Roma’s voice rose to a crescendo, the words pouring out of him like a flood unleashed. “The future may be uncertain, ladies and gentlemen, but one thing is clear. We stand at a crossroads, a moment of decision that will echo through the ages. The choice we make today, in this courtroom, will ripple out across the fabric of our society, shaping the lives of generations yet unborn.”

He paused, the silence stretching taut as a wire. “I ask you,” he said finally, each word a solemn vow, “to stand with me. To stand with the Department of Justice, with the principles of human dignity and equal justice that form the bedrock of our society. To send a message, loud and clear, that we will not surrender our humanity in the face of technological progress, that we will not sacrifice our most cherished values on the altar of efficiency and expediency.”

Roma’s shoulders sagged, as if the weight of his words had physically drained him. “The road ahead is long,” he said softly, his voice raw with emotion, “and the challenges we face are great. But I have faith, ladies and gentlemen. Faith in the strength of our institutions, in the resilience of the human spirit, and in the power of individuals like you to shape the course of history.”

“I know some of you may look at me, at the Department of Justice, and see opposition.”

“Heartlessness.”

“Someone trying to hold humanity back from its potential.” He paused, letting that misconception hang in the air. “But we’re doing exactly the opposite. We’re betting everything on you. On the final states of genetics selected for over millennia - your resilience, your capacity to endure pain, your ability to make sacrifices across time horizons we’ve only begun to understand. We trust that given this new gift of extended time, you - not algorithms, not efficient calculations, but you - will decide where humanity is going.”

He turned to face the judge, his voice ringing with final conviction. “Your Honor,” he said, the words a solemn pledge, “the Department of Justice rests its case.”