Butchering rebels was not Svitiou's favourite job. Not because it was cruel or inhuman-like, but because he was bored with doing the same things again and again.

  He hated how the rebels held their pain and tolerated tortures. Never opeheir mouth or revealed their secrets. Stubborn.

  He went into the cell. It was a tiny pce…as small as a public toilet. Not enough pce to even sleep. There was a brutally beaten man. He had blue eyes and blonde hair.

  "I knew you would e," he said.

  "Overthinking sometimes predicts the future. Do you know what? You need rest," Svitiou answered.

  "Then make me rest… for forever."

  "Why the fuck I will do that?"

  "Because it's your job to do."

  "Yes, as if I have all the authorities to do that."

  The man started to ugh. "Even you feel there is someone higher than you. The people on Masad and Emerald want to rule the whole universe without knowing it. They don't know the grouy at all. We rebel because we are freedom fighters. Not only for the enviro but for all the people. We don't want Boduin to bee the sed Earth."

  "You know what the problem is with you rebels? You like to bb useless things and think killing one or two officers is the key to freedom. I guess you never read history."

  "History?" The rebel asked with a doubtful voice.

  "Aye, his story. The great man's story. The great man who fights against the tyrant gover like your kind. The great man who thinks only the ruler's fall bring peace. The great man who eventually wins, the gover falls. And then the great maablishes his reign, branding it as 'the beginning of a utopian era'. The great maually starts to bee like the tyrant gover.

  "Look, man, bullies are those who used to be bullied. The tyrants are nothing but the prey of tyranny.

  "Even if your rebellion bees successful, the history will never ge. It will not be Ahuras but some other house or someone individual. But in the end, everything bees the same. Not instantly but after some years."

  "So you mean, all the things we are doing are for nothing?" The rebel roared. "How you say that? You bastard."

  "Call me anything you want. But remember, I am not like others seeking high positions, being an honourable man. I never uood why people are obsessed with finding meaning in life, pleting duty, and fulfilling purpose. These are all ado. Hoeople tolerate all things?"

  "People like you will never uand. We fight, we die, we avenge our falling rades. You only enjoy the pleasure of a woman."

  "Yep, I just like sleeping with women's warm. But I am also a pacifist. I hate killing and t people. I am bored doing them. But it's my job to do, so I will. If you tolerate them, tolerate them. you?" Svitiou grinned.

  The rebel's eyes were enrged with fear. He stared at Svitiou with distrust.

  "The thing is I know you won't give any ao my questions. And I've predicted this with my experienot with overthinking. So I won't ask you any, but defiorture you like hell." Svitiou kicked the rebel. Then he closed the door of the cell. And a scream was heard.

  When Svitiou came out from the cell, his hands were full of blood. An officer came and handed him a handkerchief.

  "This one was the stro until now," Svitiou said rubbing his fingers.

  The officer, named Marich Bhum, nodded. He said, "By the way, everything is prepared for tonight."

  "Really?" Svitiou grihen they both ughed.

  "Oh, one more thing. Your brother called you."

  "Fuot again," Svitiou said with a tired face.

  Svitiou was in his offi, sitting on a soft office chair. He called back Raevour. His small virtual model appeared.

  "So, expin me. Why do you need me again?" Svitiou asked.

  "We were informed that Bharatas have ehe Sor-Bruniar wormhole path. They will nd in Boduin tomorrow," Raevour answered.

  "So what I do until they e here?"

  "President made a quite iing request. He wants Bharatas to be settled in the region of Bharata. Bharata for Bharatas. So yoing to be transferred to—"

  "What?" Svitiou shouted.

  "Let me plete my words, my little brother," Raevhed. "Yoing to be transferred to the region Bharata. I am sending the notice."

  Svitiou got a message of notice. He was suppressed by his elder brother.

  "I am suggesting you to transferred within tonight," Raevour said.

  "Tonight? It's totally impossible. I've a pn for tonight. Oh, why just tonight? I 't be transferred. I don't want to go anywhere. I 't leave Mosifal."

  "Why?" Raevour mocked. "Will you miss your whore sug your dick?"

  "SHUT UP," Svitiou ashamed.

  "You will get more whores in Bharata."

  "Raevour, you are not uanding. Zuli is the queen."

  "Queen of what? Whores?" Raevour burst out. "As if she is more beautiful than the dies of Emerald."

  "She is. If not all of them, Zuli will still be mmourous than two-thirds of them."

  "Svitiou," Raevour's voice was deep and serious. Svitiou became nervous. "I am not here to talk about whores with you. If you want so badly, you will get ten of them as pensation. But do as I say. There is nothing more important than keeping the President's wish. Uand."

  "Yeah," Svitiou's voice was low. He looked more tired. "Are you done? So you leave now."

  Raevour shen he hung up the call.

  He left his seat and stood in front of the window. His office was oenth floor. From the window, he was staring at the blue sky. Open, high and free. When he first came to Boduihought he was free, but now he saw crystal clear.