Being a
Supervisor in the Control Room is a huge responsibility. On the odd occasion we
get it wrong, but mostly us Supervisors and the Control Room staff are on the
ball. True one such Supervisor did get Number 6's birthday wrong, but there was
no such conspiracy as suspected by Number 2.
Most of the work carried out in the Control Room is routine
surveillance, even the two sat upon the metal see-saw device, helps keep their
attention focused, so I'm informed. There is the occasional 'yellow
alert' or if things get a bit extreme, like when Number 6 is trying another
escape attempt, then we go to 'orange alert.’ But there is no given situation
that we cannot deal with, our efficiency is second to none. Once a pigeon was
tracked by radar, and then we brought it down by use of the beam, and no harm
came to that pigeon. Not one of its feathers was singed!
Occasionally experiments are conducted from within the
Control Room, like the time the doctor was trying to gain information from
Number 6 through using Number 42 as a communications medium. Such experiments
should be conducted in the hospital. A more relevant experiment was to do with
the alarm system, Number 8 was helping another doctor that time, with what they
called a reaction transmitter.
However the occasional anomaly is thrown up, such as
that time Number 2 suspected Number 6 of planting a bomb at the door of the
Green Dome, a bomb housed in a blessed Cuckoo Clock for heavens sake! Well of
course there wasn't any such bomb, as Bomb Disposal soon found out when the
Cuckoo clock was dismantled, and for many here in The Village there was only
one Cuckoo..... yes well mustn’t speak ill of the mentally sick and paranoid!
'Visual Records' is where all the surveillance tapes are
stored. There technicians and archivists who review the surveillance tapes, in
case the observers have missed something. And then one day the report came
through that we did, or I suppose it could have been an error...... I suppose
it could!
"What do you make of it? Number 2 asked sternly.
I recall looking at the two images on the wall screen, I
studied them carefully.
"Surveillance stills from, I would have to check, but isn't
that Number 8 walking behind Number 6, and there just behind his right
shoulder" I found myself replying, and yet seeing nothing strange.
"So?" said Number 2 from the comfort of his chair.
"The surveillance photographs are from Checkmate"
I replied with confidence.
"Ordinarily you would be correct. But in this
particular instance you are wrong!" said Number 2 rising out of his chair.
I was stunned I can tell you!
"So" said Number 2 drawing up close "where do
you think the surveillance footage for these actual stills came from?"
I thought for a moment, but had no idea, so I told him
"I've no idea Number Two."
"Then you will be as surprised as I was to discover that the
actual surveillance footage, came from The Chimes of Big Ben!" Number 2
said with assured certainty.
"The Chimes of Big Ben" I responded in startled
confusion "but that's impossible, there must have been a mix up with the
tapes!"
"I am assured not" retorted Number 2 "bring
Number Six in for questioning, and that blessed Number 8 I want to know what
the game is!" barked Number 2.
"Game Number Two?" I questioned.
"Yes, they've concocted something up between them,
probably something to do with those blessed Jammers!" stormed Number 2
back in the comfort and security of his chair.
"Perhaps time travel is in it as well!" I quipped
in return.
"Oh don't be stupid! Get out and have numbers 6 and 8 brought
in for questioning."
"Yes Number Two, at once."
Well we never did find out what the anomaly was, perhaps it
was a simple mix up of the tapes by the technicians in visual records, though
they never owned up to it if it was. Who knows, perhaps time travel is in it as well, as Number 6 himself once
suggested!
{You
could always review the surveillance footage yourself. The section in question
takes place in 'The Chimes of Big Ben,' soon after Number 6 has placed the loudspeaker
in the refrigerator}
Be seeing you
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