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Monday 31 October 2022
The Tally Ho
The Tally Ho
The
Village Is Taught A Lesson!
by our own reporter
The Professor and his wife came to the village, apparently of their own free will, it can be assumed that they would soon have realized their mistake, but only when it was far too late. The Professor the face of Speed Learn produced a number of lectures, which were, as this reporter understands it, projected through a sublimator device and student’s television sets at a speed thousands of times faster than eye can record and imposed directly onto the cortex of the brain and was, with occasional boosts virtually indelible. A university degree could be learned in three minutes, but what value that here in the village? No value whatsoever, especially when students spout the same answer when asked a question word for word! No wonder the Professor saw Speed Learn to be an abomination, that it was slavery! As it turned out, No.12 of administration was a dissident. Its is unknown how he and the Professor hooked up together, but after the Professor had managed to record that message of his about the fact that if citizens wanted to be free there is only one way, learn this and learn it well the General must be destroyed. How the Professor managed to record his message to the citizens when under the closest medical supervision of the doctor and nurse is unclear. However the fact of the matter is, he did, and having managed to escape the confines of the Manor House he made his way to the beach where I expect his intention was to meet up with No.12 in order to give him the tape recorder. And yet there was no time, because having realized that the Professor had escaped the house No.2 set the students on his trail, and were soon close on his heels down on the beach. The Professor did the only thing he could do, he buried the tape recorder in the sand dunes which No.6 came across accidentally, No.12 observed this,and saw No. 6 rebury the recorder, because that evening No.12 returned to the beach in order to retrieve the tape recorder. There is something quite unique about the Professor and his wife its not that they didn’t wear numbered badges, they didn’t need to, seeing as they were effectively permanently under house arrest and never allowed to go out into the village. It’s the fact that they came to the village of their own volition which earned them certain privileges, the fact that they were permitted to wear their own clothes and given the Manor House to live in. So why did the Professor and his wife come to the village of their own volition? What was it they expected from the village that they couldn’t achieve in the outside World? While the Professor busied himself either writing his lectures in the General’s office, or resting and undergoing therapy, his wife Madam Professor busied herself in giving art seminars in the garden of the Manor House. She was an artist and had created a number of busts, one of which was that of a former No.2 as well as the present No.2. Curiously there was even a bust of No.6 which I imagine she modelled from photographs of the subject. And so it was that she sculpted a wax model of her husband’s head which gave the impression that the Professor was asleep in bed. But it didn’t fool No.6, who brought down a walking stick smashing the wax head. Madam Professor let out a scream, possibly at the thought of her masterpiece being smashed to pieces! But why? Why create that wax model of the Professor’s head in the first place? Simply to fool No.6, what was there to gain in that? To fool the doctor, but he knew about the wax head, he told No.6 that the Professor had been sedated, that he was not to be disturbed knowing the Professor wasn’t lying in that bed, but was perhaps in the hospital undergoing some form of therapy treatment. And yet even so might we not be on the track of it with the doctor? The Professor had to escape the house in order to keep the arranged meeting with No.12 on the beach. What better way to fool the doctor by having Madam Professor make a wax bust of her husband’s head to give the impression he was asleep in bed, when actually the Professor was on his way to the beach. But then the plan was foiled, probably by the doctor himself, who in turn alerted No.2 to the fact the Professor had managed to escape from the house. No.2 then instigated a search for the Professor using his students to hunt him down with the helicopter providing aerial surveillance instead issuing an Orange Alert and activating the Guardian. After all No.2 didn’t want the Guardian catching up with the Professor and suffocating him to death! And yet the Professor did die in the end, in the attempt to save the General from being destroyed. Perhaps he did love the General more than he hated it! As for Madam Professor she was moved out of the Manor House into smaller accommodation, living a quiet life, so no more art seminars. As for the Students, with the General destroyed the experiment came to an end. And without the occasional boosts the students eventually forgot all they had learned through Speed Learn! And yet Speed Learn was never intended for the benefit of the citizens in the village who were merely used as guinea pigs in an educational experiment which if a success would mean Speed Learn would have been implemented to a much wider range of students the World over!
Thursday 27 October 2022
The Prisoner - A New No.2 - Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Co-Opted Onto
The Town Council!
In London two men attached a “For
Sale” sign onto the wrought iron railings of No.1 Buckingham Place, while the
Lotus 7 was driven away by a man wearing overalls. Whilst in the Village
citizens enjoyed a spell of fine weather, attending the regular brass band
concert, or promenading around in Piazza or on the beach either sunbathing or
playing beach ball. In the Town Hall it was business as usual as a town council
meeting was taking place in the orange walled council chamber. The recently
appointed new No.2 and Chairman of
the Town Council looked at the grey high backed chair of the Worshipful Master,
then sat down in the smaller grey chair behind the small ‘V’ shaped desk.
Picking up a gavel he banged it down on a block of wood effectively bringing
the meeting to order. Twelve members of the Town Council stood at their
individual lecterns, the once vacant place now filled by the former No.2, the
now 2h dressed in brown and white jersey and black top hat stood staring ahead
with a blank expression on his face.
The Chairman banged his gavel “I
bring this meeting to order. The first business is to welcome someone recently co-opted
onto the Town Council Number 2h. Perhaps you would care to address your fellow
councillors......come man speak up.”
Number 2h stood motionless at his
lectern, his eyes stared straight ahead, there was a blank expression on his
face. He could neither laugh, cry, or think for what remnant of a brain he
might once have retained was now gone. To whom he owed allegiances, if he ever
owed allegiances to anyone no longer mattered as there were no feelings.
“Nothing to say for yourself, nothing at
all, good, we’ll move on to the next piece of business on the agenda the
question of the proposed electrification of the Village taxis!”
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A New No.2 - Chapter 16
Chapter 16
ESCAPE!
No.2
had risen early and had gone out into the Village. His mood was as dull and
overcast as the weather. He went walking; walking along the cliffs, there was a
fresh breeze and it began to rain. Standing at the very edge of the cliffs and
facing into the wind the rain pelting his face in the hope it would wash away
the man he had become
It was mid morning when No.21 of
administration stood on the quayside looking at the stone boat. He was soon
joined by one of the Village’s senior citizens No.66.
“A fine old vessel, sailed her many a
time.”
No.21 looked at the man wearing a naval cap
and red and black striped jersey standing next to him “Really!”
“She’s good in any weather” the ex-Admiral
said “but she could do with a lick of paint.”
“You don’t say” No.21 replied turning his
attention back to the stone boat.
