"1557 Katarama responding. ETA 10 minutes."
"Good copy 1557, 1689 will join you."
Kyori walked slowly to his vehicle. There was rarely any use in responding quickly. 10 minutes was far beyond the point of life and death in this city. He placed his hand on the scanner and the vehicle came to life. "Commence ignition." He said to the on board VI. "2369 Myrin Ward." "Confirmed." Replied the voice of a familiar women. As the vehicle lurched into the air Kyori lit another cigarette. "No smoking in government vehicles." The women's voice said. "Yup." Said Kyori as he turned her down.
It was well past midnight but the city was alive as always. 200 million people lived here, and Kyori had once believed that public order was possible here, but 10 years later and nothing had changed. Familiar kids with unfamiliar faces still rooted through garbage, pushers pushed, traffickers trafficked, and AI developers pumped out androids as fast as the rich and discreet could buy them.
Out of the smokey window the city seemed almost inviting. If he didn't know better the purples and green of a trillion lights would have seemed a marvel. But Kyori did know better. He would get to the scene, one, maybe two dead with no evidence in sight. Maybe a gang sign, maybe not. Either way the department would give him a day or two to come up with evidence, when he couldn't he would be put on another case. Same shit, different day.
As his cruiser descended he turned the women back on. "Landing in closest possible location, location of call 100m south-southwest." She said. "Thank you. Any further information from dispatch?" Kyori said. "Negative." Kyori took his last drag. "Lovely."
As Kyori walked south-southwest the sounds of the city were upon him. "Consume! They'll consume us all!" A doomsayer was shouting. "The Leviathans are coming! All shall fuel for the Leviathans!"
"Fuck off old man!" Said a passer-by. "The Paragons will protect us."
"The Paragons cannot protect themselves! They shall be food for the beasts!"
Kyori could not help but chuckle to himself. He looked up at the ever present Alliance ships in the atmosphere, and wondered when they would level this shithole. Probably never, but a guy good hope.
Officer 1689, had beaten Kyori to the scene, but like he thought, it had made no difference. One dead, no gang signs.
"Who is it?" Kyori asked the young officer.
"No idea Sir. No I.D, but it looks to be a male Klalan, early 30s maybe." He replied.
"Have you run genetics?" Kyori asked.
"Yes Sir, nothing."
"Strange." Kyroi knelt down by the body, and pulled out his handkerchief. He lifted the body's left hand and ran his fingers along the forearm. "Ah, that explains it."
"Explains what Sir?" The young officer asked.
"He's not a man at all it would seem." Kyori said as he carefully opened the left forearm with his knife. "Android, and well made. We'll have to get it back to the station for analysis, see if we can find any maker's marks."
"Right away Sir."
As Kyori walked back to his cruiser he noticed a garbage heap piled up beside the road. Against his better judgment he shined his flashlight at it. Children and scavers were all over the heap as he knew they would be.
Kyori looked back up at the Alliance ships over head. "Anytime. Any fucking time at all."
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