Translation
Anime Exiles
Olivine Steelbow
Sunday 5:00 a.m. Time for work.
What do I work as? Well that's a long story: Let's start from the beginning: My name is Olivin Steelbow. I used to work as a normal judge before IT happened.
What is it? This is also a long story: It began when the chiefs of the powerful countries noticed an increase in criminal activity. More and more got on the wrong track and began to plunder like savages. I don't know how that came about, but at least the prisons were overcrowded and the criminals became more refined, so that there were outbreaks every few days. The bosses had to intervene when they had an idea. They set up a "prison island" to which all criminals were deported.
Our island! They didn't even ask us - didn't even let us know. Suddenly there were hundreds of ships with criminals on board off the coast. You can imagine what happens when you put all the robbers and murderers in this world in one place.The same day the government was overthrown, and judges and police officers were chased and killed across the country. Here everyone can murder and plunder as they please - without any consequences for them!
I am now traveling through the villages and trying to enforce a little bit of law there. I can't go to the cities because they have long since become the only blood banks. The crooks who show repentance and want to finish their crimes usually settle in small villages. I try to protect them as best I can. I'll try to describe one of my working days.
I'm going out of the house armed to the teeth and wearing a protective vest. I rarely take off the protective vest. i even sleep with her. If you are a criminal hunter here, you quickly have thousands on your neck who want to kill you.
In the morning I drive my motorcycle through the countryside and wait until I come across a murder case.This rarely takes more than 2 hours here. It only takes that long because I drive through the more deserted areas. I want to make a name for myself as a criminal hunter from here. So that later the killers would stop their actions out of fear of me. As a criminal hunter, I cannot set foot in more densely populated areas without being afraid of me. But the fear thing is progressing very, very slowly.
Today, someone was stabbed again. The body is fresh, killed only a few minutes ago. There are numerous observers around her. My work starts here. I am now actually taking up 3 different professions. I have to do all the work in a matter of seconds.
My first job is DETECTIVE.
Now I have to find out who stabbed the man before he piles up. Since the man is not long dead, the perpetrator cannot be far away. He stabbed him from behind. If the perpetrator has pounded the man as it looks, he must have lint from his pelspolover under his fingernails.I have to quickly look through the hands of all watchers without the killer noticing that I know how to find out who it was. I will find it. A rather fat guy, he has these fibers under his nails.
My second job is RICHTER.
That is the shortest and easiest task. I just draw my gun, point it at the fat man and say, "It was you." He pulls his own.
My third job is EXECUTIONER.
I have to shoot him before he can meet me. So far I have succeeded very well. This time again: a shot right in the head.
Then I have to drive on quickly, because staying long in the place where someone has just been shot is never a good idea. As this case illustrates in its own way. There were only 2 other cases that day. Today wasn't so busy. There are days when I have to solve whole series of murders and fight armies of criminals. But today, I didn't get that many, but fewer innocents died than usual.I can be satisfied with myself. In the evening I kill some bird to eat and look for a secluded clearing where no one who might want to kill me can find me, and I lie down. I notice that I have been working in piecework for 15 days and that I have to take a break again. If you just drive around on a motorcycle and shoot people, it really gets on your nerves. I have to be around people every 2 weeks or so just so as not to go completely crazy.
- * # * -
The next morning, Olivine Steelbow wakes up in a strange place. Everything is surrounded by a white, semi-liquid, semi-solid substance. It's in a very large room. In any case, it is so big that olivine can no longer see the walls - it somehow has the feeling of being in the middle of the room. A strange being speaks to him that somehow seems to be connected to the white matter. "Steelbow, I was expecting you".Olivine pulls the weapon out of a reflex, but the strange creature seems extremely unimpressed. Olivine can't really tell whether, because this being is full of this white matter, and you can't see its face (if it has one at all). "What do you want from me?" it pushes out olivine all at once. "In any case, I don't want to kill you. Sit down, I'll explain it to you." Olivin doesn't really know how to sit down, because objects full of this white substance fly through the room everywhere. Nobody looks even remotely like a chair. After thinking for a while, he stops, his hand on the gun.
"There are many, many different earths throughout the multiverse." speaks, the strange creature goes on it "All, they are the same planet, are mostly completely different. There is your earth, in which all criminals of the world, were banished to your island, in which your island is a place of peace , and still others in which they don't even exist.Every world needs its protectors. For example, you protect your world, and other protectors protect other worlds. Throughout all worlds flows a phenomenon that you humans call evil. It is the quintessence of suffering and calamity, but necessary for human existence. It flows through the earth and sprays its juice everywhere. But sometimes it spends too much, and the world threatens to tear this crowd apart.
Now you come into play: you and your partner should prevent a world from being torn apart by stopping evil. "Olivine hadn't listened much the whole time, and was only busy watching out for possible ambushes. All he can think of now is to say," Who says I'm going to help you? "" Oh, you have little choice. On the one hand because I force you to do it by all means, and on the other hand because evil can not only tear this world apart. It will create an impulse in the realities that can destroy the entire multiverse.So if you can't stop the coming epidemic in this world I'm sending you to, you will die. "
And with that a huge throat opened into which olivine was pulled.
