No.113 “You seem to have enjoyed
your terms of office Number Two.”
“Ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha. »
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just my sense of
humour.”
“Which is strong an
unimpaired?”
“Now you’re talking about
Number Six.”
“Well let’s talk about you.
It didn’t go so well for you.”
“Didn’t it?”
“What?”
“The plan to make Number Six
bend, to get him to talk.”
“Give away the reason behind
his resignation.”
“I did try and tell them.”
“But you did your best.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I
died!”
“Did you?”
“Well apparently I did.”
“Not quite the same is it,
apparently dying.”
“It could have been the drink.”
“It didn’t affect Number 6,
did it? He did drink from the same bottle.”
“One week, one teeny weenie
week, and I almost had him.”
“He’s a good man.”
“I am a good man, I was a
good man…….!”
“But he was better!”
“Well of course it had to be.”
“His reward…..”
“The Throne!”
“And yours?”
“Apparently this Perspex orbit tube!”
“Apparently this Perspex orbit tube!”
No.113b “Smile!” {click goes the camera}
“And then what?”
“And then what?”
It was at this
point that Number 2 fell silent with a far away look in his eye. I turned and
walked away, leaving a “late” Number 2 to his thoughts.
Reporter Number 113
Photographer No.113b
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