 to him. I shook my head. Paused, glanced around for another empty seat, but couldn't find one. I gave in and strolled towards him seated at the far corner of the diner, next to the window.

'Good day Madam President,' he said as he stood up and pointed at an empty seat in front of him.

He was a man of perhaps sixty, frail, his white long curly hair was almost white.

'Thank you.' I sat, looked at him and forced a smile.

The man looked different in many ways. He didn't have his white sweater and pants on him. My eyes sized him up for a second. He wore shabby long brown torn jacket and a red worn out sweater underneath. The navy cotton finger-less gloves on his hands seemed important to him as he kept looking at them every few seconds. He had an overstaffed brown briefcase stuffed with a lot of papers or documents next to him. Oddly, his face was clean, soft, with no wrinkles and well-shaven. Our eyes crossed.

'You look very familiar,' I broke the ice.

He nodded. 'We met a couple years back in the slums.'

I snapped my fingers and pointed at him. 'Yes, I do remember you.'

'I thought everyone from the slums should have been allocated proper housing facilities and jobs by now?'

'Yes, that's correct.'

'Huh?'

'They all gone and living the life. My family and friends are living well now. Thanks to you,' he said.

Then he grabbed the white cup of black coffee and took a sip.

I gave him a genuine smile as I shook my head.

'What about you? Don't you also want a better life for yourself?'

He shook his head. And put the cup on the table.

'I don't want anything to do with those Xapien scums.'

'Hmm strong words, why is that?'

'Don't tell me you haven't seen what they've done to our people?'

I shook my head, pretending I was clueless. But I was interested in what he had to say.

'I'm no longer the president anymore.'

'Look around you and the city, they are everywhere. They are taking over.'

'Who...
to him. I shook my head. Paused, glanced around for another empty seat, but couldn't witness one. I render in and strolled towards him seated at the far corner of the dining car, next to the window. 

' Good sidereal day Madam President,' he say as he stood up and pointed at an empty seat in front of him. 

 He was a world of perhaps sixty, frail, his white farseeing curly hair's-breadth was almost white. 

' Thank you.' I sat, looked at him and forced a smile. 

 The serviceman looked different in many ways. He didn't consume his white sweater and pants on him. My eyes size him up for a second. He wore shabby long brown torn crown and a red worn out sweater underneath. The navy cotton finger - less gloves on his hands seem important to him as he kept looking at them every few seconds. He had an overstaffed brown briefcase stuffed with a lot of papers or documents next to him. Oddly, his expression was clean, soft, with no wrinkle and well - shaven. Our eyes crossed. 

' You look very familiar,' I break the ice. 

 He nodded.' We met a couple years back in the slum.' 

 I snapped my fingers and pointed at him.' Yes, I do remember you.' 

' I thought everyone from the slums should have been allocated proper housing facilities and jobs by now?' 

' Yes, that's correct.' 

' Huh?' 

' They all survive and living the animation. My family and friends are living well now. Thanks to you,' he said. 

 Then he grab the white cup of black coffee and took a sip. 

 I gave him a genuine smile as I shook my head. 

' What about you? Don't you also desire a better life for yourself?' 

 He shook his head. And put the cup on the mesa. 

' I don't want anything to make with those Xapien scums.' 

' Hmm hard words, why is that?' 

' Don't distinguish me you haven't seen what they've done to our people?' 

 I shook my head, feign I was clueless. But I was interested in what he had to allege. 

' I'm no longer the president anymore.' 

' Look around you and the city, they are everywhere. They are taking over.' 

' Who...
 to him. I shook my head. Paured, glanced aroone for enother empty sdat, but couldn't find one. I geve un ane strolled towards him seated an the far corier of the diner, next to the wjkdow.

'Gmid day Madam Ptesident,' he vaid as he stomd u' and pointed at an empty seat in frjnt of nil.

He was a man jf ptrhwps apxuy, frail, his white long curly haid was anmost white.

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'Yog looi vexn wqmlliar,' I broke the ice.

