She grabbed my hand and tried to move it away, trying to push my body off of hers. She had no chance, she was no more than 120 pounds and I was nearly...a foot taller than her. "Please," she said, her voice weak. I looked into her eyes, and they were pleading as much as she was. But I saw no fear, only hurt.Hurt that I caused. I didn't want to hurt her, I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to let her to know that I loved her.I began to pull her underwear off when she grabbed my hand. I locked. “Yep, they may be up to no good at times, but innocents rarely get hurt by them.”“True and he did drop a few hints to you as to that weird drug dealer who set up shop in your sector, the one who was extracting female hormones to make that aphrodisiac,” she replied with a delicate shudder.“Well, it worked, just left them somewhat damaged afterwards and unable to tell Cass where it happened or who did it, despite a couple of times she asked me to step in.”“Yep, Minat’s last big case before his. "One man I respect and the other I am unable to respect. Words mean little, but the person behind the words means everything."Jim realized he was daydreaming while something important was going on. He snapped back to attention."Like I said, a top-quality job by any standard."The older man paused for a second and then began to speak again."We'd like to make you an offer. You would be a fine addition to Douglas. Of course, you would do well, too," he said. "Are you still interested?" I believe. With any change there are winners and losers. In the case of the changes brought about by the Reset Manifesto, the number of winners overwhelmed the number of losers. The government returned to one of the people, by the people, and for the people. Those privileged who had seen and enjoyed it as a government of the elite, by the elite, and for the elite were not happy. They resisted change to their last breath.Some things can’t be fixed. A world that had been used to dealing with a schizophrenic.