What do I work as? Well that's a long story: Let's start from the beginning: My name is Olivin Steelbow. I used to work as a normal judge before IT happened.
What is it? This is also a long story: It began when the chiefs of the powerful countries noticed an increase in criminal activity. More and more got on the wrong track and began to plunder like savages. I don't know how that came about, but at least the prisons were overcrowded and the criminals became more refined, so that there were outbreaks every few days. The bosses had to intervene when they had an idea. They set up a "prison island" to which all criminals were deported.
Our island! They didn't even ask us - didn't even let us know. Suddenly there were hundreds of ships with criminals on board off the coast. You can imagine what happens when you put all the robbers and murderers in this world in one place.The same day the government was overthrown, and judges and police officers were chased and killed across the country. Here everyone can murder and plunder as they please - without any consequences for them!
I am now traveling through the villages and trying to enforce a little bit of law there. I can't go to the cities because they have long since become the only blood banks. The crooks who show repentance and want to finish their crimes usually settle in small villages. I try to protect them as best I can. I'll try to describe one of my working days.
I'm going out of the house armed to the teeth and wearing a protective vest. I rarely take off the protective vest. i even sleep with her. If you are a criminal hunter here, you quickly have thousands on your neck who want to kill you.
In the morning I drive my motorcycle through the countryside and wait until I come across a murder case.This rarely takes more than 2 hours here. It only takes that long because I drive through the more deserted areas. I want to make a name for myself as a criminal hunter from here. So that later the killers would stop their actions out of fear of me. As a criminal hunter, I cannot set foot in more densely populated areas without being afraid of me. But the fear thing is progressing very, very slowly.
Today, someone was stabbed again. The body is fresh, killed only a few minutes ago. There are numerous observers around her. My work starts here. I am now actually taking up 3 different professions. I have to do all the work in a matter of seconds.
My first job is DETECTIVE.
Now I have to find out who stabbed the man before he piles up. Since the man is not long dead, the perpetrator cannot be far away. He stabbed him from behind. If the perpetrator has pounded the man as it looks, he must have lint from his pelspolover under his fingernails.I have to quickly look through the hands of all watchers without the killer noticing that I know how to find out who it was. I will find it. A rather fat guy, he has these fibers under his nails.
My second job is RICHTER.
That is the shortest and easiest task. I just draw my gun, point it at the fat man and say, "It was you." He pulls his own.
My third job is EXECUTIONER.
I have to shoot him before he can meet me. So far I have succeeded very well. This time again: a shot right in the head.
Then I have to drive on quickly, because staying long in the place where someone has just been shot is never a good idea. As this case illustrates in its own way. There were only 2 other cases that day. Today wasn't so busy. There are days when I have to solve whole series of murders and fight armies of criminals. But today, I didn't get that many, but fewer innocents died than usual.I can be satisfied with myself. In the evening I kill some bird to eat and look for a secluded clearing where no one who might want to kill me can find me, and I lie down. I notice that I have been working in piecework for 15 days and that I have to take a break again. If you just drive around on a motorcycle and shoot people, it really gets on your nerves. I have to be around people every 2 weeks or so just so as not to go completely crazy.
- * # * -
The next morning, Olivine Steelbow wakes up in a strange place. Everything is surrounded by a white, semi-liquid, semi-solid substance. It's in a very large room. In any case, it is so big that olivine can no longer see the walls - it somehow has the feeling of being in the middle of the room. A strange being speaks to him that somehow seems to be connected to the white matter. "Steelbow, I was expecting you".Olivine pulls the weapon out of a reflex, but the strange creature seems extremely unimpressed. Olivine can't really tell whether, because this being is full of this white matter, and you can't see its face (if it has one at all). "What do you want from me?" it pushes out olivine all at once. "In any case, I don't want to kill you. Sit down, I'll explain it to you." Olivin doesn't really know how to sit down, because objects full of this white substance fly through the room everywhere. Nobody looks even remotely like a chair. After thinking for a while, he stops, his hand on the gun.
"There are many, many different earths throughout the multiverse." speaks, the strange creature goes on it "All, they are the same planet, are mostly completely different. There is your earth, in which all criminals of the world, were banished to your island, in which your island is a place of peace , and still others in which they don't even exist.Every world needs its protectors. For example, you protect your world, and other protectors protect other worlds. Throughout all worlds flows a phenomenon that you humans call evil. It is the quintessence of suffering and calamity, but necessary for human existence. It flows through the earth and sprays its juice everywhere. But sometimes it spends too much, and the world threatens to tear this crowd apart.
Now you come into play: you and your partner should prevent a world from being torn apart by stopping evil. "Olivine hadn't listened much the whole time, and was only busy watching out for possible ambushes. All he can think of now is to say," Who says I'm going to help you? "" Oh, you have little choice. On the one hand because I force you to do it by all means, and on the other hand because evil can not only tear this world apart. It will create an impulse in the realities that can destroy the entire multiverse.So if you can't stop the coming epidemic in this world I'm sending you to, you will die. "
And with that a huge throat opened into which olivine was pulled.