Of course it was. Alexander wished that he could say that he was surprised by the power of corporate greed and how money was able to buy into politics, but he was now. There were the strong shift in the levels of government that he served in, where one's principles were set aside when they were finally paid the price for loyalty and mandated to act on the company's behalf rather than on the common people who had technically put the politician in power in the first place. He sighed heavily, shaking his head in a clear understanding of the predicament.

What a sad and maddening state of affairs. What was worse was that men and women seeking change - real change - were cast down as villains when their purpose was to take a bite out of such injustice. Control. Power. The correction of injustice.

"So nature altered for a gene correction to the sordid affairs that humanity had managed to find itself in, and of course, humanity takes advantage to benefit those who consider themselves the cream of the crop," he remarked, shaking his head as he finally dropped one hand to the table and tapped his fingers against the top. Thinking. Considering. Formulating a plan.

His eyes returned to Andyr for a moment before he asked simply, "if the cities are so packed and the gap between rich and poor so large, why isn't there an uprising? Dystopian situations only last so long before someone, somewhere takes steps to correct the imbalance."