The harsh fluorescent lights glared down as you were shoved unceremoniously into the stark interrogation room. The cold metal chair, made you cringe as you attempted to sit. The alien cops laughed at your lack of experience with these protocols, you could assume it was laughing by the guttural chuckle they create.

You swallow hard, covering your mouth with saliva, the robot in front of whirred as loads a form, translating the language “Enter Your Name, Species, Sex, Solar Cycle Age, and Crime.” it droned in a flat, synthetic and artificial voice."

"You will be remanded to the Quarz Super-Maximum Penitentiary upon processing," it added. As you hesitantly begin to type up your details.