Of course it was impossible to physically
sail the stone boat anywhere, being part of the quay as she was, despite the
black sail, and yet psychologically you could sail anywhere in her. And now the
more No.21 looked the more he could see what was wrong with the stone boat, she
was certainly beginning to show her age, and looked tired and weather beaten!
Then he saw two workmen in dove grey overalls and peaked caps, they were
sitting on the starboard side of the stone boat having their sandwiches.
“Oi, you two come here a minute.”
No.251 glanced over his shoulder “What’s he
want?”
“That’s Number twenty-one of
administration, he’s always wanting something, and if it’s a minute he wants,
it means a hard job of work for us!” No.251b replied.
“What do we do?”
“Better go and see what he wants I
suppose.”
“Right you two, what’s the game?” No.21
asked.
“Game, me and my mate here we’re having our
lunch” 251 said.
“And our coffee’s getting cold” 251b added.
“Have you seen the state of the stone
boat?”
The two workmen turned round and gave the
boat the once over.
“Admittedly she could do with a coat of
paint” 251 said.
“And the bunting’s looking a bit on the
shabby side” 251b added.
“The works committee has charged me
with overseeing the refurbishment and complete refit of the stone boat” 21
said.
251 and 251b looked at each other.
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“And I want you two to be getting on with
it” 21 said “how long do you think it will take?”
“We can’t do that.”
“We can’t do that...sir” 251b agreed.
“Why, what’s stopping you, you know who I
am?” 21 asked.
“Yes we know who you are, Number
Twenty-one of administration” 251 said and asked for a work sheet.
“Work sheet, I haven’t got a worksheet!” 21
admitted.
No.251 shook his head “You have to
get a work order first.”
“It’s the Works committee who set me
on this job” 21 said.
“That’s as maybe” 251 said and went on
to explain “”but you need to get a work order from the Works department which
is passed on to our foreman, who in turn gives the order to us, and tells us to
get on with the job.”
“And by the time that’s all done it will be
next week!” 21 said.
“That’s right” 251 agreed.
“Well it’s not right, all this red tape!
The dinghy” No.21 said pointing at the small white boat hanging from the
starboard davits.
“What about it?” 251 asked.
“She looks a wreck” 21 said.
“Admittedly she’s a bit weather beaten, and
could do with a couple of new straights put in her, but it’s not so bad” 251b
explained.
“Good” No.21 said turning on his heels and
striding away.
“Someone should have a word about that one”
251b said.
“Yeah someone should, but not right now, it's still lunchtime!”
The next day a survey was carried out on
the stone boat and the department of Works passed down a refit order to the
foreman, who studied the work sheet. A number of workmen were assigned to the
refit, materials gathered and the work got underway. The bow sprit was sound,
as was the main mast and jib. The bunting and black sail were removed and had
to be replaced, the rigging was also removed. Parts of the wooden forecastle
were found to be rotten, carpenters cut those sections out and replaced them,
and the whole structure repainted. The dingy was removed from the davits and
taken away to the workshop to have two new straights put into her. The main
cabin, being made of reconstituted stone, only required a couple of coats of
paint. Although some of the uprights of the wooden window frame which ran
around the top of the main cabin were rotten, cut out and replaced. The stern
cabin had to be completely replaced as did the ship’s wheel; the metal frame
work was rusted but basically sound. The hull, being like the main cabin made
from reconstituted stone, once white had taken on a grey and discoloured hue.
Two men were lowered down over the starboard side on boson’s chairs, their task
to clean the hull in readiness for two coats of weather proof paint.
No.21 visited the worksite on a daily
basis to see how the work was coming
along.
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“Instead of standing there all
haughty like” said the foreman “you could put on a pair of overalls and give us
a hand!”
“Do I look like a labourer?” 21
asked.
“Labourer?” said one of the ship’s
carpenters “we’re all crafts men in our own fields I’ll have you know.”
“No offence was intended” 21 said.
“Well offence was most definitely
taken” No.179 said waving a paintbrush at 21 “and more than that we’re
artisans!”
No.21, who had been firmly put in his
place, turned on his heels and marched away along the quayside.
The No.66 the ex-Admiral and his
first officer would visit the worksite each day to observe the refit of the
stone boat, standing at a discreet distance as they watched the work being
carried out.
“Soon have her ship shape” the
ex-Admiral said “then they have to re-launch her, and we can do boat trips up
and down the estuary again.”
“Silly old fool” one painter was
heard to say.
The portside of the stone boat was
nothing more than a low wall the vessel being built into the side of the quay
was painted white, and the vessel’s trim repainted black with a red line. The
dinghy, complete with a set of oars, was once more hanging from the davits. The
rigging replaced, a new black sail, along with fresh bunting fluttered in the
breeze, and the final touch was the fitting of a new ship’s wheel.
It wasn’t only No.21 and the ex-Admiral
who took a keen interest in the stone boat’s refit. No.2 sat in his office
watching the wall screen, at the work being carried out on the folly. He sat
watching as the dinghy was strung from the davits, and an idea occurred to him.
But then the pair of steel doors slid open breaking his concentration of
thought.
“They’ve made a good job of it,
wouldn’t you say sir” No.21 said as he approached the desk.
No.2 turned his attention from the
wall screen to his assistant “Ah Twenty-one, I haven’t seen very much of you
these past few days.”
“Well you have things well in hand
sir, and the Works committee instructed me to oversee a survey of the stone
boat, as well as the refit.”
“Of course you know what a stone boat
is Twenty-one.”
“Yes, the ex-Admiral explained the
whole thing to me. He’s looking forward to the boat’s re-launching!”
“And why not?” No.2 suggested.
“You mean make an occasion of it?
Good idea sir.”
The day came when the stone boat would be
re-launched, and a celebration ceremony was organized much to the pleasure of
the ex-Admiral and his first officer No.1. The crowd gathered on the quay, and
above along the balustrade and on the lawn of the Old People’s Home. The band
played, people waved flags, and there was a genuine
air of
joy and happiness. No.2 was in attendance and gave a short speech before
smashing a bottle of wine over the bow of the vessel. Later he mingled amongst
the gathered crowd of on-lookers’ he was looking for No.8, and then he saw her
standing at the far end of the quay. It had taken time for her to come to terms
with what had happened to her, and she had seen nothing of No.2, not until now.
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He approached her “how are you?”
“As well as can be expected” she told
him.
“Settling down alright?”
“Not really” she told him “this isn’t
the type of place in which I want to spend the rest of my life.”
“You won’t have to” he told her.
“What do you mean by that? Do you
know what they put me through?”
