Fairness

Abigail Thorne stood at the edge of the gallows, her fingers curled around the rough-hewn wood. A chill wind whipped across the town square, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke. She stared at the trapdoor, imagining her brother’s feet dangling above it. “It ain’t right,” she muttered, her jaw clenched. “Thomas wouldn’t hurt a soul.” The crowd had dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers milling about. Abigail’s gaze fell on Judge Elias Blackwood as he emerged from the courthouse, his black robes billowing. The judge’s eyes met hers briefly before he looked away, a flicker of… something… crossing his face. ...

Judge Juniper Hawthorne smoothed her silk blouse and adjusted her designer glasses, peering out the grimy bus window at the endless expanse of trees. This was not how she had envisioned spending her summer. The memory of her courtroom meltdown still made her cringe - who knew throwing a gavel at that smug defense attorney would land her in so much hot water? Now here she was, exiled to the middle of nowhere for a month of “character-building” community service. ...

Zara Nyx drummed her fingers on the armrest, her eyes fixed on the holographic display floating above the jury box. Twelve glowing orbs pulsed in sync, representing the neural patterns of her fellow jurors. All except one—her own remained stubbornly dark. “Ms. Nyx,” the AI Judge’s serene voice filled the courtroom, “your neural link appears to be inactive. Please authorize the connection so we may proceed.” Zara’s jaw clenched. She’d been dreading this moment since receiving the jury summons. “With all due respect, Your Honor, I’d prefer not to have my thoughts broadcast.” ...