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Traffic was heavy on Main Street at the beginning of a new day. The multiple lane, two way Main was, as always, the center of all activity on Lusopolis. A pedestrian stepped out of the sidewalk and was hit by one of the passing cars. Lying on the ground, he might not even have seen what hit him. The car kept going down Main. So did all the other passing cars, except for two drivers who had seen it all happen. Both pulled over but only one driver got off, cell phone in hand, having already dialed 911.

Traffic was heavy on Main Street at the beginning of a new day. The multiple lane, two way Main was, as always, the center of all activity on Lusopolis. A pedestrian stepped out of the sidewalk and was hit by one of the passing cars. Lying on the ground, he might not even have seen what hit him. The car kept going down Main. So did all the other passing cars, except for two drivers who had seen it all happen. Both pulled over but only one driver got off, cell phone in hand, having already dialed 911.

His case had been discussed at the council of abusers. Someone told a joke and the council wanted to know if he could tell a better one. He was more keen of telling a good story and list making than of stand up comedy. Hecklers kept the council amused for a while. They found his stories and lists stale. Everybody had heard them before or knew them already. One of those lists was so boring, that they lost their cool. Neither him nor any of his descendents or future reincarnations would ever get a driver's license in Lusopolis.

His case had been discussed at the council of abusers. Someone told a joke and the council wanted to know if he could tell a better one. He was more keen of telling a good story and list making than of stand up comedy. Hecklers kept the council amused for a while. They found his stories and lists stale. Everybody had heard them before or knew them already. One of those lists was so boring, that they lost their cool. Neither him nor any of his descendents or future reincarnations would ever get a driver's license in Lusopolis.

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In the mean time he had visited Bookville and found it extremely attractive for his line of business. He moved over there lock and stock and was going about his work when an argument flared on the masters' list. Convinced he could do another list and expand his operation he was told to open his business on Metapolis where he could use his own driver's license. There was some progress in his work and encouraged by the apparent quietness he even expanded his line of lists until he found his car wheels locked by a couple of Keystone cops from Lusopolis. Metapolis police was called in. This was outside the jurisdiction of Lusopolis, but the cops ranted and raved about his revoked driver's license. There was a salomonic decision. The car wheels were unlocked, but he was asked to drive only on secondary streets around his place of work, so that there would be no more commotion. It didn't take too long for him to found that the police officers in Metapolis were no better, if not worse, than those he thought had left behind in Lusopolis. How could this be?

In the mean time he had visited Bookville and found it extremely attractive for his line of business. He moved over there lock and stock and was going about his work when an argument flared on the masters' list. Convinced he could do another list and expand his operation he was told to open his business on Metapolis where he could use his own driver's license. There was some progress in his work and encouraged by the apparent quietness he even expanded his line of lists until he found his car wheels locked by a couple of Keystone cops from Lusopolis. Metapolis police was called in. This was outside the jurisdiction of Lusopolis, but the cops ranted and raved about his revoked driver's license. There was a salomonic decision. The car wheels were unlocked, but he was asked to drive only on secondary streets around his place of work, so that there would be no more commotion. It didn't take too long for him to found that the police officers in Metapolis were no better, if not worse, than those he thought had left behind in Lusopolis. How could this be?

All these large and small places were part of a state run by the Wicked Federation. Nobody paid taxes. The products and services produced in the state were very popular and delivered everywhere ahead of any competition. So, every year, the Wicked Federation would simply ask for voluntary donations. Money flew in from all corners of the globe. This allowed the members of the Wicked Federation to be very well off. They used some of this money, some say a very small fraction, for the maintenance of the infrastructures, and kept their hands off the Bigpolis and Smallvilles.

All these large and small places were part of a state run by the Wicked Federation. Nobody paid taxes. The products and services produced in the state were very popular and delivered everywhere ahead of any competition. So, every year, the Wicked Federation would simply ask for voluntary donations. Money flew in from all corners of the globe. This allowed the members of the Wicked Federation to be very well off. They used some of this money, some say a very small fraction, for the maintenance of the infrastructures, and kept their hands off the Bigpolis and Smallvilles.

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While this driver was going through all this trouble in Lusopolis and later in Metapolis, the driver that had also seen it all happen but said nothing kept on driving up and down Main. He kept moving or stopping with transit. If he had to stop on his own, he would make sure to turn into a side street. He did his best to stay out of trouble and that the police would never get crossed with him. He wanted and expected to become a traffic cop too, one day.

While this driver was going through all this trouble in Lusopolis and later in Metapolis, the driver that had also seen it all happen but said nothing kept on driving up and down Main. He kept moving or stopping with transit. If he had to stop on his own, he would make sure to turn into a side street. He did his best to stay out of trouble and that the police would never get crossed with him. He wanted and expected to become a traffic cop too, one day.