She paced three steps and stopped, eyes lifting, letting the question hang in her wake. Their heads followed one way, then the other. “Because they excel at this work.

Because mapping seven hundred human vitals into a matrix requires abilities beyond what most of us possess. Including myself,” she admitted with a small self-deprecating smile that drew answering nods from the jury.

“These aren’t just technical skills - they represent a fundamental understanding of human consciousness itself. The kind of insight that led to tensor boards becoming mandatory in every NICU across the country, with every movement audited on the public ledger.” Her voice carried a hint of pride tinged with reverence. “Think about that - the most vulnerable moments of new human life, monitored by those we now seek to exclude.”

Juniper fell into her familiar patrol, thoughts driving her across the courtroom floor. “We welcome them everywhere in our city,” she said, her voice resonating with conviction. “In law enforcement, in construction, in logistics. They are the lifeblood that keeps our city thriving.”

She completed her turn, eyes sweeping the jury box. “Every time you step onto a bullet, trusting it to carry you safely to your destination, you’re putting your life in their hands. The conductors who navigate our city’s arteries, ensuring each passenger arrives unharmed - they are the unsung heroes who keep our world moving forward.”

A ripple of recognition passed through the box as Juniper’s words hit home. The bullet conductors were a fixture of daily life, their importance often overlooked in the bustle of the city.