Gennikin was woken by the alarm on his personal pad at 5am, as always. He liked to get an early start on the day, even when his services were not required. No sense wasting hours away on sleep – it was a purely functional activity. Dreams were for less practical people. If he had them, he never remembered them.
After a quick breakfast and shower, and while ensuring that his hair was parted with military precision and held in place, he reflected on his wonderful role as Advisor to the Supreme Grand Ruler of Harmonia. Making decisions that others would be too afraid to make. “Ruthless”, they’d called him at school – but his uncompromising qualities had been noted and he’d soon found himself invited to join the upper echelons of society, adjudicating on matters that most people had no idea about.
It was better that they didn’t. They wouldn’t have been able to handle it.