19 2780-Space City Iron Lake 044165 -Tag (1/2)

P.O.V Zatland Mind

[fuck! Where are the officers? Where are the fucking officers?] I was despondent as the perp ran down the street.

Now that he was running, all the other people that he came in contact with or crossed paths with became his hostages. He could go on a spree at any moment. And some random innocent would get killed for it.

The man was showing his military background, as he continually weaved in and out of the crowd, trying to lose me...Why would a man this trained shoot a civilian?

He was faster than me, which means he must have completed, his adaptation procedure, in the military.

As military we were so much stronger than the regular civilians, so a sort of separation, between the classes happened.

From the moment the adaptation drug has been administered in our systems, through the bloodstream we were changed for life. A person living on another plane of existence from other human beings.

So killing a civilian human rarely happened, between military and Civilian, it was a division even greater than that between a celebrity and a fan.

it was a division of existence.

There would be no need to harm a civilian anymore as you could just do it indirectly. Hiring a man to kill somebody for you. It was a law that we couldn't associate with civilians past a certain point of Adaptive enhancements, so it didn't even matter if you had debts, it was like a division of realms, that only your intelligence or bodily capabilities could get through.

only people with something to offer stepped into the grander interplanetary economy.

Civilians and scientist, Civilian and military, civilian and Merchant Businessmen, civilian and criminal, all had been divided into their own separate economic systems. With their own money.

Civilians being on the bottom rung.

it was an idiot act to kill a Civilian in public, cause there were so many ways to do it secretly.

...

The man walked around like he was leaving several hints for me to follow, Or had just lost it?

I started thinking... was anybody in that building truly related to him?