If this bill passes, the group of people who have mastered the technology of backing up consciousness will be completely above the law.

The punishment is limited to the person himself, and the reproduced consciousness that is almost indistinguishable from the person can be freely bounced outside with a mechanical body.

As long as they have the money to back up their new consciousness, the death penalty becomes meaningless.

"Truth be told, a lot of the rules now are about the same as modest proposals for those megagroups. After all this, they are not satisfied, and they have to come up with this kind of proposal. ”

Ian nodded in agreement, and indeed he didn't even want to make a face.

In the Nova Parliament, the seats in the upper house are basically divided among the giant blocs. Members of the House of Commons, although elected, are still substantially sponsored by various groups.

Therefore, the various bizarre proposals every year belong to the Star City repertoire. It's just that this proposal is especially shameless.

Ian: "On the bright side, if one person can do it dozens of times in the future, our performance will definitely skyrocket." ”

He casually made a bad joke to relieve the pressure in his heart.

Although I have participated in more than a dozen executions, I can't see the inside of the execution room from here, and I can only stare at the console, which is still frustrating.

Kasawara: "The sentence of Andrei's assassination has been commuted. ”

"How much has it changed?"

"15 years, no parole."

Ian was silent for a moment before speaking, "It's still too heavy." ”

On the console, the second red light finally came on.

Andrea Trio, a 17-year-old boy from the ordinary border district, used a large-caliber shotgun to shoot Yoshinari Miyasaka, a member of the House of Commons, in the street, causing minor deformation and damage to Miyasaka's chrome artificial skin.

André was subdued on the spot and later charged with first-degree murder (attempted) and sentenced to life in prison, which sparked widespread protests.

Ian: "The shotgun he used was lucky to be able to break the skin, even if he hit seven or eight shots, he would break a bone at most." If you count it this way, throwing rotten eggs at them in the future will be counted as a first-degree murder attempt. ”

Kasawara: "It's just a stupid kid with hot blood, at least I have to get an R-class armed prosthetic body to give him a big one." ”

Ian glanced at him. Deputy Kasahara, your idea is very punishing.

Yoshinari Miyasaka, whom Andre assassinated, is also one of the most notorious of the gang of bastards.

Now the most widespread narcotic drug "Blue Amber" at the bottom of Star City is Miyasaka's promotion of civilian legalization.

Ian reported that Andre's attack on Miyazaka was caused by the death of his mother and brother in a drug-fueled fire.

Life imprisonment is about the same as the death penalty, perhaps worse than the death penalty.

He stared at the console with the two lights on, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"Deputy, do you have any information on the condemned prisoner?"

"It's all time, be focused. Take your time when you're done. ”

Ian's mind flashed the strange white eyes in the dream shadow again, and he couldn't help but look back, everything was normal.

He always felt that the eyes fell on him, and that discomfort could not be expelled.

button, look at the button.

All you need to do is follow the step-by-step instructions and press the buttons at the same time as Kasawara after the three lights are on.

He is not a judge or an executor. He's just one of the last steps.

You blindly press the button, as the trigger of a cold gun, never seeing the goal of taking your life away.

Ian couldn't restrain the thought from surging through his head.

Last night, as he stood in front of that curtain of water, shrouded in the gaze of countless pale eyes, he felt as if he had been penetrated.

Those quiet statues, heavy gaze, gradually overlapped with the fear and imagination he pressed in his heart.

When he pressed the button, he never looked the men in the eye.

The third light turned bright red, and Kasahara's right hand landed on the execution button, and Ian froze in place, as if he had been hit by a huge shock.

"Ian?"

"Ian!"

There was a hard slap on the back, and Ian came to his senses and reached for his right hand to the button.

"Deputy, I want to see the information on the implementation of the target first."

Kasahara turned his head with a grim expression.

"How long have you been transferred?"

"Three months."

"You want to see inside the execution room, right? You're starting to get scared of pressing the button. ”

Ian avoided Kasahara's gaze and nodded stiffly.

"If you want, no problem."

He looked up in surprise.

"That's not a violation..."

"Violating the rules? You still don't understand anything. ”

Kasawara pulled out another panel from under the console and entered a few commands, and the real-time surveillance video of the execution room immediately appeared on the pitch-black screen in front of him.

A strong man in an orange prison uniform is restrained on an execution table and in a comatose state.

His left arm and right leg were empty, and there were large scars on his exposed skin.

"This is our condemned prisoner, Malcolm Bhaska, an innocent middle-aged father.

He became severely disabled in a birth accident, and in order to raise money for his wife's treatment, in order to keep his children from going to the worst welfare school, he falsified genetic information and was imprisoned. ”

“...... What did you say? ”

Ian pulled his hand off the button like an electric shock.

"Haha, look at the way you look, of course you made it up to deceive you.

He is the famous 'ghoul' Malcolm, who has killed 9 people and made a profit of 4.73 million by reselling prostheses and organ materials. ”

Ian smiled awkwardly at Kasawara. It was all the shadow of the dream that made him suspicious.

"But ......"

Kasahara changed his mind and paused.

"For a prisoner like Malcolm, the guards remove all the prosthetics from him and register them as having been accidentally damaged during his detention.

In the psychiatric clinic, the physiotherapist will inject him with hypnotic drugs and induce him to extract all the strange memories from his brain. This type of material is very popular in the Black Dream Market.

Finally, the video of the execution will be sold to those who resent him. Occasionally, there are customers who want to watch on the spot, or operate it themselves, and the price is much higher. ”

"Haha, you're really good at making up stories."

Ian smiled reluctantly, his expression becoming more and more stiff, and looked at Kasawara in dead silence.

"Ian, with so little money allocated to the prison every year, but more and more prisoners, what should the prison guards do with their bonuses?

As part of that, have you ever wondered where those extra bonuses come from? ”

Whew, whew.

He needs air, he needs to breathe.

"You're really innocent, so I gave you more time to get used to it. Since you asked, I'll tell you in advance.

It's a huge business, and you're part of it. What you want to see, you've seen now. ”

"Please execute the procedure immediately, attention, please execute the procedure immediately."

A rapid mechanical sound sounded in the operator's room.

Kasawara looked at his flustered colleague and shook his head in disappointment. He clasped his hands on the button and slapped it down as he slammed it down.

Ian slammed the door open and rushed out of the operator's room. He felt eyes staring at him from behind, forcing him to flee from here.