"Judge?"
Brother Ni had never heard of this name, not even in the contents repeated by the Truth Department, where it should have been the bishop or something else.
"Who else would it be but that group of brain-dead folks."
Caidix waved his hand, as if recalling something unpleasant.
"That bunch of lunatics was initially very resistant to cybernetic implants; you could hardly tell anything was wrong with them from their appearance. Anyone on the street could be one of their members — a barber, a restaurant owner, a supermarket clerk... They ambushed modifiers, captured them, skinned them, burned them, hung them from lampposts..."
"But they were just a cult from around the 2010s. After Judgment Night, they were hunted down everywhere by the then-leader of the Vortex Gang, the Bone Crusher. Since then, you rarely saw them; after all, in a hellhole like this, implants are the future."
As he spoke, he jeered at his surrounding brothers.
"Isn't that right, brothers!"
