Dita
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"They put the slaver implant into my head," Dita said getting into the car. "So
I'm yours to do anything you want with now."
"That's right," Alan replied settling into the driver's seat and starting the
engine. "I paid a premium to get the top of the line model which isn't supposed
to effect your intellect or your personality but still meets all the safeguard
and limitation laws. You have, after all, been convicted of a capital
crime."
"Yes..." she looked at him sadly. "Look. I am sorry about trying to use you to
gain access to the Citadel. I wasn't a very good seductress. You were supposed
to fall in love with me not me with you."
"You were, perhaps, not quite the right girl for the job," he suggested pulling
out onto the main road.
"Probably not," she agreed sadly. "As they proved at the trial it wasn't, like
I thought, an Omega Prime plan at all, just a scheme hatched up by the chief of
my local resistance cell. I'm not even sure now if my cell was a part of the
larger resistance or what 'cos the guy that ran everything shot himself rather
than be captured. Either way it's all over now. I failed and we were caught,
tried, convicted and sentenced. I'm quite lucky to still be breathing."
"Did the anti-insurgency police do much to you?" he asked. "Heavy
questioning?"
"It isn't like that any more," she shook her head. "A needle into your arm then
you sit down together, all friendly, and you explain what happened and they
piece the story together into a statement. Frankly I understood what had
happened to me better after doing that than I did when I was actually doing
it."
"And your feelings about the 'larger resistance'?" he asked.
She paused and sighed. "Well ambivalence..." she admitted. "Of course I
couldn't possibly go against the state now, that's part of the safeguards in
the implant, but it rather makes more sense now. The state isn't repressive in
the way that states once were. It's just that I always was a fan of the old
time electoral democracies. For all their faults at least you got to choose
even if you did chose a crazy. These days there is just the state and it
decides how many teachers there will be, how many doctors, dentists, dustmen,
car mechanics and we just fit in. They are deciding how many babies you are
going to have and even when you are going to die. Not individually but
statistically so there will be a bit of paper on somebody's desk saying deaths
this week will be up 5% so plan to use undertakers from the next district over
which is expecting a short fall."
"Is that so bad?" he asked. "Predicting is not compelling. You've got to admit
that towards the end they did vote for a crazy rather often."
"I am me," she said defiantly, "Not just some statistic." Then she slumped. "So
convictions for insurgency are up so the slave numbers will rise because we
don't do executions for capital crimes any more."
"It isn't called 'slave'," he reminded her. "It's rehabilitation training so
not quite that bad."
"Everybody just calls it the slave trade," she grumbled. "If your crime is so
heinous that you can't just be given a strong ticking off with a bit of
intravenous enhancement to make sure it sticks... Well then you get placed as
an indentured worker with an obedience implant. Look, thanks for buying me the
one that doesn't stupid you so you are content with menial work, but it's still
a slave-maker. You didn't pay 'up front wages' for my indentured services you
paid the slave price. I did a capital crime so it is for life so why call it
'training'?"
"You're not a total slave, you have free will," he complained. "You get to
retire at the same age as everybody else, not work until you die, and you have
to make moral decisions about all the orders you are given."
She shrugged. "So you can't order me to go shoplifting for you but you could
order me into your bed," she said. "Well no shoplifting but with our background
together I'll sleep with you and call it free will now. You deserve it."
He shook his head and drove on in silence.
"Alan," she asked after the pause had dragged out uncomfortably. "Why did you
buy me? I was trying to betray you. You can't still have feelings for me after
hearing what came out at the trial."
"If I didn't buy you then you'd get the stupid implant and would be pushed off
into some dead end job." he shrugged. "I think you made some bad choices in
your life but I respect you more than that."
"But I was giving you..." she paused to rephrase it. "Well I was trying to make
you think that if you gave me what I wanted you were going to get sex."
"I knew that," he laughed. "I was just wondering what exactly you wanted and
how far you'd go to get it. Well also I wondered if you were a state loyalty
probe at first, which was why I discussed you to my security contact. It was
only when they came back with a full investigation team that I was sure you
were a real resistance infiltrator."
"You thought I was 'the man'?" she was horrified. "Why?"
"Because you were so bad at it," he shook his head. "I was quite sure a real
resistance operative would be a bit less obvious."
She shook her head sadly. "Be that as it may," she sighed. "I tried to betray
you, I got found out, and now I'm going back to your house only this time it's
all honest and legal. So... What will your friends think?"
