<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Aisceron, 02-04-2156 - Morning</span><br/><br/>The panel on the wall started speaking on a mechanical sounding voice after a touch:<br/><br/>"Good morning, Alice. 7:03 a.m. Air quality, 30%. Humidity, 37%. It should not rain before the night."<br/><br/>The young dark-haired woman listened to the panel and nodded. It was one of her habits, even though the young police officer knew she was talking to a machine. <br/><br/>"Thank you. Is breakfast ready?", she replied while looking around for her boots.<br/><br/>"Yes, Alice. Your boots are to your left, under the blue chair".<br/><br/>The brunette groaned. That blasted wall robot was way too efficient. Sometimes she felt tempted to shoot it. But it would probably just repair itself, the damned thing. Or at the very least ask for a repairman - or a repair whatever race - itself. And of course, it was a necessity for a lot of things.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I will have breakfast and leave. Should anyone come calling, let them know I am busy, but I will be around to visit them soon."<br/><br/>'God, I'm treating the machine like people treated maids way back when', the woman thought to herself. Sitting down for breakfast - coffee was a rare treat, but Alice could afford it -, she read the morning news before going up to the panel again. "Health check, please".<br/><br/>A soft buzzing sounded, before the machine spoke again. "Blood pressure is as should. Temperature is slightly high." A small drawer pushed out of the wall. "Vitamin C. Take it before you leave the house". The young woman sighed. "Very well, thank you". "Taking the tablet, Alice Green finally left her house. It would be another one of those days. Nothing relevant to do but patrolling the planet.<br/><br/>Aisceron was a relatively peaceful planet. Many races lived in it. Humans, aliens from many other planets, and many androids. Some humans preferred an android over a wall panel. It felt more 'social', or whatever. For Alice, even the wall panel was too much. She wouldn't want a robotic 'person' walking around her small living space. Just the thought made her have the chills. 'Where is this galaxy going to?'.<br/><br/>But back to Aisceron. It was a pretty comfortable planet. It had a nearly decent air. Quality varied from day to day, but every building had excellent air filtering systems. There was water, that was a must for most races. Food could be acquired in the regular market, albeit expensive. Good food, there is. There was the cheap, nearly tasteless but still nutritional, crap the poor folks ate. And there was always a smart-ass dealer who stole from a store and sold it cheap. That was pretty much what Alice patrolled for, day in and day out.<br/><br/>But in general, it was a good place to live. Criminality was really low. Violent crime had been on a null rating for years. Other crimes were dealt with quickly. The monitoring systems were excellent, and it was really hard to hide something. Whoever got caught red-handed was simply sent out to a penal colony. It kept the planet clean, and they never returned.<br/><br/>That was probably the reason why so many chose that place to live. <br/><br/>A large panel popped up in the air while Alice and many others walked down that street. Criminal activity happening. Those panels were useful, but damn annoying. Well, it was a need. It was clear that it was a quick way to communicate, as many officers moved in the direction of Section 9. It was <span style="font-style: italic">always</span> Section 9.</div>