The Liar Killers

Strapped to a cold metal killing chair, a tall and lanky adult was strain-ing to stay alive. Roger Aimes lay in that chair. Stiff as a board. Barelybreathing. He knew remaining calm was key.Stay calm... stay calm. Every time I get near these self-righteous pricksit feels like my head is going to explode.One outburst and the honesty machine would slice his veins intocrimson macaroni. His forearms reduced to bloody trailways as openas the mines he worked in. The X3 jig was attached tightly to both hiswrists. He wasn't alone in the sanitary metallic room. A male figurein a white lab coat controlling the machine stood hunched over him,transparent control panel in hand."If you tell the truth with your statement, I'll let you go, Roger,"grunted the scientist. He was in every way a Prelican—one of thesupporters of Chancellor Prumpt's regime. Wearing the silver metal-lic tie with The Restoration Symbol embroidered in the middle. Hetapped his foot rapidly against the floor while checking the time onhis display.How dare he speak so casually about the possibility of me being killed today?