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

informed that you failed the justification test as defined by the United Order of Justification
to Society, Articles IV through XV, and your citizenship is hereby revoked for the cause of
conservation of energy and resources. Your property and assets are hereby seized for
redistribution. You're ordered forthwith to surrender your physical existence in exchange for
public social simulation." She took a breath. "You have three phone calls before we proceed.
You can use them anytime between now and dissociation." She fell silent, waiting for him to
say something, while the others went right to work writing out an inventory of his
possessions.
Dale said nothing.
"Okay," she said. "You can take your phone calls later. Are you going to come quietly
now or am I going to have to cuff you?"
Dale erupted. "You can't do this! What gives you the right to come barging into my home
telling me what----"
She sprayed him in the face with a small aerosol can and Dale's throat closed. The world
spun and he pitched over on his back, reeling, making sounds like a startled cow. When his
sense began to work properly again he saw a black corrugated rubber mat about 2 inches
from his face. Groaning, blinking his eyes to get them to focus better, he sat up and saw the
back of a chair through a heavy screen, and the back of a head. A red sign on the screen read:

ELECTRIFIED - DO NOT TOUCH!

He was in a police van, by the looks of it. His hands were firmly bound behind his back.
The van bounced slightly as it sped down a city street, the engines making an eerie

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electric whining sound. I failed! Dale was thinking. I failed the test! How could this have
happened, Vlad guaranteed I would pass! Then a dark thought occurred to him: Vlad could
have guaranteed anything he wanted, because if he was wrong and Dale failed the evaluation -
-- which he did --- Dale was in no position to complain. For one thing, he was not a citizen
anymore, which meant he had no rights, but even if he did he had broken the law. The Census
agents would laugh at him.
The van came to a stop and the rear door popped open and lifted. To Dale's surprise, a
bound and staggering Professor Aki was thrown in, and the door dropped closed and locked
with a loud thud. The "professor" --- if he actually was a professor --- lay face down and
drooling on the mat. No doubt he'd been sprayed in the face with the same chemical they'd
used on Dale. "Maaawwwnnpffk!" Aki said into the mat. "Yurrrrafffrekkkksssphk!"
A half hour later, Vlad Breenwood, too, was thrown into the van. It appeared they had
used more than the aerosol on him, as there was a singed hole in the back of his shirt and the
burn marks of an electric stun gun. "You!" he said, after regaining consciousness. "You
bastard!"
"Me?" Dale said.
"You bastard from hell! You data dump! I ought to kill you, you miserable cretin!"
"Refrigerate, man," Aki said under his breath. "Freeze it."
"To hell with you!" Vlad shouted at him.
"Keep it down or you'll get another jolt," the agent in the driver's seat yelled back at Vlad.
Vlad glanced at the driver, then backed down.
"What are you yelling at me about?" Dale said angrily. "I'm here thanks to your bogus