“I can imagine.”
“No,
you know what they did to me…I gave
myself up for you, everything I
knew!”
“It’s a lot to ask I know, but trust
me now and I can get the both of us out of here.”
“You expect me to trust you…even
now?”
As they talked the figure of No.21 stood high
up on the lawn of the Old People’s Home, standing at the balustrade looking
down at the couple until they parted, each going their separate ways.
During the next couple of days, No.2 being
a resilient man returned to his administrative details attending meetings,
dealing with miscreants, authorising the construction of a new cottage. And
then there was No.8……
The pair of steel doors opened and
the figure of No.8 entered the chamber.
“Ah there you are Number Eight” No.2
said rising out of his chair.
“You wanted to see me” she said with
just a tone of defiance.
“We haven’t seen very much of each
other recently” he told her “old friends shouldn’t lose contact.”
“I haven’t seen very much of you, as
for old friends that’s in the past.”
“Oh no not at all. Can I offer you
some tea?”
“Just get on with it, what do you
want?”
“To talk, to ask how you are getting
on.”
“How do you think I’m getting on?”
unable to hide the bitterness in her voice.
“I can help you” he told her.
“You, help me?”
“It’s been quite warm recently” he
said.
“Yes, yes I suppose it has” she
replied.
“Quite hot enough for June wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, but you should have been….” she
looked him and suddenly recognizing
the man she once knew.
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He stepped out from behind his desk
and approached her “I’m glad you understand the situation Number Eight, we all
have to work together in order to achieve our aims.”
For a moment, and it was a moment he
slipped his hand in hers, she felt the small piece of paper and clenched it
when he withdrew his hand.
“It’s good to see you’re beginning to
see your way here in the Village” No.2 began “I’m sorry we got off to a bad
start, but I trust we can improve that situation over time. You can go Number
Eight, but we will talk again” he told her.
“When?”
No.2 failed to answer the question,
he watched as No.8 left his office.
Outside she unfolded the piece of
paper it read 12.30 at the brass band concert.
With the loud music and speaking quietly
they were able to speak without being overheard.
“Are you sure we should meet in the
open like this?”
“It would have been worse had we attempted
to meet in secret, that would have attracted the attention of the Observers” he
told her.
In the control room No.21 and the
supervisor stood watching the large wall screen.
“Can you get the audio?” 21 asked.
“It would do no good, the music is
hiding their voices” the supervisor explained.
“I want a lip reader to go through
this surveillance footage; I must know what they’re talking about!” 21 ordered.
“You think Number Two is up to
something with Number Eight?”
“Number Two has suddenly become
suspect?” the supervisor asked “they are old friends.”
“I know that, and that’s what makes
Number Two’s actions questionable” 21 said.
“And you are going to catch him out?”
“It’s for his own good.”
“And put a feather in your own cap in
the process” the supervisor suggested.
No.2 and No.8 stood up, they said their
goodbyes and walked their separate ways.
“What are they doing?” 21 asked.
“They are going their separate ways”
the supervisor said “it looks like Number Two is on his way back to the town
hall, and she is going to the café.”
But neither did, instead they managed
to meet up in a passage way between two cottages.
“We haven’t got long” he told her.
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“You have a plan?” she asked.
“Yes, but it must be tonight, my
assistant suspects me” he told her.
“What of?”
“Conspiring with you!”
“I thought you had betrayed me.”
“If I have betrayed anyone it is
myself.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I want you to do some shopping this
afternoon, and buy a basket to put the food in.”
“Then what?”
“Return to your cottage and wait
there. Here you are.”
“What’s this?”
“Tinfoil. Tonight as the maid leaves
your cottage you must manage to slip this into the lock as the door closes, it
will create a circuit break and prevent the electronic lock securing the door”
he explained “you understand?”
She nodded.
“Wait until ten minutes after curfew,
and don’t drink the nightcap, then slip out into the night, I shall do the same
and we’ll meet up in the pink pavilion!”
“And we escape how?”
“By boat” he said “I know where we
are Lena, we’ll be heading north, hugging the coast under the cover of
darkness. Then we’ll row ashore and head in land until we find a road.”
She looked at him “You make it all
sound so easy.”
“I assure you it will not be easy. We
need to get to the stone boat first.”
She looked at him gone out “The stone
boat, why, is the Admiral simply going to sail us away?”
“Of course not, the stone boat has a
dinghy, we use that” he told her.
Her heart lightened, and she smiled.
“We must be careful of the Observers,
and then there’s the searchlight in the tower. So are you game, because I
cannot do this without you. Now go and do your shopping, and act nonchalant.”
“I don’t feel nonchalant” she told him.
He kissed her on the forehead and
told her all would be well in the end, and then they went their separate ways.
In the Green Dome No.21 was awaiting the
dialogue spoken between No.’s 2 and 8 while at the brass band concert. The pair
of steel doors opened and a woman in a white coat rushed in holding a sheet of
paper.
“Good, now let’s see” 21 said taking
the sheet of paper.
“Is this all you could get?”
“Yes sir.”
“They must have said more than this?”
“No sir they didn’t.”
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“How are you keeping? I trust there have
been no ill effects? You’re the last person I thought to meet here. This isn’t
what I wanted to read, where’s the conspiracy in this?”
The woman in the white coat just
stood there.
“Alright, you can go” he told her
picking up the yellow ‘L’ shaped telephone “put me through to the control
room.”
“Supervisor here.”
“I need to know, after Number Eight and Number
Two split up where did they go?”
“You saw, Number Eight went in the
direction of the café, and Number Two towards the Town Hall.”
“Yes, but did they actually go
there?”
“Eventually.”
“Eventually, what do you mean
eventually?”
“There was a minor time discrepancy”
the supervisor reported.
“How long a time discrepancy?”
“Oh two or three minutes, no longer.”
“And Number Eight did go to the
café?”
“Yes sir.”
“And Number Two is in the Town Hall?”
“Yes sir, put up camera thirty-six
vision only.”
On the wall screen was pictured a
meeting in the committee chamber, and there was No.2 chairing that meeting.
“Yes, he’s in a committee meeting at
this very moment” the supervisor observed.
No.21 put the phone down.
That night the maids came to turn down the beds, and make nightcaps for the citizens, as they did every night. Except tonight No. 8 would not drink her nightcap, sleep was the last thing on her mind. The maid bid No.8 a goodnight and crossed the lounge to the cottage door, as the door closed behind her No.8 with tinfoil in hand managed to slip it between the mortise and tenon of the lock creating a false connection of the electric lock. Once in the bedroom she laid down upon the bed, the lights dimmed, and she waited.
