Their filthy hideout. Their parents were upper-middle class, at least to some extent. But Joshua and his gang, already guilty of multiple petty crimes, had been abandoned by them.
“What the hell is taking them so long?” Joshua muttered. “Probably messing around somewhere. Maybe they forgot about us,” Yamada replied.
Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open.
“Show me your hands. Joshua Bar Yosef. David Yamada. You are under arrest.”
The robot’s face was equipped with a high-powered laser, and it was clear that it had them in its sights.
In this part of town, ignoring a first warning meant instant death. Human Rights Ignore Mode—that’s what Joshua and his gang jokingly called it.
Joshua, feigning indifference, stood up slowly as if to say, “We’re not scared.”
At the police station, the two were being interrogated on suspicion of aiding a terrorist.
“Scum like you helping terrorists is exactly why they’re still running around,” a man—presumably a detective—said, shoving a photo in front of them. “We already know you helped this guy escape.”
But Joshua had never seen the man in the picture before.
“I don’t know him.”
“Don’t lie to me. We already have everything on you.” The detective spoke irritably, clearly a short-tempered man. He was barely holding back his rage.
Grabbing Joshua by the collar, he growled, “Hurry up and confess, or things will get a lot worse for you.”
This was a man who had no qualms about using violence. Someone like Joshua had no chance of calling a lawyer.
Since the First Interplanetary War, the slums had become a place where the prevailing attitude was that people who loitered there didn’t deserve human rights.
Joshua knew that unless he confessed, he was in for a severe beating.
“Meanwhile, on Mars… ‘We must annihilate those arrogant Earthlings,’ spat the Martian military commander.
‘Another war? Even though nearly half of our population has already perished?’ said the Martian President. In the First Interplanetary War, Mars lost about half its population, while Earth lost about a third.
‘You’re too soft. Why? Why do you side with them?’ the Martian military commander said. Despite his title, this man could not see the bigger picture. If there was another war, both sides would face annihilation. How foolish, thought Elizabeth, the President of Mars.
‘My duty is to protect the safety of the people of Mars. I don’t believe your methods can accomplish that,’ she said, restraining herself from calling him the incompetent fool he truly was, someone who had climbed the ranks purely through politics. ‘If we go to war again, even your sycophants might disappear,’ added President Elizabeth of Mars.
Elizabeth was exploring the path to peace. But Earth was different. The aggressive military commander was, in fact, right. The people of Mars, however, didn’t know that. How ironic it was that the fool was the one actually speaking the truth.
‘What can we even do?’ said a young man with a slouch.
‘That’s why I’m saying… let’s do something big. Something huge, you know?’ said another, who seemed to be his companion.
‘You’re always talking about pipe dreams. You’ve got no specifics, no details. What do you mean by “something big”? You’re all talk,’ the slouched young man replied, locking his hands behind his head. His name was Joshua.