The Dictator

Chapter 2

"The law requires that you make some answer, even if answer is a refusal."

Criminals confessed, Ellaby thought wildly. Is this why criminals confessed? Did the sound of their own voices drive them mad? It seemed such a simple device, and yet ... and yet ... but he could fool it. He couldn"t rush the words out in a quick torrent and: "I don"t have to (I don"t answer that ques) (have to) tion (answer that question.)"

Ellaby--and Ellaby"s echo. "Well, I (well) don"t (I don"t)!" Ellaby blinked more sweat from his eyes. "Mumble (mumble). Sob. (Sob)."

"Relax, Ellaby. You seem upset. Will you read this, please?" the personnel advisor held a card in front of Ellaby"s face.

The words swam, blurred together, fused, were readable and then were not. Ellaby read aloud: "A code (a) of eth (code) ics for (eth) mankind (ethics for mankind)." It was, he realized, the preamble to the const.i.tution. "In the (in) nineteenth (the) centur (nine) y the (nine) common (teenth)"--faster, faster!--"(century the common) c-common man was defended (common man) by enlightened liberalism (man was). In the t-twentieth century (in the t-twen) common man was championed by (tieth century) enlightened liberalism (the common man was). In the twenty-first century (championed by enlightened) the common man a.s.sumed his proper place (liberalism) at the top of society but (in the twenty-first cen) will protect the rights of the (tury the common man) enlightened liberals or any other minority, (a.s.sumed his proper) encouraging them to become (place at the top of) as common as possible (society but will protect the rights of the enlightened liberals or any other minority, encouraging them to become as common as possible).



"Oh G.o.d (Oh)," shouted Ellaby. "Shut (G.o.d) it (shut) off (it) make (off) it (make) stop (it) G.o.d (stop--G.o.d)!"

"Will you agree to answer my question?"

"Anything (anything)! ANYTHING (anything)." Now the playback was a faint whisper. Ellaby found himself hysterically fascinated by it, trying to guess the time-lapse, which varied, trying to guess the volume, which varied. Ellaby"s head slumped forward on his chest. The unfamiliar wetness at the corners of his mouth was drool. Ellaby didn"t quite know it, of course, but he had given himself a very mild and very temporary nervous breakdown.

Two hours later he was asked one question. He answered: "I want to be near the Dictator so I can kill him."

Later, Dorcas Sinclair asked: "What else happened at testing, Ellaby?"

"Take your time," Mulden cautioned. "He looks nervous."

"I know it. I want to find out why."

"After my EEG," said Ellaby softly, "they told me I had too much theta."

"d.a.m.n you!" Dorcas Sinclair swore. "Then you weren"t cleared for top secret?"

"No, I wasn"t. Not at first. Then a strange thing happened. They said I was cleared only for secret and asked me why I wanted to be cleared for top secret."

"You fool!" the woman cried.

"I told them it was because I wanted to work near the Dictator. I didn"t mean to tell them, but--"

The woman shook her head in despair. "Don"t bother finishing," she said. "You can clear out of here, Ellaby. You"re through. Ten years.

Ten years wasted."

"If you wish," Ellaby said mildly. "But you"re missing the most interesting part. They asked me why I wanted to be near the Dictator."

Dorcas Sinclair sucked in her breath sharply. Even Mulden seemed anxious. "You didn"t tell them?" the woman asked in a frantic whisper.

"I"m afraid I did."

"We"ll have to flee the city," the woman told Mulden, ignoring Ellaby now. "If he told them that, he probably named names. I have friends in Hampton Roads--"

"Let him finish," Mulden said. Mulden was looking strangely at Ellaby.

"They didn"t ask me to name anyone in the conspiracy," Ellaby said.

"Unless they could poker very well, they seemed perfectly calm. They said they would make an exception in my case. They would clear me for top secret work. I start tomorrow."

"What"s your job?" Mulden asked eagerly.

"Well, this is the strangest part. I"m to be the Dictator"s confidential a.s.sistant."

"Of course!" Mulden cried. "It makes sense. Don"t you see, Sinclair?

