Justice

The silver death machine floated into the chamber on ebon wings. In a voice of silken steel it intoned, "Summoned, I serve, My Lord."

The man at the desk lifted his eyes. "Your report, Justice."

"The subject was killed while resisting interment. A full confession was extracted from the remains."

The man sighed. "You are dismissed." The Agent floated out.

It had been a frustrating case. And once again, he felt that he had failed. The Agents said they needed someone to watch over the children. They needed someone with compassion. And they offered immortality.

The last man on Earth looked out the window, across the endless city. He shook his head.

"Forever is too long a time for guilt."

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