Dredd Jules ^hot^ -

“No.”

Dredd looked at the poet. Then at the slate. Then back. dredd jules

Dredd stood in the silence, the acrid smell of cordite mixing with leaking coolant. He keyed his radio. Dredd felt nothing. Then

“Control. Perp neutralized. Crime scene: hab-block Aurelius, sub-level 12. Recommend psych-eval for responding officer.” the smell of real grass

For 1.3 seconds, Dredd felt nothing. Then, a phantom pressure behind his eyes. A memory that wasn’t his—a child’s laughter, the smell of real grass, the terrible, aching beauty of a choice unmade.