We"re not the only ones. There are others, inside the government, who think it"s time for a _coup_. With their help, Ellaby won"t fail us."

Dorcas Sinclair wasn"t convinced. "Doesn"t it seem peculiar to you that, purely by co-incidence, Ellaby happened to meet these people?"

But Mulden shrugged. "You know the old saw about the gift horse," he said. "Ellaby will go ahead with the plan. Tomorrow, if all goes well, we"ll have a full-scale revolution on our hands. Don"t you understand, Sinclair? The Dictator--a figurehead. There are plenty of people around like us, who don"t want to do things just because everyone else does them, who don"t want to be stamped by the mold of conformity, who don"t want ... but I don"t have to go on. The Dictator is a figurehead, a symbol of power. Destroy him and the whole conforming system comes tumbling down in chaos. You"ll see tomorrow."

It was all beyond Ellaby, who was still weary from the playback ordeals. He took the small, palm-sized blaster from Mulden and slipped it into his tunic. Tomorrow he would a.s.sa.s.sinate the Dictator and suffer the consequences. He almost had in mind to rebel. The people at testing had been very nice--except for those earphones. But the Sinclair woman and Mulden might be able to do as bad--or worse. He"d go through with it.

Under the circ.u.mstances, he slept surprisingly well.

Mulden"s pa.s.sionate parting words still ringing in his ears, Ellaby entered the capitol building. "Someday you and your kind will understand, Ellaby," Mulden had said. "Someday you"ll know what ba.n.a.l really means, and vulgar. Someday--I promise you, someday--the true social perspective will be re-established. It should not be the role in life of the common man, the ma.s.s, the mob, to make the uncommon man as common as possible, but quite the other way around. The other way, Ellaby! Common folk should be given the opportunity to become as uncommon as possible. Otherwise, Ellaby, we"ve reached a dead end.

"Kill him and I promise you this: the whole warped system will come tumbling. A man shouldn"t be forced to conform, Ellaby. Mankind"s greatness stems from lack of conformity. For his own purposes, the Dictator bows to the will of the mob. But he"s surrounded himself, with mediocrity. Without him, what can they do? Without him they"ll go down in weeks, Ellaby. In days!"

The guard, a tall blonde woman who looked like a twenty-over-mode to Ellaby, led him down a long, well-lit corridor. No one had searched him. It would have taken the guard a moment to reach within his tunic, find the blaster and drag him off to the Academy. Other people, nameless people on nameless errands, walked by in the corridor without paying Ellaby any attention.

Was Mulden right? Were there people here, within the building, waiting to help Ellaby?

Ellaby licked his dry lips and kept walking, finding it difficult to keep his legs from trembling. It was as if a nimbus of terror dogged his footsteps, ready to envelope him momentarily. The guard seemed completely unconcerned. She was humming the melody of the latest song-hit, a wonderfully liltingly ba.n.a.l tune which had been on everyone"s lips back in High Falls.

The blonde guard paused before a door in the long corridor. "Here we are," she said.

Ellaby opened his mouth to speak, but gulped in air instead. He felt a weak fluttering in his chest. He had never been so afraid in all his life.

The guard, who was a head taller than Ellaby, glanced down at him.

"You don"t have to be so nervous," she said in a perfectly normal voice. "Everything"s going to be all right."

"You see, it"s a new job and all--"

"Oh, here! Let"s see that blaster."

Ellaby"s heart plunged. He wanted to bolt, to run. She knew. She knew....

He stood there, too weak to move, while the guard reached inside his tunic, found the blaster taped to his chest, wrenched it loose. She took it out, held it up, flipping open the chamber and examined the inside. "All right," she said. "I only wanted to make sure it was loaded."

And she took out a key and opened the door. "He"s inside," she said, and strolled on down the hall.

Ellaby clutched the doorframe for support. He was breathing raggedly now, as if he"d run all the great length of the corridor, sprinting with monsters behind him. He rubbed the shoulder of his tunic against his damp brow and entered the room.

A man Ellaby"s own size was sitting there, viewing a 3D. When he heard Ellaby at the door he got up. He looked very unhappy as Ellaby pointed the blaster at him. He said, "So soon?"

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