Dystopia Chapter 37

From the Story Arc: Dystopia

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(posted Sunday, September 17, 2006)

“Wake up, prisoner... Wake up!”
“Who-”
“Last name?”
“Where-”
“Last name?”
“You already know my name.”
“Last name, prisoner.”
“Rabinovich.”
“First name and patronym?”
“Aleksander Mikhailovich. Where's Sofia?”
“Year of birth?”
“1967. Where's Sofia?”
“City of birth?”
“Semipalatinsk. Where is Sofia?”
“That is all, prisoner.”
“Huh.”

“Eat, prisoner.”
“What is this?”
“Dinner. Rations and water.”
“Rations?”
“Bread.”
“What? No butter?”

“What is the name of this device?”
“That is my photonic Faraday cage emitter. Where is Sofia?”
“And this device?”
“Electro-magnetic field painter. Is there a point to this?”
“And this one?”
“Emergency transport beacon receiver.”
“Are any of these devices weapons?”
“No. I have no use for weapons, I am not a violent man by nature.”

“What is your occupation?”
“Theoretical physicist.”
“Where do you work?”
“In a laboratory.”
“Where do you work?”
“In my laboratory.”
“Where do you work?”
“My only places of employment are at Paragon City University and the Coalition of Communist Crusaders for the Proletariat in Paragon City.”
“As a theoretical physicist?”
“Of course not.”
“What is your occupation?”
“Professor, researcher, or vigilante. Sometimes all three.”

“What does this do?”
“Bathes any target within 30 meters in a complex series of subatomic particles.”
“What is its purpose?”
“To slow down the target's respiratory system.”
“What is the purpose of that?”
“They run out of breath quicker, decreasing their ability to fight back or otherwise resist arrest.”
“And why do you carry it?”
“Vigilante, remember?”
“Were you planning on arresting anybody?”
“No. Not really.”
“So why do you carry it?”
“Why not?”

“When did you meet your alter ego?”
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“Yes. Just a few... hours? Days ago, I'm guessing. I don't know.”
“You never met him before your recent arrival?”
“First time I saw him was a couple hours before he drugged me.”
“What did the two of you do together?”
“Talked. Walked around. Looked at things.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Physics.”
“Just physics?”
“Just physics.”
“Where did you go?”
“Just around the lab.”
“What did you look at?”
“Experiments. It was a lab.”

“And this one?”
“It turns lead into gold.”
“And this switch?”
“It turns gold into lead.”
“How does it work?”
“It doesn't.”
“So why carry it?”
“To confuse people like you.”
“So you expected to be captured for crimes against the State?”
“I expected to find a sense of humor in this place. Somewhere. Not a single one of you guards have so much as flinched.”
“So you expected to be in this place?”
“...”

“Light's out, prisoner.”
“Already? Can I get some water first?”
“I will bring you some.”
“And some dessert?”
“Good night, prisoner.”
“What're you doing?”
“Swapping the bulb prisoner.”
“I thought you said you were turning the light out.”
“I did.”
“But you aren't...”
“Figure of speech, prisoner.”
“And I'm supposed to sleep with that annoying blue light?”
“I can put back the white bulb...”
“Fine, fine. Get out of here so I can sleep.”

“Wake up, prisoner!”
“Huh?”
“Wake up.”
“Was that even an hour? Why even let me go to sleep if you're just going to wake me up again?”
“Get up, prisoner. Hands behind your back.”
“Behind my back? Afraid of the little old scientist?”
“Hands behind your back. You are to see Comrade Viy.”
“Viy...? As in... Lift the eyelid and eat the soul?”
“Quiet, prisoner. Come along.”
“Poor guy must have been teased mercilessly as a child. No wonder he wound up here... He must hate everybody.”
“Quiet.”
“Hehe... Viy...”