No More Learning

But this was many years ago. Furthermore, the therapy
could be avoided, after the child had repetend its "sins" in
front of a committee of psychologists and social
pedagogues, and his parents had insured, that they would
immediately report Frank's next "crimes", if he would
become noticeable again in this context.
But he never became noticeable again. He always stuck to
the rules until this day; in the kindergarten, the elementary
school and everywhere else. Since his fifth year of life, he
had always been a good boy. No, he was not noticeable at
all. And of course he was no human being with . . subliminal
aggressions". Sometimes in his thoughts or dreams, he beat
up a superior or an administrative coworker, but this was a



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secret and Frank had never talked about his thought crimes.
He was just "normal", as he meant.

Apart from this, it was also the first time that the otherwise
perfectly inconspicuous plattenbau-inhabitant Frank
Kohlhaas had come in contact with an . . automated trial". The
citizen had already heard about this, once in the news,
since it had been introduced by the World Government
three years ago. But the young man could not imagine, what
this strange process really was. But why should a decent
person like Frank think about such things? He had never
become culpable and had nothing to do with criminality.
Therefore, the accused had not the foggiest notion, what
waited for him now and so he wasn't too much concerned
about this citation.

It was probably nothing but a pure formality, circumstances,
which could be clarified. Frank had not hurt anybody and
therefore he also could not be condemned. The young man
had already lost his job, because of the so called
"disturbation of peace at the workplace". There was no
reason to be worried, thought Kohlhaas.
Now the unemployed man absently hit the button . . Voice
Presentation" so that the message was slowly read out by a
computer-animated woman's voice. This was also a
novelty. The administration had introduced the "Voice
Presentation" some years ago, because more and more
citizens of Berlin were illiterate, above all, the younger
generation. So an important official message had always to
be available in read out form.

The rest of this day wasn't very spectacular and the
"automated trail" was already tomorrow. . . Then I will have a
reason to rise", said Frank to himself and grinned cynically.
Shortly afterwards, Kohlhaas tried to call his father to ask
him for some money, but he didn't reach anybody during



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the whole day. Nevertheless, there was some more liquor in
the kitchen. Frank decided to get royally drunk once again,
and fell asleep at midnight. He almost forgot to set his
alarm-clock. . .



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Automated Trial



Although it was August, this morning was very cold and

dark. Frank's neck hurt and he had another headache from

last night's drunkenness. The local juridical complex was

over one hour foot march distant from his apartment block,

but the citizen thought, that it could be a good idea to go

and get some, more or less, fresh air. In addition, he could

fight the aftereffects of his hangover.

He hastily gulped down some toast, swallowed the

dissolvable coffee and examined the label on the plastic can

of the coffee powder.

„Globe Food" was written on it and Frank could see a world

ball. Above the globe was a pyramid with an eye on its top.

At the bottom of the picture was the slogan: „Food for the

people! "

„Amusing symbol! ", murmured Frank into his three-day

beard.

He had never noticed this logo before, although he only

bought his food in the cheap „Globe Food" supermarkets,

which dominated Berlin. Then the thought left his head

again, as fast as it had come.

The unusual cold weather let Frank shiver. A draft of fresh
air blew through the dark stairway and temporary flushed
away even the smell of bad eggs. In front of him, a neighbor
walked down to the exit and Frank considered if he had
seen the face of this man ever before.
The man said something sounding like "Hello! ", but
Kohlhaas wasn't sure. The accused slowly walked forward
and was still dizzy. He briefly looked at the playground in
the yard and beheld some children who were screaming



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with shrill voices in an incomprehensible language. Was it
Turkish? Or Arabic?

When the clock indicated 7. 43, he could already recognize

the outlines of the juridical complex from the distance. It was

a large red building with hundreds of windows and over 30

floors. Dozens of court cells were in front of it, one of them

was waiting for him. The chambers, in which people could

get their "automated trial", were made of a gray metal and

about four meters wide, as Frank guessed from his distant

view.

Three other citizens already stood before them, between

them were some police officers. Slowly he became nervous.

Perhaps this hearing was nevertheless more unpleasantly,

than he had imagined at first.

Now it was necessary to pass an electrical gate, which was

protected by a doorman in a small, brown house. The

official gave Frank a sign to come nearer.

„Come here! ", he called.

The young man ran forward and positioned himself in front

of the entrance of the guardroom.