In his room in the Town Hall No.2
also waited. His plan was to get out by the bathroom window, which would take
him out to the back of the building. From there he would make his way along to
a set of steps at the back of a cottage, which lead down to the road, and then
it was but a short distance to the wrought iron gates and the pink pavilion
beyond. He checked his watch, it was a little after curfew. Leaving his room,
still fully dressed, he walked along the corridor to the bathroom, he slid the
brass bolt securing the door, then forced the little window open, climbed out
into the night.
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No.8 climbed off the bed and in the
dim light collected the basket of food from the kitchen, then crossing the
lounge pulled open the door, the tinfoil falling to the floor she slipped out
into the night closing the
door
behind her. Under the cloak of darkness she kept low so to dodge the
surveillance cameras, she made her way along the path, at the
end
building she descended a few steps by a statue, then along to the pink pavilion
where she found No.2 waiting.
“How long have you been here?” she
whispered.
“A minute or so” he told her, which
was perfectly true.
It was a dark, moonless night, the
conditions perfect, as they left the cover of the pink pavilion, and made their
way down steps which led to the stop of the waterfall. The biggest obstacle now
was the searchlight based in the top of the tower.
“If I’m right the searchlight crew will be
watching the estuary” he said.
“And if not?”
“If not we’ll be like two bunnies
caught in the headlights of a car!”
Keeping to the sea wall was one
thing, but between them and the sea wall was clear open ground, and there was
always the constant danger of the Observers. No.2 relieved No.8 of her basket
to allow her to make a dash for the swimming pool and the sea wall. She saw the
light sweep out across the estuary, then back lighting up the quayside, and
then the danger struck her. Having made it to the swimming pool No.8 crouched
down with her back to the sea wall. No.2 was not far behind her, and together
they made their way along to the quay and finally to the stone boat and into
the main cabin they both went as the searchlight swept back and fourth across
the estuary. Emerging from the main cabin they went round to the starboard
side, No.2 placed the basket of provisions into the dinghy, then working
together they released the ropes and began to lower the dinghy from the davits into
the water. Suddenly the stone boat was lit up by the searchlight and three
figures stood on the quayside.
“Why am I not surprised Number Two, or do I
mean Six?” 21 said.
“Oh yes, I was forgetting for the
moment. Secure that dinghy.”
Two guardians boarded the stone boat,
No.2 showed a margin of resistance towards the guardians, but were allowed to
secure the dinghy.
“If
you go with these gentlemen my dear” No.21 said in a courteous fashion.
“Where are they taking me?” she
demanded.
“No need to worry my dear, they’ll
take you home that’s all” No.21 said reassuringly.
Two security guards in grey overalls, white
helmets, gloves and boots brandishing white truncheons took No.2 into security.
“It’s such a pity. Yes I had my doubts about
you at the beginning, and yet you grew on me. We had high hopes for you.”
The game was well and truly up.
“What will you do to Lena?”
“You mean Number Eight, but I
shouldn’t waste energy worrying
about
her, you have enough to worry about yourself. In your time you have given the
administration here a great deal of trouble. Now you are going to put us to even
more trouble in having to find someone else.”
“Someone else?”
“You being no longer fit for office.
Oh but I can sympathize with you, there comes a point when we all want nothing
more than to escape. ”
“What is to be my fate?” No.2 dared to ask.
“I think we can find a way in which
you can still be of service to this community, and retain your number at the
same time 2h.”
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Monday 24 October 2022
The Prisoner - A New No.2 - chapter 15
Chapter 15
You never Know
Who You Might Meet!
The turquoise coloured Alouette helicopter approached the Village over the hills on the furthermost side of the Village and flying across the estuary the pilot made the final approach to land on the grass by the sea wall. An ambulance was parked up and two men in white coats stood waiting as the helicopter settled on the lawn, the engine stopped and its rotor blades began to slow. Carrying a stretcher between them the two medical orderlies approached the helicopter, the pilot opened the cabin door and an unconscious woman was carried out, placed onto the stretcher, and carried over to the ambulance and placed in the Red Cross trailer. One would have thought the ambulance would have taken the patient to the hospital, not a bit of it. The ambulance was driven through the Village and came to a stop in the cobbled square. The woman was then carried on the stretcher up steps, along a path, then through an arch to the door of ‘8 Private.’ Once in the cottage she was carefully put on a bed and left to wake up.
In the Green Dome the black global chair
rose up through the hole in the floor behind the grey curved desk…it was empty!
No.21 was about to pick up a telephone when the pair of steel doors opened and
No.2 entered the purple walled office. No.21 was frozen for a moment, his hand
poised over the telephone as No.2 walked behind his desk.
“You were going to phone someone?”
No.2 asked.
21 removed his hand “No sir, its just
that…..”
“You are a dammed liar Twenty-one,
you were going to report my absence from duty. But as you can see I am here
now.”
“…It’s just that the chair rose up
and you were not seated in it.”
“Oh I see, well I walked to work this
morning. The air is crisp and clear at this time of the morning, especially
after the night’s rain” No.2 declared.
The steel doors opened and the butler
entered bringing No.2 his breakfast.
“Anything new this morning?” No.2
asked watching the butler pour out a cup of tea.
“The helicopter has brought a new
arrival, Number Eight, she has been placed in her cottage and left to wake up.
The butler dropped two cubes of sugar
into the cup and handed cup and saucer to his master, bowed then took his leave
from the office.
No.2, taking the cup and saucer
leaned forward and pressed a button on the control panel of his desk. This
activated the wall screen
to
show a woman asleep on a bed.
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The auburn haired woman dressed in a dark
green cardigan and matching skirt began to stir. Swinging her legs round she
sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked about the room, a smile crossed her
lips.
“Thank Goodness, it’s good to be
home” she said, not for one moment wondering how she had come to be there.
No.21 held out a black file, No.2 put
down his cup and saucer and taking the file, opened it and began to read “Lena
Berg, forty years of age, five feet 8 inches tall, she worked for Swedish
Intelligence for five years, mostly in records” he closed the file and placed
it on his desk.
Pictured on the wall screen No.8
stood up and crossed into the kitchen running her fingers through her hair, she
had a slight headache which was suddenly magnified when she looked out of the
window. It came as a shock as it would to anyone, to think she was in the
protection of her own home, only to discover she was no longer in that home on
Sturegatan. The view from the window was completely alien to her; wherever she
was she was no longer in
“An attractive woman wouldn’t you say
Twenty-one?”
