[ WP ] corrupt police try to frame a man for murder and discover something much , much worse ...

`` Here, hold this piece of paper.'' The man in the denim suit said solemnly. `` No, with two hands. Like a mugshot.'' 
 
 `` What's a mugshot?'' 
 
 `` Just do it, OK?'' 
 
 François saw no reason to disobey someone sporting a cowboy's outfit in 2516. You had to be a real lunatic to do that. 
 
 `` Like thi-?'' Before he finished his question, the officer's flying kick had already sent him across the room, grunting loudly as his back smashed into the polygraph robot, nearly knocking it over. `` *Hey*, what the Trump!?'' 
 
 `` Dennis, enough. Sit down, Fron-koys.'' The other officer, who's essentially a ball of hair, rose to his feet. `` I'll let you know. I am the most powerful cop in this part of the galaxy. One word from me, and you'll get 150 lightyears orbiting New Mars with the rest of the rapists and Kit Kat thieves. You get that?'' 
 
 `` Yes, but you've got the wrong man! I did n't kill her.'' 
 
 `` *Eir! * Be respectful, you cisgender scum. `` Dennis cried. `` That, um, this- uh... victim. Right, the victim had a name!'' Hairy Ball raised a hand to calm him, then said: 
 
 `` Do n't try to deny it. Dennis here saw you with his own eyes. All two hundred of them.'' 
 
 François shifted uncomfortably. The guy's fur was rubbing against him. `` I thought it was the other officer who was at the scene... The one with one leg.'' 
 
 Cowboy Dennis flipped the table. 
 
 `` Shut up! You disgust me. You dare define a man by his disability? That man grew a leg in the Android War. What do you know about war, and pain, huh? Want me to show you?'' 
 
 `` N-no.'' 
 
 `` Thanks, Dennis. Now, we found concrete evidence.'' The officer held up a hologram. `` A tire track. Matches perfectly with your vehicle.'' 
 
 François blinked. 
 
 `` Mine's a hovercraft! And that's not even tire...'' 
 
 He stared at the hologram. Dennis slapped him. 
 
 `` Oww!'' 
 
 `` You filthy swine. Do n't try to alter evidence with your mental hijack. I've made backups.'' 
 
 François rubbed his cheek. 
 
 `` Look I- my hovercraft broke down. I just happened to pass by at the wrong time.'' 
 
 `` The wrong time, eh? Or was it the *right* time? The victim told us you did it. We used electrical cranial revival.'' 
 
 `` There's no such thing!'' 
 
 Hairy Ball slammed his tentacles on the floor. François recoiled. He did n't know he had those. 
 
 `` Ok, Dennis stuck the limb into the socket. The way the body jolted, however, seemed to spell out something. Good thing Dennis reads body language. It was your name, Fron-koys.'' 
 
 `` That's bullshit!'' 
 
 `` I'll give you three choices.'' He held up all of his tentacles. `` You either fess up and go to jail. Or I'll make you go to jail, for using adult words against the police.'' 
 
 `` That's only two choices.'' 
 
 `` *Fuck you. *'' Dennis chipped in, fed up with standing aside. `` I'll let you know, all 500 years of my career, I've never let any suspects get outta he-'' 
 
 `` Shh. Dennis.'' 
 
 They all listened. Something was approaching. 
 
 `` Are you sure we're the only one on this space station?'' inquired Hairy Ball. 
 
 `` Yeah. You, me, this son of a bitch.'' 
 
 The sound gets louder. 
 
 `` Evidence. The corpse of the victim.'' 
 
 The door slammed open. They all screamed. 
 
 It, um, eir, hissed. 
 
 `` Bullets... bulle- Darkness. Nothing. Electricity. Revival. You? Me. Alive. Aroused? Energy. Energy. Feed...''
