It was a faint but sudden ringing that pounded the accused 's head with the repeated sounds of 'tick, tock. ' Covering his ears to block out the pungent noise, he found it to be the clock on the wall that slowly ticked time away. Meanwhile, Beethoven 's Symphony No. 7 in A Major hummed peacefully in the background. "As the 9 councilors of CATA, we unanimously charge you with treason for spreading rhetoric that does not promote the good of our society." Dressed in an aesthetic black robe that covered him from head to toe, he was a seasoned old man with a face weary from the toll of doing anything absolutely necessary for the good of the society. Anything. That essential requisite chose the head of the world 's largest bureaucratic organization:
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"Let 's put him in the Existential Extirpator. It 's been a while since we put people in Her, don 't you agree?" The whole courtroom seemed to be nodding in agreement, accompanied by the sea of fake laughs and smiles that each of his fellow colleagues wore on their respective mugs.
"It 's official," said the High Councilor. "Councilor Fox, put in the record that we used the Existential Extirpator this day on June 6, 2069."
"Understood, High Councilor."
"Let us hear from the accused, shall we? Guards, escort him to the middle of the court with the steel cuffs." The guards escorted the accused, the young man visibly showing the fear for his life with his hands shaking almost violently in his cuffs. When he arrived to the center, he sighed a sigh of concession.
"Now son, any last words before you become nothing but a faint memory?" Beethoven 's quick change in tempo interrupted the awkward silence. The accused lifted his head to speak, but he eventually closed his eyes and put his head down. Smirking, the High Councilor chuckled, "Very well then. Guards, take him to The
"Let 's put him in the Existential Extirpator. It 's been a while since we put people in Her, don 't you agree?" The whole courtroom seemed to be nodding in agreement, accompanied by the sea of fake laughs and smiles that each of his fellow colleagues wore on their respective mugs.
"It 's official," said the High Councilor. "Councilor Fox, put in the record that we used the Existential Extirpator this day on June 6, 2069."
"Understood, High Councilor."
"Let us hear from the accused, shall we? Guards, escort him to the middle of the court with the steel cuffs." The guards escorted the accused, the young man visibly showing the fear for his life with his hands shaking almost violently in his cuffs. When he arrived to the center, he sighed a sigh of concession.
"Now son, any last words before you become nothing but a faint memory?" Beethoven 's quick change in tempo interrupted the awkward silence. The accused lifted his head to speak, but he eventually closed his eyes and put his head down. Smirking, the High Councilor chuckled, "Very well then. Guards, take him to The