“Not falling for her already Number
Two?”
No.2 picked up the yellow ‘L’ shaped
telephone “I’m sure she is a very charming woman Twenty-one, but let us keep
our minds on the job shall we. Number Eight please…”
No.8 was busy trying to regain her
mind, to gather her thoughts when the black telephone began to ring, it
startled her for a moment but she picked up the receiver.
“Hello.”
“I trust you have slept well” No.2
began.
“Wh..who is this, where am I?” she
asked
“Come and join me for breakfast, Number 2 the
Green Dome” he said then hung up. Suddenly there was something familiar in his
mind, something…
On the wall screen No.8 was pictured
pressing the cradle of the telephone trying to re-connect with her caller.
“Hello, hello.”
“The caller has ended the call” the
operator told her.
“Can I make a call?”
“Yes, what is your number?” the
operator asked.
Lena looked at the centre of the
dial of the phone “Eight” she told the
operator.
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“And you want to make a call to…?”
the operator asked.
“To the Swedish consulate.”
“I’m sorry, local numbers only” the
operator said and hung up.
Replacing the receiver on the
telephone Lena crossed the room to the door of her cottage, and opening it took
her first tentative steps into the Village.
No.2 and his assistant watched No.8 emerge
from her cottage, make her way through an arch and along a path, down some
steps. A man was passing by wheeling a Penny Farthing bicycle.
“Excuse me” she said “but can you
tell me where the Green Dome is?”
“Across the square, across the
street, up the steps, you can’t miss it” the man said.
“Thank you.”
“You’re new here” the man observed.”
“Ye…yes” she replied nervously.
“There’s no need to be nervous,
unless you’ve done something wrong, then there’s everything to worry about. On
your way to see Number Two are you?”
Lena looked at the man “Yes. Why do
you push that thing?” she asked.
“Because I cannot ride it!” the man
laughed and pushed the Penny Farthing on his way.
Crossing the cobbled square a white
Mini-Moke appeared through an arch, Lena held out a hand hailing the taxi.
“Can you take me to the nearest
town?”
“Look lady this is a local taxi, and
I do local destinations.”
“Take me as far as you can, I’ve got
to get out of here” she told the driver.
No.21 stood watching the wall screen
as the woman climbed into the taxi “It looks like she has declined your offer
of breakfast!”
“Well there’s plenty of time, she’ll
end up back here in the end.” No.2 replied.
“Your breakfast is getting cold.”
“Let it!” No.2 snapped.
“Do you want me here when you interrogate
her?”
“Interview her Twenty-one, when I interview
her.”
“Not letting your head be turned by a
pretty face, are we sir?”
“Certainly not” No.2 said turning his
attention to the ham and eggs on the plate.
Pictured on the wall screen the taxi
drove through the Village, passed the café, down the hill passed the Town Hall
towards the Old People’s Home, reversing round, then back up the hill into the
Village taking a short slip road to the right, round by the pink pavilion and
Hercules statue. They headed along a narrow cobbled lane, taking a right-hand
turn through an arch and emerging into the same cobbled
square
she had walked across a few minutes previously. The taxi came to a stop, Lena
stepped out.
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“But this is where we started!”
“And this is where we stop. That will
be two units” the driver told her.
“Units, what are units?”
“Credit units lady, oh well pay me
next time” the driver said.
The taxi sped off down the road leaving Lena standing in the square
looking up at the imposing Green Dome then crossed the road towards the steps.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
No.21 asked.
On the screen Lena was slowly
climbing the steps, perhaps wondering what fate awaited her.
No.2 finished his bacon and eggs “Now
you can go, but don’t stray too far.”
Lena reached the front door of the
Green Dome; it startled her when it opened automatically. She was confronted by
the butler who bid her enter with the gesture of a hand. In the foyer was a man
sat in an armchair reading a magazine The Village Journal. The butler led the
woman through a pair of open French doors, up a slope to a pair of large steel
doors which slid open, the butler leading the way she passed through the open
doors into a large purple walled chamber. The butler withdrew and she turned
her head as the steel doors closed behind her.
“Come ahead” a voice said.
Lena walked down the ramp, her
demeanour showed she was nervous, to be quite blunt she was afraid, and filled
with dread to think of what was about to happen to her. There was a large wall
screen, she stopped, she looked at the screen, and there she was mingling with
other people at a party.
“That’s where we first met” the man
behind the desk said “in
And there on the screen was Engadine,
talking, chatting, a word here, a word there, laughing and enjoying seeing
people enjoying themselves.
Lena stepped forward and approached
the desk; she looked at the man sat in the black global chair.
“YOU!”
The morning drew on and the interview
turned into a working lunch, lunch having been served by the butler who
emerging from chamber handed No.21 a ham and cheese sandwich on a plate, and a
cup of tea.
“What’s going on in there” No.21
asked the butler from the comfort of the armchair.
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The butler simply shrugged his shoulders
and went about his business while No.21 sat eating his sandwich. Suddenly the
pair of steel doors opened, No.21 jumped up knocking over the cup and saucer
onto the carpet as No.8 emerged from the chamber. She glanced at the man standing
in front of the fire place as she crossed the foyer. The door opening automatically
she left the Green Dome and went home, leaving No.21 mopping up the spilt tea
with his handkerchief. Then adjusting his jacket, entered No.2’s office.
“That was a long breakfast” 21 said.
“Yes, but an informative one
nonetheless” No.2 replied “they’ve made a mistake!”
“A mistake sir, we don’t make
mistakes here.”
“We shall have to handle this very
differently.”
“Why sir?”
“They have brought the wrong woman to
the Village!”
The next day No.2 met with No.8 at the
brass band concert, in fact they met the day after that as well. They enjoyed
each other's company, having a coffee together at the café, and on the lawn of
the Old People’s Home. They would walk, and talk, and they were getting noticed
and like in most villages tongues began to wag. And then one morning… the pair
of steel doors opened and No.21 entered dressed in his garb as a Top Hat
administrative official.
“Good morning Number Two, I take it
you are ready?”
“Ready?” No.2 asked.
“There is a meeting of the General Purposes
committee in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, yes of course, I had forgotten.”
There was an air of preoccupation
about No.2, as though he had something, or someone on his mind.
“How are things going with Number
Eight?”
“Number Eight, oh yes Number Eight.”
“I take it this is what you meant by
having to handle her very differently.”
No.2 looked as 21 sternly “What do
you mean by that?”
“Only that you seem to have made
Number Eight a personal case in question.”
“She is very troubled.”
