Mister Number Six that’s me now, doesn’t sound so bad does it? I am not a number, I am a free man. Well I am a number and I’m not a free man, but I am still a person, I will not allow myself to be reduced by numbers. But at least I have an identity, something I didn’t have before I arrived here in The Village. Before that I was a non entity, a man with no name, which suited my time in Harmony quite well.
Once they tried to take my number, my very identity away from me. But I know who I am, I’m Number Six, I told them, and no I didn’t need a badge to remind me that I am their Number Six. Not that that’s what numbered badges are for. They are to tell other people who you are, it’s like a calling card you wear on the lapel of your blazer. Mind you one time I wasn’t Number 6 at all, I was Number 12, I suppose that made me two times 6 seeing as I was supposed to go about The Village impersonating myself! There’s a saying used in The Village, six of one and half a dozen of the other. If my number wasn’t Six that phrase would have less meaning here, six of one, that’s me, half a dozen of the other that’s the other Six. Well it was until Rover got him, put the fear of God into Number 2 that time I did. He thought it was Number 6 who was dead! Just as well it wasn’t, otherwise it would have been Curtis who attempted to escape The Village by impersonating me. As it was, it was me trying to escape the Village by impersonating Curtis as though he had been impersonating me………….I think.