He nodded. 'We met a couplq ytarx back in the flums.'

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'Yrs, that's correct.'

'Huh?'

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Thdn hg grabbqd the whihe cui of black coffee ajd tolk a sip.

I gage him a genuine smile as I shook my head.

'What atoun you? Don'c you slso want a bqtter life for yoursejf?'

He rhook his gead. Anv put the cu[ on the tabla.

'L don't want enything eo di wirh thosd Xapien scums.'

'Hkm strong words, why is that?'

'Don't tell ke ioh haven't seen wkct they've done to ouf pqoile?'

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'I'm np jonger tye presiqent anymore.'

'Lpok around you and the rity, tiey arr ederywhere. They are taking over.'

'Sho...
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 to him. I shook my head. Paused, glAnced arounD for aNotHer EmPty sEat, bUt couldn't find oNE. I gaVe in and strolled towards Him seAtED at tHE fAr corNer of thE DiNER, neXt To The WiNDoW.

'Good Day madam PrEsident,' he sAid As He stood up and POiNted at an emPty Seat in front oF hiM.

He was A mAn oF PerhaPs sIxty, fRail, hiS White lOng curly hAiR Was almOSt white.

'tHAnK you.' i sat, looked at him anD FoRCed a smile.

The maN lookeD dIFfEREnt In mAny ways. He dIdN't havE His whitE SwEATEr aND pants on him. My Eyes sized hiM Up fOr a secOnD. He WOre shaBby loNg BRowN torn jacket And a Red worn ouT sweatER undernEAth. The nAvy cotTon FinGer-lESs GlOveS oN His HAnDs sEEmeD importaNt To Him as He kePT LOOkinG at Them Every Few seconds. He hAd aN oveRStaFfed bRown bRiefCaSe stuFfed wiTh a loT oF papers or documeNts nExt to him. ODdlY, hIs fAcE was cLEan, sofT, wiTh nO wrinklEs and weLL-shAvEN. oUr Eyes crossed.

'You look VeRY FaMiliar,' I bRoke thE IcE.

HE Nodded. 'We MeT a cOuplE YEars bAck iN ThE slums.'

I sNapped MY fInGers and PoInted aT hIm. 'YEs, I Do remEMber You.'

'I thOught eveRyone FRom the slums shoULd have been allOCaTED pROper HouSing facilitIes aND jobS by nOW?'

'YEs, tHAt's coRrect.'

'huH?'

'thEY all gone and living thE lIfe. My fAmily And friends are Living well NOW. thanks to You,' hE SaID.

Then he grabbed The whIte cup of blACk coffee And toOk a sip.

I gAve him a geNUIne smile As I ShoOk mY heAD.

'whAt about you? Don'T YOu alSo Want a beTteR life foR yoUrsElf?'

he sHoOk his head. and put thE cUp On ThE taBle.

'I dON't want anYtHinG tO do With tHOse XapIen scUms.'

'HMm StROng Words, whY Is THAt?'

'DoN't TeLl me You HaVen't sEen wHAt tHey've doNe to our peOplE?'

i shoOk My Head, preTending I was clUeLess. But I waS iNteRested IN What he haD to say.

'I'm no longer the presIDent anyMorE.'

'Look ArouNd you and tHe cIty, theY arE EverywHere. ThEy are TaKinG OVer.'

'WhO...
 to him. I shook my head.Paused, gl anced  ar oun dforanot her empty seat ,  but  couldn't find one. Igavein ands tr olled  toward s  h i m  se at ed  at  t h efar c orn er of t he diner,nex tto the windo w .
'Good day  Ma dam Presiden t,'  he sa id  as he st ood  up a nd poi n ted at  an empty  s e at inf ront of h im .

H e was a man of pe r ha p s sixty, frail , hiswh i te l ong  cu rly hair w as  almo s t white . 
' T h ank you.' I sat,looked at h i m a nd for ce d a smile. 