“That was only to be expected, but we
have doctors to help with that. And we didn’t bring the wrong woman to the Village,
I checked!”
“You overstep the mark.”
“I’m merely watching your back. One
of my duties is to tell you when I think you’re making a mistake.”
“Or neglecting my duties?” 2
suggested.
“People are beginning to talk” 21
said “personally I think you are protecting Number Eight.”
“I suggest you go and chair the General
Purposes committee meeting on my behalf.”
“Me?”
“You have my confidence Twenty-one.”
“You want me to chair the meeting?”
“Yes.”
“You are neglecting your duties
Number Two.”
“Well you let me worry about
that. Now, the committee will be waiting!”
“Yes Number Two.......... sir.”
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It was mid-day by the time No.21 changed
back into his light blue piped blazer. He made his way through the Village to
the Green Dome, and when he entered No.2’s office he found that a large, red
curved telephone had been placed on the desk, what’s more it was bleeping
somewhat impatiently. He picked it up.
“Number Two isn’t here sir……yes sir I
realise you know he isn’t here…….no sir I have no idea where he is or what he’s
doing……yes sir, I shall find him……yes sir, of course sir.”
No.21 replaced the telephone back on
the desk, and pressed a button on the control panel of the desk activating the
wall screen, and pressing a number of buttons different views of the Village
appeared on the screen. The cobbled square, the café, the Village green,
bandstand, he scanned the lawn of the Old People’s Home, then zoomed in on a
table at the far end of the lawn and found No.2 sat at a table with No.8.
“You realise they will be watching” No.8
told him.
“I hope they learn something!” he
replied, there was defiance in his voice, he had not heard that for some time.
“That’s what I’m afraid of” she said
“is it so wise to meet so openly.”
“It would be worse if we tried
meeting in secret” he told her “it would be more questionable.”
The waiter approached the table
carrying a tray and placed the two cups and saucers, milk jug and sugar bowl on
the table.
“Your coffee sir.”
“Thank you” No.2 said handing over
his credit card.
The waiter took a metal device from
his pocket and clipped the credit card before handing it back.
“Can you get me out of here?” No.8
asked.
“I’m not sure I can get myself out of
this place” he said adding milk and three lumps of sugar to his coffee.
“But you have authority here.”
“What happened to you, the last time
we met….”
“Was in Paris” she said “at one of
madame Engadine’s celebrated parties. I was sent there to meet a man, not you,
I was to allow myself to be recruited by him. I was given papers to give to
him, but really I was sent to recruit him!”
“They will want to know, they will
want to know everything.”
“I’m not that important” she said.
“Important enough to see you brought
here.”
“And you, how did you turn up here?”
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“That’s a long story” he told her.
“But it didn’t take you long to
achieve a position of power.”
“They were looking for a good man!”
“Looks like they found one.”
“That’s been said of me before! I’m not
sure how much longer I can protect you, I’m making myself suspect by my
assistant, and possibly by others.”
“Then get us both out of here!” Lena
pleaded.
“There is no escape, not for any of
us” he told her.
“So what happens now?”
They usually come for you when you’re least
expecting them. There had been a knock on the door, and two men stood on the
doorstep, one a tall fair-haired figure dressed in a grey blazer, the other a
burly set man in a red jumper.
“Come with us Number Eight” No.21
said.
“Wh…why?”
“You are to be taken in for questioning”
21 told her.
“I’ll call Number two, he’ll soon put
you back in your box!” she told him crossing the room to the telephone.
There was a click of fingers, and
before No.8 could pick up the receiver she was being restrained by the
guardian. The next thing she knew, Number 8 had been placed in the back of a
taxi and was driven to the hospital and forced into an interrogation room.
There she had been forced to stand for what seemed like hours while a
disembodied voice kept up a stream of question’s, sometimes the same question
asked repeatedly.
“We want information” the voice said
“information, information, information.”
“When did you begin working for Swedish
Military intelligence?”
“What was your position within
Intelligence?”
“Did you have contact with Colonel
Strack?”
“Who recruited you into Swedish Intelligence?”
“How old were you when you went to
work for Intelligence?”
“Tell me about the files you have
seen, the projects you know about, tell me, tell me. We want information,
information, you want to talk, sooner or later you’ll talk, sooner or later you
will want to”.
“Tell me your name?”
“How old are you?”
“What is your politics, religion, are
you political, are you religious?”
“Tell me about Swedish Intelligence.”
“Tell me about Colonel Strack.”
Questions, questions, the questions
seemed to go on for hours. It was hot under the lights; her legs grew more and
more tired. Eventually she was allowed to kneel.
“What is your relationship with
Number Two?” the voice suddenly asked and repeated the question “what is your
relationship with Number Two?”
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Suddenly the door of the observation room
burst open and No.2 stormed into the room.
“What do you think you’re doing
Twenty-one?”
“Watching your back sir, doing what
you should have done.”
No.8 was finding it painful to be on
her knees for so long, the pain and stress was written all over her face and
the questioning persisted.
“If you would answer just one
question. What is Number Two to you, you have been spending time together, what
have you been talking about, was it escape?”
“Let
her go!” No.2 demanded.
“Do I perceive a little of the old
Number Six coming to the surface? I should watch that sir!” No.21 warned him.
No.8 raised her eyes to the black
window and realised she was being watched “He… is nothing to me, he was
questioning me, attempting to gain my trust so that I would talk, to save me
this. Let me sit down and I shall tell you everything.”
“You have been neglecting the Village, for
what, for her?”
No.2 watched as a comfy chair was
taken into the room, as two men helped No.8 into it. And so she sat and talked,
she talked and told them everything. And No.2 stood watching, listening to all
the secrets as they came pouring out of the broken woman’s mouth.
“Number Eight sacrificed herself for
you sir, she must have thought you worth it” 21 said leaving the observation
room
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Thursday 20 October 2022
A New No.2 - Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Appreciation
Day
And
so the great day was almost upon the good citizens and the community at large.
There should have been an air of excitement pervading the atmosphere of the Village,
but instead.
“I ask you this, Appreciation Day, what’s
it in aid of?” a young radical asked.
“To show our appreciation of Number
Two” a good citizen replied.
“Well I ask you this citizen, what has Number
Two ever done for you?”
“Well there was the village regatta” No.97
said.
“Yes that’s right” 209 agreed “and
don’t forget the horticultural show.”
“Well that’s right” 38 said in
agreement “life here isn’t so bad, it could be worse.”
“Worse! How worse could it be? We’re
told how to live our lives, interrogated, tortured, mind altering drugs are
used on us. We’re experimented upon, locked in our cells at night, and at the
same time sedated to keep us quiet, and we are kept under surveillance morning
noon and night, and Number Two is behind it all!”
