Yoshi Ishigaki was sitting in his office on New Tokyo, his computer currently logged onto the Neural-Net Site set up for the Kusari Election, his graying hair glistened in the evening light as he effortlessly manuvered through the site to get to the Polling Section where he may cast his vote for the future.
Brown eyes danced across the page as he scrolled down to the choices portion of the site and logged in his choice. He voted naturally for his own party, the People's Party of Kusari. While he doubted that they would win the election at the very least the voice of the working-class would be heard in the new government.
As he leaned back in his chair and thought deeply upon the possible future he let out a small sigh at how stressful these elections could be...He was quite thankful he hadn't developed ulcers...
The sun was now ducking behind the towering spires of New Tokyo's bustling cities, his work now completed he exited the site and put his computer back into sleep mode. The man tiredly got up and headed towards the office exit, making sure to grab his gray hat on the way out and pulling on his coat...It was a long way back home even with the public transit...
