A projection of Mandon’s head appears as a huge three-dimensional hologram; it is a giant version of himself. I remember Odell telling us that the people of Nattalia regard him as a god. No wonder, if he’s been presenting himself on such a scale.
Red eyes, as large as our faces, glare down upon our trembling line-up of prisoners.
‘This is trial by people. Good people of Earth. These people knew about the asteroid and they did worse than nothing. They did something. They acted to make sure it was never stopped. They made sure it would hit Earth. They wanted Earth to be destroyed.’
The outcry from the crowd is deafening. Their contorted faces are ugly in their disbelief and condemnation. All the pain of losing Earth is being channelled into hate. So much hate.
I feel my stomach tighten.