“Well I’ve not had any of those things
done to me” No.112 said.
“Well perhaps you’re one of those
people who came here of your own volition” the radical accused “life here can
be very pleasant if you give in and give them what they want. Then in return
they give you certain privileges; you’re allowed to enjoy a day at the beach.”
“Not to mention in the library” said
a citizen
“I’m going to a music concert this
afternoon” announced another.
“And there’s the cinema, art
seminars” said No.112.
“And for those who are of a sporting
nature there’s the gymnasium, croquet on the Village green, clock golf, the
golf course” No.42 added to the list of activities.
“The welfare system” said another.
“The amateur dramatics society!”
“Brass band concerts” 32 added.
“Painting competitions!”
“Arts and crafts exhibitions.”
“Alright, alright” the young radical
said “spend the rest of your lives here if that’s what you want.”
“What else is there?” 112 asked.
“Escape!” the young radical said.
“Don’t be daft, no-one has ever
escaped.”
“That’s what they want you to think,
it’s another way in which they control and manipulate you. They want you to
think there’s no escape.”
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“There’s always the Guardian!” No.38
suggested.
“Or guardians” 112 said looking at
the two burly men walking towards the gathered citizens.
As the two men in red jerseys drew
nearer the small crowd broke
up,
each person walking away.
“Number Forty-seven you are to come
with us” No.256 said.
No.47 protested “What for, you’ve got
nothing on me!”
No.261 took a small device from his
pocket and pressed a button, the recorder began to play back 47’s own words “I
ask you this, Appreciation Day, what’s it in aid of? Well I ask you this
citizen, what has Number Two ever done for you? Worse! How worse could it be?
We’re told how to live our lives, interrogated, tortured, mind altering drugs
are used on us. Were experimented upon, locked in our cells at night, and
sedated to keep us quiet, and we are kept under surveillance morning noon and
night, and Number Two is behind it all!”
No.47 was taken away by the two
guardians in order to receive the best possible therapy treatment the doctors
in the hospital could provide. Such treatment included electrical massage of the
brain, the use of mind altering drugs, reconditioning of the mind, and aversion
therapy. Suffice to say No.47 was no longer the young radical he once was. All
outward appearances gave the impression that he was now fully integrated into Village
life.
The workshop had been a hive of
activity as carpenters busied themselves sawing wood, banging nails and pasting
onto placards, large and small, the poster image of No.2.
“I recall how we made loads of these
placards before” No.195 complained “why can’t we use those?”
“That’s right” No.55 said “they were
for the local election.”
“Because they were chucked away after
the election” the foreman said “besides we could hardly use the vote for Number
Six could we.”
The placards were made for a number
of citizens to carry during the Appreciation Day ceremony.
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“I bet this Appreciation Day malarkey
turns out to be a damp squib!” No.39 said sawing a piece of 4 by 2.
“How do you make that out?” 195
asked.
“I remember last year’s event” 39
said.
“So do I” 84 said “we stood under the
balcony of the Gloriette listening to an old man who banged on about all the
achievements he had done for the community!”
“That was the old Number Two, he
retired” 195 said.
“Yes, then we got a new Number Two,
and I remember how he couldn’t get through his speech fast enough!” 4 said.
“I expect he was eager to get on with
the job” the foreman said “I wish the same could be said of you lot, so less
chit-chat, and more woodworking, and make sure you paste those posters on nice
and smooth, that means no creases!”
“Good afternoon everyone, good afternoon”
the cheery female announcer began “Just to remind you good people everywhere
that tomorrow is the big day, Appreciation Day. Remember folks there will be a
speech by Number Two himself, as well as the unveiling of the magnificent
Appreciation Day monument, don’t miss it. Come one come all, be seeing you.”
The citizens sitting at tables on the
lawn of the Old People’s Home carried on drinking their tea, or coffee and
remained unstirred. Citizens sitting at tables on a lawn next the bandstand all
sat looking unimpressed, unmoved by the announcement while others looked
completely bored with the whole thing already. The good people of this
community seemed to lack the vibrant enthusiasm as once they had for such
public events. Its seemed that hardly anyone listened to the announcement, an
uninterested look was etched on all their faces, perhaps because they had not
only seen it all before, but had been put through it all before. And now they
had to go through it all again, and for what, a better life, a better Village,
more Village?
The pair of steel doors opened and No.21
walked smartly down the ramp into No.2’s office. He was dressed in black suit,
overcoat, Top Hat, and dark glasses as in his capacity of a Top Hat
administrative official.
“Are you ready sir, it’s almost time”
21 said in official tones.
“You are going to be there?”
“Yes sir. I shall be officiating in
my official capacity.”
“What precisely does that mean?”
“As an administrator I shall be
standing behind you on the balcony trying to look interested” 21 explained.
“Are the people in good heart?”
No.21 remained silent.
“I asked if the people are in good
heart.”
“I’m sure they will be captivated in
the moment” 21 said.
“Meaning?”
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“It’s only to be expected, the people have
been here before. You yourself once took part in a local election, you yourself
were elected as a new Number Two. The people went through that election
supporting you because they believed you would bring change. But nothing
changed,
not for the citizens, because what did you do?”
No.2 recalled “I tried to organise a
mass breakout.”
“And there you have it, you put self
before the people, had you played the game….”
“I was gullible, I allowed myself to
get involved, I should have known better.”
“And the next day we ended up with an
interim Number Two who was hard as nails. I hate to imagine where they got her
from!” No.21 said thinking back.
“And I have been refreshing my
memory, by reviewing some tapes of last years Appreciation Day, and the three
days leading up to it” 2 said.
“Then this is the time, the moment in
which you can a difference” 21 told him.
“What by telling the people what they
want to hear!” he said pressing a button on the control panel of the desk.
A face appeared on the wall screen,
No.2 stood looking at himself.
“The community can rest assured that
their interests are very much my own and that anything I can do to maintain the
security of the citizens will be my primary objective...... be seeing you.”
He pressed another button.
“There are those who come in here and
deny we can provide every conceivable civilized amenity within our boundaries.
You can enjoy yourselves and you will. You can take partake of the most
hazardous sports and you will, the price is cheap, all you have to do is give
us information. You are then eligible
for promotion to other and perhaps more attractive spheres where do you desire
to go, what has been your dream? I can supply it, winter spring, summer or fall
they can all be yours at any time. Apply to me and it will be easier and
better.”
“Six six six six six six six six six six
six six six six.”