„Scanchip! ", said the doorman, holding a laser scanner in

his hand. Wordlessly he pulled the Scanchip out of Frank's

hand, without looking at him, and said after a short „beep" of

his code reader: „Court cell 4/211! Hurry up! It is nearly 8. 00

o'clock! If you come too late, it will be just more expensive

for you! "

Frank's heart started to pound faster. Fearfully, he started

to search the court cells, in order to find his number. The

other accused examined him with some brief looks.

„Row 4! Shit! I must hurry up. . . 211. . . ", lamented Frank,

becoming more and more nervous. Meanwhile, only two

minutes remained, till his hearing would start. He began to



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run and with a racing heart and an increasing headache, he

correctly reached his court cell in time.

Gasping for breath, he was welcomed by an electronic

woman's voice: . . Welcome citizen 1-564398B-278843, to

your automated trail! Please enter your culprit number on

the display and press OK! "

Frank pulled the Scanchip out of his trouser pocket, opened

the message menu, and tried to enter his culprit number. A

rarely known panic attacked him now. He looked around,

gasping for breath again.

. . Actually, I don't have to go in this damn metal box,

because I didn't do anything! ", he whispered, but the door

was already open. Frank's hands became sweaty, while he

breathed louder.

In front of him, a weakly lit up metallic hole had opened

itself, which requested him to step forward now.

. . Come in, citizen 1-564398B-278843! Your trial is already

running! ", it resounded from a loudspeaker at the ceiling of

the halfdark chamber. Frank Kohlhaas knew that he had no

chance to refuse the order. It was nevertheless an official

instruction and there was never and in no case room for a

discussion or exception.

He made a step forward and his knees felt more weak with

each passing second. Then a screen flashed. The

"automated trial" against the theoretical delinquent Frank

Kohlhaas took its course.

In large and bright letters, the reproaches could be read on
the screen:

Accusations:

- Massive disturbation at the workplace

- Theoretical aggravated battery



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Frank swallowed and let out a big gush of air. The terribly
sounding woman's voice, as friendly as an unnoticed virus,
began with some remarks. A detailed description of the
progression of events, the listing of witnesses and additional
"sub-charges" followed, for example . . subversive statements
at work" - and some more.

For several minutes, the young man didn't say anything,
and besides, nobody had asked him for his point of view,
only the computer voice was talking, implementing and
accusing.

Frank's former colleagues, Schmidt, Adiguzel and Nyang,
had confirmed the fact, that the young man had refused the
singing of the "One-World-Song" several times and had
even described the text as "nonsens" on 02. 04. 2027.
Production supervisor Sasse had added that the aggressive
mimic and the use of "strong vocabulary" during the
argument in the factory, would be an evidence for Frank's
tendency of "unnecessary analyzing of absolutely justified
instructions" and "subliminal aggressions".
The boss of the production complex had confirmed this too.
Further details followed: legal regulations and regulations
for extended and deeper instructions in the reference to the
list and redefinition of defaults - and more.

"You can be glad that you are my superior, otherwise I
would break you every bone! "

The intention of striking the superior, was more than clearly
proven, in the eyes of the automated court. The difference
between a (in such a way) formulated intention and an
actually implemented act, was relatively small, according to
the modern understanding of law which was oriented
towards psychology and statistics. Further, the probability to
commit this act one day in reality, had also enormously



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increased, because the intention had clearly been
formulated. (Compare: „BMI of calibration of actual,
theoretical and probable behavior" from 02. 10. 2020,
document code: V-LUN-36777192934457656-Z, (89) ")

Frank googled at the screen like a stunned cow, which had
walked against an electrical fence. He was not able to think
that fast, how this computer programme made him to a
potential interference factor, a danger for the order of the
worldwide system, basing on freedom and humanitarianism.
After an hour, the lecture finally came to an end. Now a new
menu appeared on the screen. The woman's voice with the
electronic taste kindly read out the sentences, sounding like
sudden frost in Frank's ears:

„lf you deny the charges, please click on NO! "

"If you admit the charges, please klick on YES! "

Citizen 1-564398B-278843 hesitated, perked his eyebrows

up and tried to arrange his thoughts.

„What is this shit? Tve done nothing wrong, nothing at all!

This whole crap is a bad joke! ", yelled Frank through the

court cell. For a second, he thought about crushing this

damn screen with a kick.

„l will choose NO! I'm innocent! No! I click NO! No

question! ", he screamed angrily.

The accused hammered on the keys in front of him and

selected NO. Now he had to wait. The computer hummed.

