Audio file – Short Story, Justice, from Book of Dreams 2e.
This is my reading of the shortest short story, Justice, from my Book of Dreams 2nd Edition: Science Fiction and Speculative Fiction Short Stories. It is the only piece of “flash fiction” in the collection of eight short stories. Although I’ve lectured for a quarter century, it is interesting how difficult it can be to read one’s own work out loud. It is a cold reading due to time constraints, and is recorded with an inexpensive microphone, but I hope it can provide at least an awkward semblance of the “sound” of the story in my mind’s ear as I wrote it. You may access the reading, formatted as a YouTube video, by clicking here.The complete text of the short story, which is the shortest story in the collection and the only one not available as a separate Kindle stand-alone short story, appears below.
Justice
Time: The all too near future
Place: A courtroom
Setting: Final sentencing of a prisoner
convicted of the last remaining capital offense on the books of a kinder,
gentler, fairer world in which equality is no longer a mere aspiration.
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The
prisoner stared impassively into the camera. The bright lights causing beads of
sweat to form above his eyes and forcing him to squint, his perspiration-soaked
thinning hair flattened unflatteringly against his forehead. No sound could be
heard other than the faint hum of the air conditioning whose airflow was
directed from the high ceiling above the high seats of the three judge panel,
towards the three judged, keeping their immediate area comfortably cool. The
camera trained on them remained a respectful distance away, and no harsh lights
illuminated their somber countenances.
All
three judges stared at the camera showing no emotion, their hands folded in
front of them on the surface of their capacious bench on top of three equal,
neat stacks of paper piled before each judge. Everywhere on earth citizens
watched the unfolding drama over the neural net that provided a fully immersive
experience indistinguishable from reality, effectively placing every citizen of
earth in the courtroom as the Chief Judge began to speak in a deep, resonant,
clear voice.
“The
evidence against you has been examined. This tribunal finds you guilty of the
charges against you by a unanimous vote. Have you anything you would like to
add before we pass sentence?”
The
camera changed back to the prisoner. The lights brighten around him and the
heat rises perceptibly, adding fresh fuel to the trickle of sweat flowing down
his flushed face, causing a bead of sweat to form at the end of his nose that
he cannot swat away because his wrists are restrained by metal bands at the
armrests of his chair, outside the viewing range of the camera which has a
tight zoom on his face. “I am guilty of no crime,” the prisoner spoke in a low
voice full of palpable weariness and resignation.
“You
are guilty of the most heinous of crimes,” the Chief Judge contradicted. That
is not open to debate. This is your final chance to make what amends you may to
those whom you have harmed through your selfish, deviant act. It will have no
effect on the sentencing by this Court.”
“But
I have done nothing wrong,” the man emphatically repeated, the perspiration
rolling down his neck deepening the growing ring of sweat absorbed by his
bright orange jumper, staining a dark collar of moisture around his neck.
“Silence!”
the Chief Judge hissed. “The record will show that the prisoner is unrepentant.
This Court finds that the prisoner willfully, maliciously and without
justification removed his neural connector with the purpose and effect of
disconnecting himself from the Net. We further find that the motivating factor
for this egregious, willful and repugnant crime was the attempt to abandon the
Common Consciousness and establish his individuality separate and apart from
the Communal Mind. We further find that the subject is in full possession of
his legal faculties and capable of understanding the criminal nature of his
acts, and, perhaps most tragically, that he fails to see the enormity of his
crime.” The Chief Justice faltered slightly, delivering the final words of the
Courts sentence with a slight tremor in his voice. After stopping a moment to compose
himself as his learned colleagues looked on impassively, he continued. “It is,
therefore, the judgment of this Court that you will forever remain disconnected
from the nets from this day forward.”
Upon
hearing the Judge’s words the prisoner’s eyes opened wider, attempting to
digest their import. Could it be? Could he finally be allowed the freedom to
regain his humanity? The unalienable right to be an individual for the first
time in his life? The opportunity to live in a world in which he could have original
thoughts, genuine emotions, and the opportunity to be different from everyone
else? The joy in these words nearly made him faint with relief and unbridled
joy, allowing him for the first time in his life the possibility of hope as
tears welled in his eyes. He found he could not speak, could not express even
the simple words “thank you” to the Court. It was as though he were emerging
from a life-long nightmare, as if . . .
“The
prisoner’s IP address, 999.999.999.999, shall be erased from the Nets,” the
Judge continued as the prisoner’s tears flowed freely. His existence shall be
forever stricken from the Collective Consciousness lest it germinate there and
once again grow sedition in our midst.” The prisoner wept openly now while
smiling broadly. “The death sentence for this most heinous of crimes is hereby
commuted so that the prisoner may be allowed the individuality he craved for
the rest of his natural life, devoid of the comfort of humanity or the distracting
influences of life.”
The
Chief Judge then paused and took a deep breath. “It is further ordered by this
Court that the prisoner shall have his eyes, eardrums, tongue and olfactory
organs surgically removed that he may not see, hear, taste, or speak with any
other human being for the rest of his natural life. thereafter, he is to be
remanded to a hospital where he shall be restrained to a bed and tended to by
robotic life support aids. The sentence of this Court shall be carried out
immediately and shall be witnessed by all Citizens of Earth as partial
reparation for this most heinous of crimes against humanity.”
The
prisoner’s screams lasted only a few moments as an anesthetic was administered
and the cameras were re-arranged in preparation for justice to be carried out.
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