“...... two dead bodies were found, a woman and a man that had been identified as 41 years old Nasser Tifard, and 36 years old Ariana Krasni….”

A car was zooming in the Noble Nexus, a V I P motorway constructed only for the Moroccan elite and international agencies.

Inside the car, Gert’s blond hair was easily distinguishable, his eyes weren't on the road, but on the LifeSync stream broadcasting a murder that just occurred and that highly concerned him.

On his way, he wondered about the reason he’s being put in this situation in the first place. After a moment of despair and confusion, he clearly remembered why.

It was this time he had his eyes pointed on a window directly looking up at the planet he came from: Earth.

At this point, he had completely lost faith in anything he had been spoon-fed by his superiors. However, he was unable to voice his dissent: dismantling the false optimism the moon station's owners were pushing became a matter of life and death. Yet, this wasn't his sole problem.

Liberalism, Humanity’s progress, freedom ... ideals ingrained in him since childhood; letting go of them now meant losing everything.

"....We stand as Earth's vanguards, humanity's champions, forging a path to secure its future. Allow even a shred of doubt to taint our hope, and demise shall befall you. There exists no alternative for humanity but to emerge victorious, NONE!!..."

His trainer's impassioned speech continued to reverberate within him. When he went to space at first, those words were inspiring and motivational. Now, his trainer just looked like a degenerate lunatic.

Driven by the promises, hopes scattered in science fiction. Gert wanted to ascend there to make those hopes a reality. After few years, he was now looking down at earth after those hopes were struck by the solid wall of reality.

He snapped out of his memories to The smart windshield highlighting the path he needed to exit the motorway, his anxiety soon came back reminding him why he was speeding: He needed to keep people away from this as much as possible before anything went out!

As he pulled in the front of the mansion, everything was as expected. The gate was full of journalists……. Or intelligence agencies. Luckily, they weren’t allowed in.

Gert jumped out of the car without locking it, hurried past the swarm of “journalists”, and quickly got intercepted by security guards in the front gate:

“Excuse me, nobody is allowed inside”

Gert locked eyes with the guard and retorted,“Who ARE you?!!”

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The guard without losing his calm replied in a composed tone “That's a question you need to answer before getting in, Sir.”

The professional tone shown by the guard started fading as Gert kept staring at him with a threatening look. He doubted his ability to properly do his job as a simple Moroccan facing his Western white overlord. His family and the ability to provide for them started weighing in his mind, And soon he mumbled “Well Sir, let me see what I can do”.

He then went inside.

5 minutes had passed, and the guard was back,“Sir Konrad asks you to put your car in idle mode and then to go inside.”

Gert quickly taped his pockets, did as he was told, and rushed inside the mansion.

Rapidly walking, he gave each corner a superficial look while getting closer to where Konrad was. He now was sure nobody else was around.

When he ran inside the door, he was met by a kneeling old man wearing a modern suit with golden motifs, seen from the back. He looks young due to his black hair, but his all white beard revealed his real age.

Konrad looked back at Gert while running a hologram simulation trying to guess what happened to the dead bodies laying there.

“What that retard in the front gate thought he was doing?” exclaimed Gert.

Konrad gave him a low glance, got up and answered in a cold tone: “First that is not a retard, he’s part of our private security company we got here to keep anybody from getting involved. Second, I already knew you were here the time your car came around the perimeter, its hardware signals were all over the place and their IDs were already on my database. Third, I purposely kept you at the front gate because I needed to check something before asking some questions.”

This last sentence made Gert uncomfortable, Yet, he stayed confident knowing he didn’t remember doing something deemed wrong lately.

“Gert, you know who i am, and what i can do. You know the resources in my disposition. so, don’t lie to me.”

Gert got more disturbed hearing this. Konrad added after a long silence:

“Do you have anything to do with this?”

Gert’s doubts turned suddenly into anger, but he kept himself composed and asked in a slow pace to keep his emotion under control “What makes you believe I do?”

Konrad didn’t answer, turned around, and with a gesture asked Gert to follow him.

Both men got upstairs, then inside a bedroom.

“I thought I was the only one aware of your superior little secret, but I guess somebody else does”. Said Konrad while throwing a quick glance.

Gert anxiety was intensifying; Konrad was a professional at psychologically messing with people.

He opened the dresser's door, uncovering a big hole on its wall, “I don't have time to figure out how the system to open your superior’s backdoor works, but I know where it was, so I just broke through it. excuse me for mess” quickly smiled, then got inside A narrow alley with a reddish glow emanating from it.

“I know you’re aware of her secret, but have you ever got in here?” he said as he traversed the corridor.

Gert wasn't answering, only giving him a blank look, and they both ended up inside an open red room with multiple erotic tools, a shelf full of wine bottles, a chair and a table. Konrad stopped and suddenly turned around, making Gert nearly collide with him.

“Does this belong to you?” he said while pointing to the right side of the room.

Gert didn’t turn; he already knew what he was pointing at. Konrad fixed Gert’s eyes waiting for anything….. But nothing came.

He then pulled his tablet and started walking out, he said without turning, "Clean up your mess and find a way to hide that kid from anyone's eyes." on his way out, Konrad added, "Your degeneracies have started becoming too costly," he then exited.

Gert’s spine went cold hearing the last sentence. It was the kind of sentence someone hears before their life gets destroyed, then cut off from the system for good.

Gert knew he was high in the liberal system; Gert knew his fall will be painful.