-At age Thirty three_
*The alarm goes off and De slowly sits up in his bed. He is shirtless, and his muscled upper body is visible. He had tattoos adorning spaces on his arms and chest. He gets up and get's dressed in a bright red set of industrial scrubs. He walks sown the over packed dirt 'road' his apartment is on and several of his neighbors who are out already, almost eighty, shout to him. most are cat calls and jokes. he grins and waves them off. His voice is deep and rich.*
De: Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, I have a job.
neghbors: Hey, com on working man, got to get up early and get to the job!
De: *makes a rude gesture* 
neighbors: * pretends to look offended then laughs at him.*
He proceeds to the mag-lev station and waits in line. humanoid droids walk down the line and take random people to search. Two stop by him.*
Droid: *emotionless voice* Dedalus marnez, 37 arrests and 5 felonies. 
Droid 2: What is in the bag?
De: Oh, you know I just tought I'd bring some weapons to work this morning.
Droid: Take the bag.
De: Come on I was joking, being sarcastic. I'm going to work.
Droid: Take the bag.
De: I said, I'm going to work.
Droid2: Elevated signs of aggression in voice patterns.
Droid: swiftly takes a club and strikes him in the face.*
* he falls to the ground and then tries to get up Droid2 hit's his forarm with a club and there is a loud snap. De cries out, but the droids swiftly take the bag and dump it upside down to reveal several cans of deodorant and a lunch box.*
Droid: Proceed to your parole officer immediately.