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6 years, 11 months ago
"You see Vicki?" says Tor, "Not only does the reply have to be true, it has to be the correct answer as well."
To the Moroks, 'truth' and 'the correct answer' are the same thing. And 'correct' means 'official', 'integrated', 'obedient'.
"Do you understand that all questions are to be fully answered?" asks the computer, "What is your rank? What is your name? Do you have the Governor's permission to approach? Have you a requisition signed by the Governor? What is its reference number?"
'Truth' is defined as the correct answer to all these questions, the correct integration into the imperial system, the correct official position. Legality is what power says it is. And only the state, and its functionaries, have the legitimate right to use violence.
"Withdrawal requisition numbers are fed in from headquarters. It has to tally with the number given," explains Tor.
Systems of oppression run on tallying numbers.
Vicki's response is to rip the front off the machine and start mucking around in its arcane guts.
She reprograms it; forces it to redefine words according to her insurrectionary imperatives.
"What is your name?" it asks.
"For what purpose are the ...
6 years, 11 months ago
"Come in, won’t you?" calls the Doctor, "I’ve been waiting to talk to you."
Koquillion answers the invitation.
"This used to be the Peoples’ Hall of Judgement," remarks the Doctor, regarding the empty chamber sadly, "Fitting, in the present circumstances don’t you think? Mr Bennett, may I remind you that masks and robes such as you are wearing are only used on absolutely ceremonial occasions, hmm?"
Koquillion removes his face. Bennett is beneath.
He explains that he is a murderer.
"I killed a crewmember on the spaceship to Astra. I was arrested. The ship crashed. My crime hadn’t been radioed to Earth. I knew if I could get rid of the other crewmembers..."
"Get rid of the other crewmembers and blame their deaths on the Dido people, hmm?"
"When we crash landed, the inhabitants invited us all to a grand meeting. It was simple. I just arranged an explosive, using the ships armaments. The whole thing went up. All the inhabitants, the crew, the whole race."
"You destroyed a whole planet to save your own skin. You’re insane."
"The girl didn’t know I’d been arrested. When we get back to Earth ...