. . Loading" could be seen on the screen in bright letters.

Frank felt relieved for a short moment.

„Now that fucking thing knows that I am innocent. I

expressed myself clearly: NO! ", he said grimly. Then he

smiled, a bit exhausted, while the inner tension started to



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die down. Shortly afterwards, he got the answer of the
automated court computer, with metallic sound and cruelly
combined letters on the bright screen:

. . Accused, you selected NO! This means, you deny the
reproaches and assume our juridical system, led by
humanistic principles, not to consider these!
Unfortunately, we must tell you that the selection of the
menu option NO leads, in principle, to an increased
measure of punishment, because it shows the
intransigence of the culprit. . . "

The court decision is loaded. . .

The young man paused, gaped at the screen and cursed
quietly, while his mouth became an astonished, shocked
hole. Frank Kohlhaas' understanding seemed to be
blocked, briefly put on „standby". The data were too large
and too terrible, in order to be able to be processed by his
brain. The biological computer under his skullcap just
seemed to fall into chaos and started to collapse.
Then the gleeful shining screen of court cell 4/21 1 struck in
his face with still more malice. The judgement was
announced:

„Citizen 1-564398B-278843! You are condemned to 5

years of detention in a center for reeducation and

resocialization!

To the reason: In your case, the statistic probability for

theoretical aggravated battery is at 78, 11%!

The statistic probability for prospective subversive

behavior is at 53. 59% in your case! Moreover, the

selection of the menu option NO increases the penalty.

But you can be unconcerned. Meanwhile, there are



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numerous governmental institutions, in which human
beings like you can get modern theraphies on the
highest level of science, in order to begin a happy and
adapted new life in our humanistic society! We thank
you for your understanding! "

Frank's eyes bored into the screen and his ears roared. The
electronic woman's voice resounded in his head like the
echo of an atomic explosion. It became a slimy worm, which
ate its way through his pinna towards his brain.
„5 years of detention? ", stammered the man.
Frank tried to explain himself, that his hearing had deceived
him, but the cruel news were also in front of his eyes.
Unfortunately, both senses could not err. He was
condemned. It was correct.

Still in a condition of shock, the accused hardly noticed,
when the electronic lock engaged behind him, blocking the
court cell automatically. The damnation had been
proclaimed and the trap had sprung. In the first minutes,
Frank was much too perplex to be able to realize this.
The
despair in this early moment was far too big that it could
give room to feelings like hate or rage.

For this procedure, 411. 66 Globes were deducted from
Frank's Scanchip account, what was also mentioned by the
computer voice.

He might behave and wait, until the police officers would
come to arrest him. Then he would be brought to a transport
vehicle, as the computer explained. Citizen 1-564398B-
278843 listened to these further instructions without
showing any emotions. The condition of torpidity was too
serious. Half an hour later, he suddenly jumped up in his
despair, in order to cry. But a strange weakness had



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captured his mind and after a short emotional outburst,
Kohlhaas crept into a dark corner and waited.
. . Perhaps it is just a misunderstanding? It could surely be
cleared up! ", it temporarily flared up in his mind. "I must talk
to the officials. They can. . . can help me, to find a solution.
The computer must have erred. "

When two policemen arrived at the court cell, about one

hour later, they already heard Frank complaing from a

distance.

J think, that is the loudest guy today! ", sneered a

policeman.

"He has a real big mouth! ", said the other.

The steel door of the dark court chamber opened and

offered a sorry sight to the policemen. But it was not a

picture, which was strange to them. Outbreaks of accused

people after automated trials, were nothing new for them.

They brought Frank to one of the vehicles. . .



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Big eye



The transport to „Big Eye", one of the largest and most

modern high safety prisons in the entire administrative

sector . . Central Europe", did not last for a long time, but it

seemed to go on forever for Frank. Mentally absent, like hit

by an arrow full of narcotic poison, he stared vacantly into

space.

The police officers ignored him and talked most of the time

about a new TV show, called „The Little Whisperer", where

children could win prices if they uncovered "subversive

behavior" among their relatives or neighbors.

Actually, the young man had planned to address the police

officers, to tell them that everything was just a judicial error,

but he did not do it. And they did not seem to have any

interest to make some small talk with him.

After a while, the outlines of an enormous prison complex

appeared on the horizon. This was „Big Eye". Frank had

once seen a report on television about this institute, where

only happy and healed . . patients" (this was the official

designation) were shown to the people. Now he was on the

way there.

