I’m shaking my triumphant fists over my head, imagining the Mechastructure toppling, when a shockwave knocks the paintings from the walls. The wooden coat of arms leans into the air then falls, cracking. The ceiling releases a gasp of plaster. Everyone is yanking their collars over their mouths and noses. A white puzzle-piece of daylight appears behind the judge-in-a-box as the wall cracks, crumbles, and falls away. LawSys goes with it, swallowed, tipping backwards into the light of the street outside, leaving a trail of red and purple wires like guts.
