I stand at the fountain in the middle of the town square, Monday morning, before going into work. Today is a day like any other day. A copper's labours don't stop for the weekend - oh, that's a joke.
Jokes are very difficult, now. Everyone knows the end before you open your mouth. Everyone else is you, more or less, you see.
There's not really any such thing as a punchline, any more.
But Mondays aren't special. I work weekends, same as the rest of the force. I work whenever I'm rota'd. I serve. We all serve - the police aren't special that way any more, uniquely dedicated to public service.
We don't work much any longer, though. There isn't much of what you'd call crime, any more, to keep us busy. Not since the Great Peace descended.
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Killer Be
Mystery / ThrillerWhen humanity evolves into a hive mind, it makes murder much more difficult. But not impossible. Tanya was a police cadet when the Blessed Peace came over mankind. She's still a police cadet: even now that crime is almost eradicated, unnecessary...
