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Saturday, 9 November 2019

A Question of Time!

    In the Control Room it’s a perfectly ordinary shift. The Supervisor maintains order through discipline, the Observers maintain the security and control of the citizens through surveillance. The yellow ‘L’ shaped intercom began to bleep, the Supervisor looked at it before crossing the floor to pick it up.
    “Supervisor…….yes Number 2…….…..Number 6………..well it will be rather late in the morning don’t you think?”
    “Listen the helicopter will be arriving later, and we need Number 6 prepared for a very special operation.”
    “I see.”
    “No you don’t. I want you to send four security officers and a medic to 6 Private as soon as you can, and have Number 6 taken to the hospital before there are too many people about, do you understand?”
    “Yes Number 2, it must be to do with a question of time I suppose.”
    “Question of time, what are you talking about?”
    “Well it’s more usual to remove a subject from his or her cottage in the middle of the night when they are sedated from having drunk their night cap.”
    “Your point being?”
    “Number 6 will be wide awake, he will resist.”
    “That’s why four security guards will be going, they should be enough to subdue him. Then the medic can administer a strong sedative.”
    “Yes sir, but if this had been done during the night………”
    “Are you questioning me?”
    “No Number 2.”
    “When the helicopter is due have a Mini-Moke waiting, and have the Colonel brought to the Green Dome.”
    “Yes Number 2.”
   It was still early in the morning when a white Mini-Moke driven by a hospital orderly with four security guards in grey overalls, white helmets, gloves, boots, and dark glasses each carrying a truncheon. In the cottage there was a right hullabaloo! Furniture and loose items were thrown all about the room as No.6 put up a fight against the four security guards who did eventually half subdue the still struggling No.6 as they manhandled him out of the cottage, to where a medic was waiting to administer an injection to sedate the patient. No.6 was then laid out in the Red Cross trailer and everyone else clamoured into the Mini-Moke which was driven to the hospital and taken to the operating theatre and the Seltzman machine. How the village administration acquired the Seltzman machine in the first place is unknown, but obviously they have had it for quite some time. After all there was already one agent in the amnesia room as having acquired certain information was brought back to the village in order to have that information extracted. I say extracted because before the agent was released back into the outside world, with a mind of their choosing, they erased all unpleasant of the village from his mind. So that when they brought the agent back to the village he had no idea where he was or why he had been brought there. Subsequently he refused to give them the required information, so they had to take it!


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