Rights or Bread

“Citizen Consciousness is the problem, Citizen Consciousness. The voting right is the absolute minimum right a Bottom-Tier Citizen can hold in this rotten city. No matter how maximized plutocracy has become, does it Make Sense to Throw their only deciding power onto the Ground, calling it a lottery… Tsk, tsk.”

“Hey now, by your logic, choosing the bread and money right in front of them over difficult, invisible candidates and pledges should also be considered a part of their deciding power. Furthermore, isn’t it Human Instinct to seek the easier path?”

“If so, then we should beat the crap out of the Voting Right Lottery that created that easy path, and the President of Braincraft Inc.!”

“Come on, even if it wasn’t Braincraft Inc., something similar would have been made eventually. Why are you acting like this when you know very well? It’s a global trend.”

“What is, the Cattle-ization of Citizens? Or the loss of various fundamental rights, including the right to vote?!”

These Bar Debaters, passionately spewing their heated arguments, were Regular customers of the bar in their own right.

They hadn’t shown their faces for a while when the entire district was noisy due to the Dead Cell Incident and the Bar was full of Ronin, but that was already a month ago.

The bar was quiet, and the alleyway was still, as if they were asking when it had Ever been so chaotic. It would have been much better if it had not been election season.

The Ronin and the Patrols had all disappeared.

Whether the Dead Cell Remnants soared into the sky or sank into the Ground - however they managed to escape, it seemed they had given up, judging that they were no longer in East Monica...