"They'll probably think I'm an idiot," he shrugged. "Or infatuated or something
like that."
"You're too smart to be thought an idiot by anybody that knows you but if you
were infatuated then you now have the deal of the century," she tried to smile.
"An obedient, no bitching, low maintenance live in girl who can cook. Every
man's dream. Oh and I'm smart and I'm healthy so I've got an unlimited breeding
license rather than the usual 'one only' thing so we could do a family if you
want. Even getting busted for a capital crime doesn't take that away from you."
"Me too," he said, "but with my job where am I going to get the time for a
family? I'd want to be properly involved with my children not just be somebody
who vanishes off to work early and comes home late that they never
see."
"I never did figure what your job really was," she sighed. "I picked you as
being somebody with access to the Citadel, just because that's where you
worked, plus you weren't married or anything."
"You didn't have the security clearance to be told," he shrugged turning into
his apartment block garage. "However now you do. At least that slaver implant
makes you a safe person because if I order you not to reveal my secrets then
you can't. Actually that will make our relationship much easier for me but it
does mean you are going to be stuck with having me complaining about work after
work if you see what I mean."
"OK. I want to know," she said. "Give me the order not to tell so I can
know."
"Dita. Direct Order," he said using the canonical form to trigger a top level
command rather than just a 'get my slippers' kind of thing, "You are not to
divulge any information I may give you or that you may discover about my
person, my job, my private life or my contacts without my express permission
or that of somebody who outranks me in the governmental hierarchy."
"'K. What if somebody official asks something?" she checked.
"Just repeat my order back to them and point out you have a slaver implant for
a capital sentence so it's not negotiable." he said. "All they have to do is
bring in a person that outranks me and my order can be instantly
countermanded."
"But what if it's that needle thing I had before?" she checked.
"Implants beat chemistry," he said reversing into his space. "That's why it's
an implant. Implants are forever."
"They can't just pull it out?" she asked.
"No," he said emphatically. "That would kill you. Pretty immediately. I thought
everybody knew that."
"I thought that was just a scary story put about to stop people trying," she
said getting out of the car. "But it's true?"
"I'm not clear on the medical details but once it's in and sealed up it
installs some wiring to lots of places in your brain," he sighed locking the
car. "That's the bit that does the work and is stronger than brain tissue so it
would do masses of damage if you tried to remove it. That's also why the
expensive one is expensive as it has much more wiring and mustn't do any damage
installing itself. Remember the implant is just put in with a simple machine.
Drill, push in, seal."
"It's under my hair at the back," she said. "They told me to only brush it
lightly and not to comb over it for six weeks or it will turn into a bald
patch."
The lift recognised him and opened. "Makes sense," he said. "Right. I assumed
we could just eat microwavable stuff from the freezer tonight. I think you know
the sort of things I have there. Are you happy with that?"
"Obviously," she agreed. "Um... Alan all I've got for clothes is this prison
suit I'm wearing."
They walked out onto his floor. "That will do for tonight," he said. "I've
booked tomorrow as a day off so I'll go out first thing and buy you something
cheap from the local store and then we'll go shopping in town and get a range
of stuff we agree on."
They were in his apartment. She had visited it twice and now it was going to be
her home. She looked around. She wasn't quite sure of her role now. She was a
servant not a girl friend and if she didn't meet his expectations he was
perfectly at liberty to send her back, so being a good servant was
paramount.
"Alan," she said. "Can I just go to the loo and then will you show me round the
kitchen and stuff so I know where things are. I need to get my head round being
the servant here. I don't want you slipping into treating me like a
guest."
"Deal," he smiled. "We'll talk over dinner."
It was only while she was spooning the simple, ready made dinners from their
cartons onto the plates that Dita realised how hungry she was. She had accepted
the 'nothing by mouth' for twenty four hours before her implant as just usual
medical procedure and the nurse encouraging her to drink water but not offering
food afterwards felt pretty much normal too but when she added it up she hadn't
eaten in the best part of two days now and even cheap supermarket frozen
ready-meals were suddenly looking desperately appetising. Thankfully Alan was
sitting at the table reading so she could slip his plate in front of him and be
ready to start hers at once.
