Cubicle (continued)
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When Jason woke, his
head throbbed and his stomach lurched. After several deep breaths the
headache and nausea diminished. He started to move and halted as he realized
a number of wires were attached to his body. A voice abruptly filled the
cubicle. The sound had no apparent point of origin and completely enveloped
him.
"We did not ask for a verbal response," the voice said flatly. Jason repressed the
reflex to respond. "Let us begin," the flat voice said. "I want you to repeat the Axioms of State." The voice halted and Jason did not speak. "You may reply verbally." "The state gave me life. The state... " A shock interrupted Jason. "You will give
the proper designation of each axiom." "First axiom: The state gave me life. Second axiom: The state is omniscient. Third axiom: The state is omnipotent." Another shock. "That is the fourth axiom, not the third." Jason frowned. "Oh,
yes. Third axiom: The state is omnipresent. Fourth axiom: The state is
omnipotent. Fifth axiom: The state fulfills all my needs. Sixth axiom:
. . ." Several sharp shocks coursed through Jason when he did not
continue. "Your recall
of the axioms is worse than that of the average pupil of 12 years of age.
You clearly need a refresher." The voice began to drone the axioms,
repeating the sequence time after time. If Jason started to drift off,
a shock brought him abruptly awake. Periodically the voice demanded Jason
repeat the axioms. The cycle went on for hours. "Describe your
value to the state," the voice demanded. Jason was relieved
to hear something other than the axioms. "I work for the Department
of the Environment. I operate a machine which punches holes in reports
so they can be inserted in ring binders." "I did not ask what the regulations state. I asked if you have ever read a report." "No, never."
A cascade of shocks sent Jason to the brink of unconsciousness. Jason shook his head
to remove the cobwebs. "I've never read a full report. Occasionally
I've glanced at the first page or so." A shock shot through him.
"Once the machine malfunctioned and papers flew everywhere. As I
gathered them up, I read sections of several pages." "Was that where
you learned of the forest?" "Yes. The report
had to do with the forest." "And what did
it say?" Jason swallowed. "It
talked about how large the forest is." "How large is
it?" "I don't know if it said in the part I read. If it did, I don't remember." "And?" "And?" The machine replied
with a shock. "What else did you read?" "It talked about
different kinds of trees, which meant nothing to me. And . . ." "Well?" Although there was
no shock, the voice was demanding. "And it talked
about the beauty of the forest." Jason did not reply and a voice, not that of his interrogator, filled the cubicle. "The forest is supposedly beautiful," the voice said. "It makes you wonder, doesn't it?" He realized the voice was his own. He wondered if they had caught his remark in a random review or if someone had turned him in. It made, he realized, no difference. "That is your
voice, is it not?" "Yes." "This is how
you choose to enhance the state?" "I was merely repeating what the report... " A shock silenced him. "What you read was clearly out of context and you distorted the meaning. You know, of course, it is strictly forbidden to enter the forest." Jason did not reply,
having received no request for a remark. "And for a good
reason. The forest is a dangerous place. Anyone who goes there would meet
a quick and terrible death, and thus be of no service to the state. And
by saying what you did, you might encourage someone to violate a principle
of the state." "That is what one would feel if one were to enter the forest -- cold implacable fear." The cubicle went black
and a series of visions flashed through Jason's mind. Grotesque beasts
with fangs and bloodied claws roared. Between the terrifying visions the
voice gave the names of the beasts and told where they could be found
in the forest. Jason had no idea how long the string of horrors lasted.
When light finally returned to the cubicle, he was drenched in sweat and
vomit. "Now do you see the error of your ways?" "Yes," Jason
croaked. No punishing shock reminded him he had not been prompted for
a response. "Do you fully
understand how you are to behave in the future?" "Yes." "Very well. Your physical and mental responses signify you are indeed telling the truth." Once again, Jason
slipped into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he was lying on a cot in
a small white room. He was clean and a set of clothes was draped over
a chair. He sat up. His head was clear and there was no trace of nausea.
He could recall, however, the details of his rehabilitation. He stood
up and dressed. Once he was done, the door opened and the woman who had
originally conducted him to the judge entered. Jason walked along
the edge of the city, parallel to the wall. It only took him half an hour
to find what he was looking for. Leaning against a building undergoing
renovation was a ladder. Grabbing the ladder, he dragged it to the wall,
raised it, clambered up and hoisted himself to the top. There in the distance
was the forest. He paused, staring in awe at the expanse of green. The
report was right. It was beautiful. Jason had spoke the truth when he
had told the interrogator he knew exactly what he intended to do. The
report had told him how to build a shelter and had talked of numerous
edible plants. And it had also clearly stated that there was nothing harmful
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