14
Xander’s Exile
Xander faced the Magistrate. His black robes defined a broad man with a beady stare and straight ebony hair that reached his shoulders. This man, then, was the cherished and revered leader of Tranquility, the one every citizen worshipped.
“Xander Noble.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Xander gazed back defiantly.
“Your Alt has shown over 1000 negativity registers on The Continuum.” The Magistrate creased his hawkish face with a frown and shuffled some papers in front of him.
“I guess that would be correct.”
“I understand that all efforts to rehabilitate you have failed.”
“Yeah. Who the frik cares? Not like you do, our Great Kindhearted Leader.”
“Since that is the case, and since you have violated your contractual agreement, we now decline your citizenship in Tranquility.”