They ate in silence for a few minutes until Alan said "You were asking about my
job. Well I am a sort of trainee. I started out as an engineer, I designed test
equipment, but as a hobby I was interested in history, political history. Well
for complicated reasons the government got interested in me and assessed me and
decided I might, possibly, make a good government official so they called me
into the citadel and they have given me a series of jobs to learn the business
so to speak. I do have a job, a quite important job, but every time I start to
get the feel that I've got what I'm doing sussed and I'm going to be good at it
they move me on again."
"So they want you to be in charge of something?" reasoned Dita.
"I know several other people who are doing the same sort of program," he
shrugged. "So I'm guessing that we are a pool of candidates to be promoted
from. Actually I'm never sure when I get moved if it's just a new training gig
or a real promotion. Certainly my recent jobs have all been pretty complex to
learn and I couldn't have done them without all the steps that went
before."
"Is it more fun than designing stuff?" she asked.
"No," he shook his head. "Frankly it's horrible. Most of my jobs here have
involved deciding how to fix the current bad problems. Then with an
undercurrent of allocating limited resources across a bunch of deserving new
projects. That means having to understand enough about them to know which good
idea just doesn't quite make the cut and what projects can be shaved a bit and
still give most of the desired results so I can keep something else in the
budget."
"So there aren't enough resources for everyone?" she asked.
"Well we've got to the point now where everybody can eat enough and get choice,
everybody gets enough schooling to do a job they'll enjoy and gets medical help
if they get ill," he smiled. "But we have lots of ideas for how to make things
better but we can't afford all of them and do all the upkeep on what we already
have."
So you pick the good ones?" she checked.
"To get up to my level they are already the good ones," he rested his head on a
hand.
"So why can't we have some sort of election?" she asked thinking of the
resistance focus on the people's voice. "So the people you're doing it for get
to choose what they get."
"Democracy is, at best, the tyranny of the majority," he sighed, "and at worst
it is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for dinner. That's the
history that got us into our current state."
"You approve of the 'current state'?" she asked.
He shrugged. "It's probably 'least worst' for a technical society much as we
have at the moment," he sighed. "We are well equipped to do a tyranny, some
sort of dictatorship, but the only people who know enough to implement it are
people like me and we all hate the damn job."
"So what would have happened if the resistance won and we replace you with
elected representatives?" she wanted to know.
He shrugged. "Then the elected representatives would have to do my job and
since they probably made election promises about what they would do those
things would have to come first. Then all the other things would have to be cut
back. And.... And that's assuming they didn't destroy a lot of resources in
taking power."
"Do you think the resistance knows this?" she asked, slightly
horrified.
"Of course they do," he shook his head. "They are not stupid. Well the real
resistance isn't stupid, I'm afraid you ran into one of the stupid
cells."
"So what would have happened if I had subverted you?" she asked.
"If I had given you access to the citadel?" he shrugged. "That's what we wanted
to know. However your leader chose to take that information with him to his
grave. The citadel is only protected because of the information it controls.
Its communications, back-up communications and back-up data mustn't be lost or
we'd have to build everything from scratch again. That wouldn't just be people
not living happy lives that would be people dead. There isn't much margin on
food and medical resources. Remember that it's only just over fifty years since
the last famine where the state took over the last 'free' countries so we could
pump food in."
"Well if the resistance knows this why is there a resistance?" Dita was
perplexed.
"The official resistance is there to try and find people like you and to help
you to resist constructively not destructively," he explained.
Dita blinked. "The 'official' resistance?" she said slowly. "You say that like
it's a government department."
"It is," he said. "When my resistance organisation was penetrated and then
betrayed there was a lot of research done on it and it was decided that the
world needed some sort of resistance for dissenters to concentrate in. Then,
when they analysed the members of the core committee they rated most of us as
the sort of people that would make good senior government officials so we were
denied the simple process of a trial and some sort of sentence and we were put
on accelerated training. So here I am. No implants or chemicals to make it
easier, just lots of hard truths about the hard real world."
"You were 'Core Committee'?" she asked, "But they are the most wanted people in
the world?"
"And we all now work for the government," he sighed. "Because if we didn't the
world would get worse. Our pictures are still up in the post offices to keep
the ideals we worked for alive."
"So has the resistance has taken over the government?" she stared at
him.
"If you mean that a former member of the resistance will probably be the next
first minister," he sighed, "then you are probably right. It would be just a
bit ironic if it was me. Who would suspect that Omega Prime made it to the top
of the government he pledged to overthrow?"
"You were... Are?... Omega Prime?" she spluttered.
"The picture used on the wanted poster is of me as a much younger man," he
sighed.
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