And that was the law.
“I understand that you administered an unlicensed psycho-active narrative to a judicial officer. That’s a Grade-5 felony.” dredd jules
Dredd looked at the poet. Then at the slate. Then back. And that was the law
He ejected the spent casing, letting it clatter onto the concrete. Then he turned and walked back toward the light, leaving the dead poet to his final, silent stanza. The Law had been served. curled around a leaking coolant pipe
The Judgment of Jules Setting: Mega-City One, 2147 AD. A hab-block drowning in its own filth, the air a cocktail of synth-smog and desperation. Judge Dredd’s boot slammed into the recycler hatch, peeling it open like a tin can. Inside, curled around a leaking coolant pipe, was the perp.
They weren’t.