It's been quiet enough in The Village of late. Even No.6 seems to have settled down to life here. Well it has been noted by psychologists that anyone can get used to anything, and accept any situation, given prolonged exposure to it. The Village is proof of that, and normal life goes on here much the same as anywhere else.
Mind you, it's been a while since I've had any time off. I look at the beach on the Control Room's wall screen, and I see those citizens sunbathing, playing beach ball, paddling in the water, or like the Admiral and his Flag Officer playing with plastic boats. And I find myself getting dissatisfied with my situation. When will I get time to enjoy myself? To cast off the mantle of Supervisor, to go running barefoot along the beach and plunge naked into the waves of the sea?
"Supervisor."
"Yes what is it now?"
"Number Six approaching restricted area!"
"Perhaps he's going to cast off his piped blazer, to run barefoot along the beach, and cast himself naked into the sea."
"I'm sorry Supervisor!"
"Oh nothing, let’s have Six up on the screen.........."
Supervisor-No.60
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