Butchering rebels was not Svitiou's favourite job. Not because it was cruel or inhuman-like, but because he was bored with doing the same things again and again.

  He hated how the rebels held their pain and tolerated tortures. Never opened their mouth or revealed their secrets. Stubborn.

  He went into the cell. It was a tiny place…as small as a public toilet. Not enough place to even sleep. There was a brutally beaten man. He had blue eyes and blonde hair.

  "I knew you would come," he said.

  "Overthinking sometimes predicts the future. Do you know what? You need rest," Svitiou answered.

  "Then make me rest… for forever."

  "Why the fuck I will do that?"

  "Because it's your job to do."

  "Yes, as if I have all the authorities to do that."

  The man started to laugh. "Even you can feel there is someone higher than you. The people on Masad and Emerald want to rule the whole universe without knowing it. They don't know the ground reality at all. We rebel because we are freedom fighters. Not only for the environment but for all the people. We don't want Boduin to become the second Earth."

  "You know what the problem is with you rebels? You like to blab useless things and think killing one or two officers is the key to freedom. I guess you never read history."

  "History?" The rebel asked with a doubtful voice.

  "Aye, his story. The great man's story. The great man who fights against the tyrant government like your kind. The great man who thinks only the ruler's fall can bring peace. The great man who eventually wins, the government falls. And then the great man establishes his reign, branding it as 'the beginning of a utopian era'. The great man eventually starts to become like the tyrant government.

  "Look, man, bullies are those who used to be bullied. The tyrants are nothing but the prey of tyranny.

  "Even if your rebellion becomes successful, the history will never change. It will not be Ahuras but some other house or someone individual. But in the end, everything becomes the same. Not instantly but after some years."

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  "So you mean, all the things we are doing are for nothing?" The rebel roared. "How can you say that? You bastard."

  "Call me anything you want. But remember, I am not like others seeking high positions, becoming an honourable man. I never understood why people are obsessed with finding meaning in life, completing duty, and fulfilling purpose. These are all ado. How can people tolerate all things?"

  "People like you will never understand. We fight, we die, we avenge our falling comrades. You can only enjoy the pleasure of a woman."

  "Yep, I just like sleeping with women's warm. But I am also a pacifist. I hate killing and torturing people. I am bored doing them. But it's my job to do, so I will. If you can tolerate them, tolerate them. Can you?" Svitiou grinned.

  The rebel's eyes were enlarged with fear. He stared at Svitiou with distrust.

  "The thing is I know you won't give any answer to my questions. And I've predicted this with my experience, not with overthinking. So I won't ask you any, but definitely torture you like hell." Svitiou kicked the rebel. Then he closed the door of the cell. And a scream was heard.

  When Svitiou came out from the cell, his hands were full of blood. An officer came and handed him a handkerchief.

  "This one was the strongest until now," Svitiou said rubbing his fingers.

  The officer, named Marich Bhum, nodded. He said, "By the way, everything is prepared for tonight."

  "Really?" Svitiou grinned. Then they both laughed.

  "Oh, one more thing. Your brother called you."

  "Fuck! Not again," Svitiou said with a tired face.

  Svitiou was in his office room, sitting on a soft office chair. He called back Raevour. His small virtual model appeared.

  "So, explain me. Why do you need me again?" Svitiou asked.

  "We were informed that Bharatas have entered the Solar-Bruniar wormhole path. They will land in Boduin tomorrow," Raevour answered.

  "So what can I do until they come here?"

  "President made a quite interesting request. He wants Bharatas to be settled in the region of Bharata. Bharata for Bharatas. So you are going to be transferred to—"

  "What?" Svitiou shouted.

  "Let me complete my words, my little brother," Raevour sighed. "You are going to be transferred to the region Bharata. I am sending the notice."

  Svitiou got a message of notice. He was suppressed by his elder brother.

  "I am suggesting you to transferred within tonight," Raevour said.

  "Tonight? It's totally impossible. I've a plan for tonight. Oh, why just tonight? I can't be transferred. I don't want to go anywhere. I can't leave Mosifal."

  "Why?" Raevour mocked. "Will you miss your whore sucking your dick?"

  "SHUT UP," Svitiou ashamed.

  "You will get more whores in Bharata."

  "Raevour, you are not understanding. Zuli is the queen."

  "Queen of what? Whores?" Raevour burst out. "As if she is more beautiful than the ladies of Emerald."

  "She is. If not all of them, Zuli will still be more glamourous than two-thirds of them."

  "Svitiou," Raevour's voice was deep and serious. Svitiou became nervous. "I am not here to talk about whores with you. If you want so badly, you will get ten of them as compensation. But do as I say. There is nothing more important than keeping the President's wish. Understand."

  "Yeah," Svitiou's voice was low. He looked more tired. "Are you done? So you can leave now."

  Raevour sniffed. Then he hung up the call.

  He left his seat and stood in front of the window. His office was on the tenth floor. From the window, he was staring at the blue sky. Open, high and free. When he first came to Boduin, he thought he was free, but now he saw crystal clear.