The building was surrounded by high concrete walls, which

were provided with barbed wire and watchtowers. It had

several floors and on an outside wall, the prisoner

recognized the strange symbol, he had already seen before

on the label of his coffee powder glass.

A pyramid with an eye on its top. The sign looked somehow

differently than the escutcheon of the "Globe Food" chain of

stores, but nevertheless, the similarity was clear. „Big Eye" -

the great eye. Nobody could escape from its view! ", thought

Frank, driven by fear. He should be right.



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The patient finally left the transporter and the officers did not
have to become rough this time. He followed them, was
silent and accepted all their instructions like being on drugs.
Dress order, behavioral code, sleeping time. He hardly
heard on all the talk, musing about the rising nightmare
around him.

If he listened or not, was quite immaterial. He should remain
here for five long years, according to an official court
decision, and had therefore time enough to internalize the
routine of the day to the smallest detail. After Frank had
undressed, he received a white shirt and white trousers, just
as white trainers.

„You will get a new set every week! ", explained one of the
attendants. „Follow me now, citizen 1-564398B-278843!
From now on, you are called "Patient 111-F-47" in this
institute! Do you understand this? " Frank answered with a
nod and followed the man.

„Now go with the execution officials, they will bring you to
your cell in block F. Don't make problems! "
The new prisoner was lead many stairways up to one of the
highest floors of the prison complex. Internally broken, he
stared at the ground, but even in his lethargic state of
shock, he noticed that nothing could be heard from the other
prisoners. No discussions, no crying or any other sound. It
was oppressing. The long corridors of „Big Eye" were
uncanny quiet and all the numbered cell doors were made
of extremely thick steel. The cell with the number 47, in
block F, was provided for Frank. He tried to explain himself,
that everything was nothing but a nightmare. It could not be
real and soon he would wake up, in order to enjoy the
stench from his stairway at first. He would run out of his
apartment and loudly yell over the corridor: „Nice, that you
are here, stench! "



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Yes, he would do it, because this prison could only be a
cruel vision in the depths of his mind, and in the next
moment this scenario would just split like an unpleasant
thought. But it was not like that.

„1 1 1-F-47! Here we are! This is your cell! ", one of the
execution officials suddenly said. The sturdy man with the
brown mustachio and the sharp-edged cheek bone entered
an access code and the cell door opened.
„ln there, 111-F-47! ", he grunted.

In this second, clarity returned to Frank's mind again. The
young man abruptly realized, that he would spend the next
five years in this room. This let his sanity splinter like glass.
He broke down and lost consciousness.

After an indefinite time, Frank came round again. Waked up

by a blazing neon light, which penetrated his lids. He was

still dazed, felt sick and the glow stabbed in his skull like a

sharp spear.

„Wake up, patient 111-F-47! ", said a voice somewhere in

the room.

„Wake up, patient 111-F-47! ", it resonated again. Frank

layed with his back on a light gray plank bed of pleather and

his headache returned with a vengeance.

„Wake up, patient 111-F-47! " Again and again and again.

The head of the young man hurt, as if somebody had put it

into a vice, he was hungry and felt tired and frail.

„l_eave me alone! ", he begged and tried to turn away from

the sharp light, but it was impossible.

„Patient 111-F-47! Listen! ", it resounded from the ceiling of

the cell.

Frank sat down on the edge of the plank bed and held the

hands over his eyes. „What do you want from me? ", he

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. . Welcome to your holo cell, patient 111-F-47! Don't be
scared! You are in a mental hospital and we want to help
you! ", told the metallic woman's voice from the loudspeaker.
. . This new holo cell is a part of your therapy, patient 111-F-
47! We use these mechanisms here in „Big Eye", helping
you to regain the path of the adapted citizen. In this holo
cell, all outlines just blur; it is unlimited, like our "One World",
whose happy citizen you will be after your healing, patient
111-F-47!

Trust us and our newest therapy. Developed by
philanthropists, in order to help people. This cell contains
the freedom, because it does not know borders. It is your
freedom to heal yourself, the freedom of your mind which
will learn with our help! "

Frank Kohlhaas still held his hurting head. This light was
intolerable and it should still last weeks, until he had got
halfway accustomed to its sharp brightness. Finally, he
examined his new home. The room had a size of perhaps
hundred square meters, maybe it was a bit smaller. Frank
could hardly see the outlines of the walls or the cell door,
because of the bright, white light.

