slight crackling electric current, turned his head and saw a gloomy middle-aged man's hands tied up with lightning flashing.
There is also an illegal psychic!
The man sneered with his head down as the guards raised his guns again.
"Just because of your miscellaneous people, you want to kill me, "spotted spider, I'm just playing with you."
As soon as the words were finished, the ground in front of the man was suddenly lifted up by invisible force, blocking the guard's sight. Then the man turned around and shattered his handcuffs. Then he closed his hands and shot an invisible thread hanging around the eaves in the distance, and then pulled him to fly into the sky.
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
Chapter completed!