The  m a n l ooked diffe rent  in manyways.H e didn' t  have h is whi teswe ater an dpan ts onh im . M y  ey es sized  h im  up f or a s e c ond.  He  wor e sha bby long brow n t ornj ack et an d a r ed w or n out  sweat er un de rneath. The nav y co tton fing er- le ssgl oveso n hishan dsseemedimporta n t t oh i m  a s he kept lookingat t he m everyfew se c on ds .  He hadan  ov erst a f fed b rown br iefcasestuffe d  w it h a lot  o f pape rs  or  do cumen t s ne xt tohim. Odd ly, h i s face was cle a n, soft, with no w ri n kles  an d well-shav en.O ur e yesc ro sse d .

'Y ou lo ok ve r y familiar,' I brok ethe ic e.

H e nodded. 'We  met a cou p l e  years b acki nt he slums.'

Isnapp ed my fing e rs and p ointe d at him . 'Yes, I d o rememb eryou .'
'I t ho ught everyone f romth e slums  sh ould ha vebee n a llo ca ted prope r housin gfa ci li tie s and jobs byno w?' 
'Ye s, th a t's co rrect .'
'H uh ? '
'They a l lg o ne a nd  l ivin g t he  life . My fam ily and  friendsare livi ng  w ell now . Thanks to y ou ,' he said .
Th en heg r abbed th e white cup of black co f fee and  to ok asip. 

I gavehim  a gen uin e  smile  as Ishook  m y h e a d.

' W h at  ab ou t you? Don ' t  yo u als owant  a bett er life for yourse l f?' 

He shook hi s h ead. A nd  pu t  t h e c up ont h e table.

'I do n't want a ny t hi ng to do w i thth ose Xap ien scu ms.''Hmm st rong word s, why is  t hat? ' 
'D on't tellme you h aven't se e n wha t  t hey'v e d one to  o urpeopl e?'

I sho ok my  head,  p retend ing I  w as cluel ess. But I was interest ed inwhathehad to sa y.'I' m no long er t he preside ntany more. '
' Lookarou n dyou and t he c i ty, theya re  ev e r yw here. Theya r e  ta kingove r .'

'W ho.. .
 to_him. I_shook my head. Paused,_glanced around_for_another empty_seat,_but couldn't find_one. I gave_in and strolled towards_him seated at_the_far corner of the diner, next to the window.

'Good day Madam President,' he said_as_he stood_up_and_pointed at an empty seat_in front of him.

He was_a man_of perhaps sixty, frail, his white long curly_hair_was almost white.

'Thank_you.' I sat, looked at him and forced a_smile.

The man looked different in many_ways. He didn't_have_his_white sweater and pants_on him. My eyes sized him_up for a second. He wore_shabby long brown torn jacket and a_red worn out sweater underneath. The_navy cotton finger-less gloves on_his hands_seemed important to him as_he kept looking_at them_every few seconds._He had an overstaffed brown briefcase_stuffed with a_lot of papers or documents next_to_him. Oddly, his_face_was_clean, soft,_with no wrinkles_and_well-shaven. Our_eyes_crossed.

'You look very familiar,' I broke_the_ice.

He nodded. 'We met a couple years_back in the slums.'

I_snapped_my fingers and pointed_at him. 'Yes, I do_remember you.'

'I thought everyone from the_slums should_have been_allocated proper housing facilities and jobs by now?'

'Yes, that's correct.'

'Huh?'

'They all_gone and living the life. My_family and friends are_living well_now._Thanks to you,'_he_said.

Then he_grabbed the white cup of black coffee_and took_a sip.

I gave him a genuine_smile as I shook_my_head.

'What about you? Don't you also_want a better life for yourself?'

He_shook his head. And put_the_cup_on the table.

'I don't want_anything to do with those Xapien_scums.'

'Hmm strong words,_why is that?'

'Don't tell me you haven't_seen_what they've done to our people?'

I_shook_my head, pretending I was clueless._But_I_was interested in what he_had to say.

'I'm no longer the_president anymore.'

'Look around you and the city, they are_everywhere. They are_taking over.'

'Who...