The glow was terrible and it penetrated his brain completely.
Even if Frank screwed up his eyes, this unnatural brightness
besieged his barricaded head persistently like an army.
Frank's headache became stronger. Then he just vomited
on his plank bed and crept into a corner.
. . Patient 111-F-47! Do you hear us? You are in a holo cell!
Do you understand this? If so, then lift your hand! ",
demanded the loudspeaker energetically.
The sick man signaled the fact that he had understood and
still huddled in the corner. In the cell were no things, only
the plank bed and a toilet at the opposite wall. Otherwise,
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„You will get one hour of reeducation, twice a day! ",
explained the unnatural voice from the upper corner of the
room. „The first reeducation hour begins in 30 minutes,
patient 1 1 1 -F-47! Get ready! "

Frank was overtaxed with this situation and dug his face,
still hiding in the corner, behind his knees. He tried to think
about nothing and would have done everything to switch
that light off. But this was not within his power. As nothing in
„Big Eye" was within his power.

He was nothing but a white mouse here, a small laboratory
rat in a cage, that had to endure everything the sadistic
inventors of this so called „mental hospital" had invented.
Shortly afterwards, the reeducation hour began, whereby
the loudspeaker intensively explained 111-F-47 the reasons
for his „therapy" again. It said, that they wanted to make a
„good human being" of Frank. „A human being, which is
human, by overcoming its humanity! "
The brainwash lasted a whole hour, while the light burned
and hurt more and more. Occasionally, the prisoner lost
orientation, because the sharp light was like a white nebula.
Frank tried to fight the pain in his head, but he was at this
cell's mercy. Furthermore, he was in the hands of the cruel
blaze and the metallically sounding talk of this steel
computer woman, that tormented him.
„l can't stand this insanity for two weeks! ", said Frank to
himself and winced. „l want it to stop! Please, God! ", he
whined.

But God didn't hear him. The acoustic insulation of the holo
cell was much too perfect, deep down in the prison complex
„Big Eye". If Frank had a God here, then it was him or her or
it, the thing behind the loudspeaker. At night, at 22. 00
o'clock, the sharp light was switched off. The whole room
suddenly became dark then. So pitch-dark that even the
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the hand before his eyes anymore and in his head, the
aftereffects of the blinding blaze jumped around as manifold
colors. There was only extreme brightness or extreme
darkness in this cell. Whoever had developed the concept of
this instrument of torture, knew exactly, that this cruel form
of conditioning could transform even the unruliest man to a
willing slave, within only a short time. And so the first days
in „Big Eye" slowly passed, leaving countless deep scars in
the mind of the young man. But there was no escape. No
possibility to flee, no rescue by God. Only the devil seemed
to be interested in „Big Eye" - probably he had even
designed this hell on earth.

„Stand tall, patient 111-F-47! Here in „Big Eye" is no quarrel
among the inmates, there are no rebellions and no
annoyance - everyone remains for himself, during the entire
term of imprisonment. You, 111-F-47, are one of the first ill
human beings, who have the luck, to receive a therapy in a
holo cell. We are happy for you, that the computer-assisted
selective procedure has chosen you for this room.
Behave willingly, be flexible and learn to respect the rules of
the system! Not every patient here has the luck, to be
healed a holo cell. You are one of the prototypes. Support
the developers of this new form of healing, by helping your
therapy to success! ", it resounded through the room one
morning.

On other days, patient 111-F-47 was explained, how
important it was to believe everything the media told him.
How necessary it was, to free human beings from their
instincts, to format and reprogram their minds so that they
could overcome all their natural instincts. Furthermore, how
inevitable the sedation of human beings was, so that they
could reach a state of happiness. How important



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consumption and maximization of profit were, for a
functioning society.

In these long weeks of isolation, the strange artificial days
and the black unnatural nights, it was Frank's largest
concern, not to go insane. The isolation, the boredom and,
above all, the haunting light had soon transformed him into
a pathetic creature. He often thought about his father and
his sister, the only members of his family, who were still
there. Frank's mother had died three years ago, he had
loved her very much and with her death he had lost not only
his biological mother, but also his best friend, his closest
reference person in this world. The time after her death had
been hard. Now, nobody was left to talk to.
To his father, Rainer Kohlhaas, who lived in the eastern part
of Berlin, Frank had had only irregular contact. Rarely, too
rarely, he had visited him so far, if he was honest. But
Rainer Kohlhaas was an unemotional, taciturn man, and
each discussion with him was laborious.
Frank and Rainer had frequently argued in former times.