And a third button.
“Place your trust in the old regime their
policies defined the future certain, the old regime forever and the old Number
Two forever. Confession by coercion is that what you want? Vote for him and you
have it, or stand firm upon this electoral platform and speak a word without
fear the word is…..freedom. They say six of one and half a dozen of the other,
not here, it’s Six for Two and Two for nothing and Six for free for all for
free for all vote, vote.”
No.2 turned off the screen.
“I remember, I was there” 21 said “if
elected you offered to take care of the citizens, you offered the people a
choice, as well as less work and more play!”
“What game are we playing now?” 2
demanded to know.
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“You have progressed; it’s you the people will be showing their appreciation for” 21 assured
his superior “If you want to make a better Village, a moral Village, then its
actions not words which are required.”
No.2 picked up a sheet of paper from
his desk, he tore it up.
The pair of steel doors opened and the
butler entered the chamber in his capacity of the Keeper of the Great Seal of
Office as he carried a crimson cushion, upon which it sat. Standing before No.2
No.21 took the Great Seal of office and placed it about the Chief Administrator’s
neck and shoulders. Making sure it was hanging correctly and announcing it was
time, the people will be waiting.
No.2 looked down at it then at his
assistant “Shouldn’t I receive that after my speech?”
“I thought the Great Seal is the
Appreciation Day ceremony.”
“The ceremony is for the people, and in
your case it’s quite superfluous. Seeing as you have no successor, being our
permanent Number Two, there’s no-one to pass the Great Seal onto.”
“I could choose the moment to resign”
No.2 told him.
“Creating chaos and confusion, that’s
the old Number Six’s way of thinking” 21 told him.
The three of them made to leave the
domed chamber, the butler leading the way through the open steel doors. No.21
paused, thought for a moment.
“You go ahead I won’t be a moment.”
Picking up the red telephone pressing
the square chrome button “I realize this is not the correct protocol sir……..yes
sir but I think Number Two is about to put a spanner in the works……yes of
course I will sir.”
Replacing the telephone back on the desk he saw the torn pieces of paper of No,2’s speech. Picking them up he put them in his pocket and hurried outside to find the butler and No.2 standing on the balcony looking down on the people parading through the Village carrying placards of No.2, Chairman, and Chief Administrator as the brass band played.
“This is the moment ladies and
gentlemen, the great moment when we can all show our appreciation of our Number
Two. Today we salute our leader” a Top
Hat official said into a microphone.
The Appreciation Day monument had been
placed below the balcony of the Gloriette, covered by a red silk sheet.
“We should go sir” 21 suggested.
So the three of them, the butler
leading, descended the steps down to the road where a taxi waited at the bottom
of the steps.
“I think we’ll walk” No.2 said “it’s
not far.”
The taxi driver shrugged her
shoulders as the three men walked off along the road. Although people paraded
carrying the 2 placards there was no cheering from the citizens, their faces
wore blank expressions. No.2 followed the butler, and No.21 followed behind
No.2 to the Gloriette. Standing on the balcony were five Top Hat administrative
officials,
two standing either side of the doorway, and one just
standing about. No.2 and his assistant stepped up onto the balcony, and the
butler taking his place standing by the side of the
Appreciation Day monument below the balcony. The brass band continued to play as the citizens gathered in the piazza below the balcony. No.2 stood by the railing and the crowd burst into life cheering him, and naturally enough he raised his right hand and waved joyfully at the now smiling faces in the crowd as they waved their placards.
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No.21 approached one of the two
officiating officials “Get these pasted together” he said taking the pieces of
torn paper out of his pocket.
The official looked at 21 “Where am I
going to get any glue? I don’t carry it around in my pocket.”
“Just get it done, and be quick about
it” 21 ordered.
Taking the torn pieces of paper the
Top Hat left the balcony and No.21 took his place.
No.245, a senior administrative official
stepped forward before the microphone “Fellow citizens…no dear friends for that
is what you are each and everyone of you.”
No.2 looked at the official making the
usual address because although he heard the words spoken, not one word was
uttered from the mouth of this man!
The disembodied voice continued with
the speech and N.245 continued to mime the words “We are gathered here on this
happy occasion, our annual appreciation day, to pay homage and to show our
gratitude to our glorious leaders.”
There was a sudden fanfare.
The crowed cheered and applauded,
waved their placards in appreciation as No.245 gestured to No.2 to approach the
microphone. At that moment the Top Hat official returned and unseen passed
No.21 the now pieces of paper pasted together onto a piece of pasteboard.
Standing before the microphone No.2 acknowledged the cheering citizens with a wave
of a hand, the gold Great Seal of Office glinting in the sunshine as he
prepared himself to make his speech. At that moment No.21 slipped the
pasteboard onto the grey podium, No.2 saw it and looked at his assistant. There
was a pause, the people waited expectantly. No.2 placed a hand on either side
of the podium as though to lean upon it, and looked down at the words he had
written.
There was a fanfare.
“Good people of this community” No.2
began.
The crowd cheered.
No.2 glanced at his assistant
“Initially it was my intention to tender my resignation at this point.”
This brought about foreboding
murmurings amongst the citizens.
“However” again he glanced at his
assistant “It gives me enormous pleasure to stand here before you today, to see
so many familiar faces amongst you on this most auspicious occasion. It is my
intention to
bring
about reform to our community, to make a better, a moral
Village,
to find a better way for all.”
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The citizens cheered, applauded, and
waved their placards frantically.
“And so it is with great pride that I
dedicate this magnificent monument which represents our appreciation of this great
community.”
The citizens applauded and cheered
the words of No.2, their leader, but he turned away from the microphone and
glared in anger at his assistant, for the words heard were not his own, the
microphone had been turned off!
The butler pulled on a cord and the silk
sheet fell away revealing the appreciation monument. Etched in the stone was
the face of No.2, beneath which was the word.
ASSIMILLATE.
Again the people cheered and applauded
at the unveiling, while on the balcony it was smiles and congratulations all
round as the crowd in the Piazza began to disperse. No.2 stood scowling at his
assistant who merely smiled back in return.
“I thought the day went off rather
well” No.21 said
“What by putting words in my mouth!”
“You were given the opportunity to
say the things which you thought needed to be said” his assistant told him
taking the pasteboard and tearing it up.
Overhead the Alouette helicopter
circled over the Village before landing on the lawn by the sea wall, while two
workmen in dove grey overalls came along with a set of trolley wheels to take
away the appreciation monument. No.2 and his assistant returned to the Green
Dome and life in the Village went on.
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