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- [ Swift Justice ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "SWIFT JUSTICE"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- Let the rules be followed, though the heaves fall!
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- Asteroid 801 is located far away from the sun. People expect it to be
- quite cold and lonely, but that is actually not true. Below the surface of
- 801 one will find a mine containing two-hundred workers. The temperature
- is quite high down in the mine due to the heavy machinery. But no one
- complains - since nobody down there is able to speak. The workers are all
- robots made of steel. On 801 there was only one human being, namely Harry
- Anderson, and he did not like to speak.
- Harry had never actually worked in the mine. He ran the whole business
- from a small room on the surface of the rock. There was not really much
- to do, he just had to check that everything worked out fine. For the past
- fourteen years, everything had worked out fine. His days at work did often
- only involve a few simple movements. He pressed button A, then he pressed
- button B. If something went slightly wrong, he pressed button C. And things
- never went really wrong so he had never pressed button D.
- Harry did not dislike his work, but then, nor did he like it. He just
- did it and that was it. People had to do something in their lives, he
- thought, and this was his mission. Pressing buttons. Sleeping. Eating.
- Supporting the galaxy with a few tera-tonnes of black stones every year.
- That was it. It was not much, but people had to do something in their lives.
- People sometime dream about doing something extraordinary. Harry never
- dreamed about that. He was an old man who went up at six o'clock in the
- morning and slipped into his blue uniform before he had a short breakfast.
- He listened to the news on the radio, then he walked the five steps to his
- racky chair and sat down. Then he worked. At noon he walked the five steps
- back to the table were lunch had been served by yet another silent robot. He
- ate the lunch and went back to his chair. He went to bed at nine in the
- evening. He never dreamed about doing something extraordinary. He had
- no plans of leaving Asteroid 801.
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- So the day when five men in black suits suddenly entered his small room
- and asked him why he killed nine people on a planet he had never even heard
- about, Harry Anderson spoke for the first time on fourteen years.
- He said: "What?"
- "Why did you kill nine people on Irzo?" one of the young men in black
- suites repeated. There was no sign of feelings in his voice.
- Harry was unfamiliar with the feeling of being confused. He began
- wondering if he was awake.
- "Irzo..." he said.
- "Do you remember?" another young man asked. No feelings present.
- "Remember?"
- The men looked at each other, nodding. "What's this, old man?"
- One of the men brought up a black pistol from the inside of his suit and
- placed it on the table in front of Harry.
- "What do you need this one for?" the man asked.
- "Need... what?"
- "The gun. What do you need it for? Why do you keep it here? Why have
- you placed it on the table? Did you plan to kill us too? Why? Why?"
- The words echoed inside Harry's head, why, why, why?
- "Pick it up, old man." they demanded.
- Harry had never seen such a strange device before. Still, he knew that
- it was a dangerous thing, but he really did not know why. He wanted to
- please these people. If he did that, they might leave.
- So he picked up the gun.
- The men seemed to fancy his move, since they looked at each other and
- smiled. Harry smiled too, when he noticed their satisfied looks. He held
- the gun in his hand, smiling, and felt good. He had done what they wanted
- him to do. He had done the right thing, he thought.
- A few seconds later, the men had forced Harry down on the cold floor.
- They handcuffed him, kicked him and told him that he was the worst low-life
- in this galaxy. He had killed people on a planet named Irzo. Harry did not
- know what an Irzo was. He just wanted to know what he had done wrong. He
- just wanted to get back to his work.
- Lying on his back in a small space vessel, chained by his feet and hands,
- Harry saw his home disappear through a small window. He would never see
- Asteroid 801 again.
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- "You did it!", people screamed at him.
- They all wanted to hang him. The Galaxy State never did anything wrong,
- and if they said that Harry Anderson was responsible for the Black Sunday
- Bombing on Irzo then he was the guilty one. Nine people had died, and the
- inhabitants on Irzo demanded swift justice.
- Irzo happened to be a planet with influence. If the people there disliked
- something, well, then the whole galaxy was in trouble. Fix it, change it,
- kill it, exterminate it, forbid it, get rid of it, get it out of the sight
- of the inhabitants of Irzo or they will become nasty in the sense that they
- would not pay their high taxes. Irzo had influence since the people had the
- money, and people with cash rule.
- Irzo ruled every tiny detail in the known parts of the universe, even if
- the inhabitants had no real political power. And now, nine people had died
- since someone had placed a bomb in the House of Justice. Someone had to pay.
- Anyone had to pay.
- Harry had never said anything really important in his whole life.
- Sometimes, he cursed the robots - but that was all. He did not know how to
- speak for himself. So when the judge said: "You did it. You must die.",
- Harry could not defend himself. He just grumbled a little, nodded, did tried
- to do what they told him to do. All he wanted to do was to get back to
- Asteroid 801 and do his humble work. That was all. He felt that if he
- played by their rules, he would soon be back to his normal life.
- He had a friend. He was called Harold. Harold had spoken for Harry in
- the court and tried to convince the jury that Harry was innocent. But he
- had obviously failed.
- But Harold did not seem to care about that. He just leaned over Harry in
- the Exterminator Machine and whispered: "We all know that you did not do it.
- But someone did it, and why wouldn't it be you? Justice does not mean that
- the guilty ones must pay. Justice means that someone must pay. Think about
- it - everyone around you will feel good; the people, the judge, the police,
- me... and you.
- Yes, I know what you are thinking. Why should You feel good? Well,
- perhaps just for the fact that you, you Harry, make so many people happy!
- It does not matter if you are innocent. Justice will fulfil its purpose
- anyway."
- Harry suddenly realized that he did not want to get back to his work.
- He had made a lot of people happy. He had even made the system of justice
- work. He was for sure something extraordinary!
- Harry laughed, then a man in a black robe pulled the heavy handle.
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