playthings
The world was tinted a deep blue. It was as if a perpetual night had fallen, but if one looked high enough past the blue, one could faintly make out the sun in the sky, little more than a dim elliptical thing, its rays diffused so thoroughly such that its light could no longer reach the earth.
But the earth itself was in a sorry shape. Grand skyscrapers that once reached the sky lay in heaps of debris. The buildings that were still standing were abandoned in favour of shelters. The ground was pockmarked with craters, accompanied by the occasional bloodstain.Â
Among the ruin stood a lone figure, perfectly balanced on a particularly large fragment of cement jutting out of the ground. He stared into the sky, an expression of melancholy on his face.
"How unfortunate..."
But what say did Alcor have in a trial that was not of the administrator's orchestration? No, even if that had been the case, Alcor would have no say. Just like the humans here, forced to suffer through such a thing.
"So the greater wills would use any reason to administer such an ordeal to humans..."
It was saddening.
