"Jerry Davis - Justification" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"Okay. Let's get started right now. Professor Aki here is going to put you in a simple
Alpha trance and we're going to feed the essay into your subconscious. After we're sure it's
firmly in your memory and your attitude toward it is very positive, you're going to write it
out. I'll take it from there, and hand deliver it to the local Census office. And you've got a
new start! Okay? Ready?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Aki, let's do it."
Professor Aki adjusted the skull cap and then turned to a computer terminal. He hit a few
buttons and suddenly, against his will, Dale felt himself relax. Consciousness dropped away
like a stone falling down a deep, black well.
Consciousness came back like a car slamming into a wall.
Professor Aki was still at the terminal, and Vlad was standing in front of him folding a
piece of paper and slipping it into an envelope. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he said.
"What?" said Dale.
"It's over. I've got the essay, I'm about to run it down to the Census for you. Now all we
have to do is settle the account, and you're on your way."
"What was --- what did I write?"
"You wrote a very convincing report about your independent study of the value of
modern broadcast television. You plan on writing a book about it, warning the public of the
dangers of video sedation."
"I am?"
"Don't worry, you don't actually have to write it. You just have to get involved in
something worth while during the next five years."
The amount of money Vlad wanted for his services was a surprise. It was over half of the
money Dale had left in the bank, the interest of which Dale had been living on since the
settlement with L5 Corp. In the end, though, Dale agreed that his life and citizenship was

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worth it, and he sealed the transaction with his thumb print.

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Several days went by in a blur, and one afternoon during an interesting repeat of Sexual
Deviancies of the Rich and Famous there was a knock on Dale's door. He turned down the
sound and got up to look through the peep hole. Several people were standing outside, all in
uniform. "Dale Bently, please open the door right now," one of them called out. It was a
short, pretty black woman with her hair tucked up under her uniform cap. Her voice was very
commanding and yet, at the same time, bored. It gave him the impression she did this all the
time.
"What do you want?" he called through the door.
"It's very important that we talk to you."
"About what?"
His hesitation made her angry. "Look Mr. Bently, we have a Writ of Total Compliance
and we'll burn through this door if we have to. Do you understand that? You open this door
right now!"
Dale opened the door. The black woman stepped quickly inside holding a piece of paper,
immediately followed by three men and another woman holding clipboards. "By order of the
Department of Judgement of the Census Bureau of the National Government you are hereby