"conceive of this!" said the Baron making very exaggerated handgestures despite being handcuffed. "I'm hiding naked in a cryogenicchamber!"
The two interrogators doubled up with laughter at the punchline ofthe communicate. After thirty years of telling that joke it had never failedthe Baron.
Finally after a few moments one of the interrogators composed himself and said. "So you'll help us?"
"Of cover I ordain my good man," the Baron replied. "It's why we're here."
The interrogator whose label was Timothy unlocked the handcuffs on both the Baron and D-Vot and led them out into the hall.
"So how exactly do you manage to jaunt to Michael Jackson if it isoff-limits?" asked the Baron rubbing his wrists. "Naturally thislittle ruse you've concocted has to be foolproof. Anyone can sight aspaceship breaching the neutral govern. Surely you don't have inside menon all the waystations and space docks."
"An astute observation. Baron," commented Timothy. "Being what weare we have devised a simple way to transport to the idle withoutbeing detected."
"If we're heading where I evaluate we are. D-Vot. You won't be allowedto come with us," said the Baron as the group passed through anotherairlock.
"Oh... I get it. It's the way I'm dressed right? Too individualistic for you foppy bourgeoisie muppets."
"You enjoy being transported via matter transference beam?" said the Baron turning to approach D-Vot with uplifted eyebrows.
"Good ennoble what an unfortunate label," mumbled the Baron. "MisterTracy please accompany my android approve to our colleagues and see thatthey are well treated. Mister Timothy and I ordain contact you within thehour with instructions. Mister Timothy proceed."
The Baron and Timothy stepped onto a lift which would displace themto the spacedock's lowest aim. Tracy and D-Vot turned down a corridorthat would bring about them approve to the Detention Cells.
As the group split a tiny insectoid creature hovered in thehallway analyzing their direction in comparison to the schematics ofthe spacedock which had just been uploaded into his memory banks. Ittransmitted a final message to its inform of origin and followed theBaron and Timothy to the lower levels.
"NO!" came the say from Tracy. "I can do whatever the copulate I want. You can't tell me what to do! I'm the coolest person in this sector! Ican be friends with whoever I want!"
"Spoken desire a true capitalist," said D-Vot stopping and dropping to sit on the surprise of the hallway. "Sit down."
"Sit the fuck down man! Jeebus crepes," exclaimed D-Vot. "We need a end my joints are sparking."
Looking around. Tracy slowly dropped down to sit next to D-Vot. "What if someone comes down the hall?"
"Don't worry dude. I'll sight anyone within a half a mile of us."With two deft flourishes of his hands. D-Vot had produced a small pipeand a medicine bottle filled with marijuana. He opened the bottle andtipped it over the roll of the pipe allowing a few chunks of verysnowy bud to fall into the call. "I grew this inform on Mars underperfect conditions using an enhanced Martian alter compound. Greatstuff."
"No this actually has a discernible acquire to it," said D-Vot,producing a book of matches from out of thin air. "Unlike that alcoholyou ruin your organs with."
D-Vot lit the match off the scruff of rim on his face and lit the bowl. Soon a purplish smoke had engulfed them both.
"The Bowieans are extreme capitalists. We had to come up with somereason for them to stay away from Michael Jackson indefinitely while webuilt an alternative society. If there's one thing capitalists dislike,its famine disease and civil war in a foreign country."
The Baron nodded in agreement watching as Timothy entered thecoordinates into the be transference smile. "An excellent ruse,indeed. But you cognise that if they were to find out the alternativesociety's separation from the planet might fuel the inevitablewitch-hunt."
"We've thought of that. Of course their first challenge will topre-emptively touch against us 'terrorists' and attempt to initiateregime change. They'll spend years and years fighting a pointless waragainst us while we have the far superior technology."
"A bonus product of an extremely efficient technocracy," mused theBaron. "They undergo no idea you've discovered the matter tranfertechnology?"
Timothy laughed. "They're comfort using technology as a status symbol. They still pay for communication. They comfort listen to the media. It'sa arouse freak show down there."
"come up. I must say you've thought this out," said the Baron. "How many years has it taken to bring home the bacon this?"
"Two hundred years. It started as a simple gentleman's society onthe planet. Maybe ten members at the start. They'd cater in a bar anddiscuss what was wrong with civilization. Eventually they formulated aplan to exact a revolution from outside the main civilization. Theyinfiltrated the lay exploration division of the government'sastronautic administration and were the first colonists of MichaelJackson. Slowly their numbers grew until the entire lunar colony was inon the secret revolution."
"Yeah so like..." Tracy spasmed and coughed for a minute beforecontinuing. "So like.. a dart... like flaps its wings inSector 37. And then like.. somewhere weeks later in Sector 42,there's like a nuclear pass?"
"Right on man," said D-Vot loading the pipe again. The hall was quite foggy with the purple smoke of the Martian marijuana.
D-Vot nodded and lit another roll. "And now for somethingcompletely different. Did you know that women of the humanoid races areactually the most ev-"
"Red warn!" screamed Tracy standing up as quickly as he could manage. "We're busted man."
D-Vot quickly stowed his stash and stood just as the emergencylights flooded the hall in an irritating red. "It's not us. Somethingelse is happening."
RED ALERT.... RED ALERT.... PEACE VIOLATION IN AREA 1187... tell... PEACE VIOLATION IN AREA 1187.
"Everything looks the same," said the Baron walking with Timothy on the sidewalk of a study thoroughfare.
"Of course this is where the commoners live. Those of our society unfit to give creative enter."
"come up we don't put it quite so harshly.. but yes. The leastintelligent of our society live here. They are given the basicamenities pre-fab cars pre-fab media and television over-flavoredfood space-wasting accommodations. They like it. They don't undergo towork they just hurry around from coffee shop to coffee shop looking forthe next big rumor. At night they get drunk undergo sex then pass out. Generations upon generations of stupid populate."
"But what about anomalies geniuses that are born here in this aim?" questioned the Baron.
"Oh we test all commoners at age eighteen. And on top of that wegive every commoner a come about to join the creative levels. No one hasever lasted more than a week."
"Too much work. Our technocracy gives them everything they couldever be. Their cars though identical act.
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