"
„Then you want to establish your own little surveillance state
here, isn't it?
„Then you want to establish your own little surveillance state
here, isn't it?
Orwell - 1984
", he spat out.
„lfs the usual propaganda", said Frank and went into the
kitchen. „Calm down, Alf! Don't risk a heart attack. . . "
Baumer still grumbled for a while and finally followed Frank.
He stood before his fellow and raised the forefinger.
„Today John comes back from Minsk", he said. „We must
talk to Wilden, so that he tells us, where we can live here in
the near future. "
. . Living together with you? Then I will give you the
prohibition to watch TV! ", answered Frank with a smile.
. . Don't make me angry, little boy! ", hissed Baumer, grinned
villainously and made some boxing movements toward his
interlocutor.
The discussion with the leader of the group was short and
factual. Wilden told them that they could move into another
vacant house at the further end of Ivas. It was an incredible
hovel, but at least, it had an old wood fired oven and the two
men could even get some electricity for the barrack.
When Frank and Alf returned to their provisional home, they
met a probably 45 years old man in a cord sweater,
unloading some crates from a shabby, white combi-van.
With him was a beautiful young woman with long fair hair,
which she had tied up to a queue. John and the woman
welcomed them.
„Oh, who are you? Allow me, I'm John Thorphy! ", he
introduced himself.
. . Julia Wilden! ", added the blonde and smiled.
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„Alfred Baumer, we don't know each other yet", answered
Alf.
„Eh. . . Frank Kohlhaas! ", said the young man.
John Thorphy had a strong English accent, which, however,
clarified the question of his origin only superficially.
„We lived in your house. Thank you again. We have been
freed, straight from prison", explained Alfred.
„No problem! ", replied John and continued to unload his car.
„rm sure that my father has organized everything correctly",
said Julia and examined Frank with an inquiring look.
„And how was it. . . ? " Frank tried to begin a conversation.
„How was what? ", asked the young woman and stroked with
her fingers through the blonde hair. Then she beheld
Kohlhaas again.
"Where you have been. . . I mean. . . your trip. . . ? "
"Nice! ", returned Julia.
„The man is. . . eh. . . John. . . an Englishman? ", asked Frank.
„No, and he does not like Englishmen! ", he heard from Julia.
John is an Irishman. Don't talk with him about England or
even Englishmen. . . "
"It was just a question", said Frank and looked unconfidently
at the young beauty.
"Okay, all questions have been answered. Now you can
help us to unload the van", said Fraulein Wilden and kept a
straight face.
„No problem! ", answered Baumer and waved Frank nearer.
In the following weeks, Frank and Alf had a lot of work to do.
Necessary renovations in their new home waited for them,
and furthermore, Wilden gave them some more tasks, in the
name of the community. Kohlhaas became acquainted with
some of the other villagers and thought that most of them
could stand him - more or less. However, a few still faced
him with distrust and avoided to talk to the young man.
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Nevertheless, the fact that he had been in a holo cell,
caused a mixture of compassion and respect in many of the
villagers.
Julia Wilden mostly just ignored him and didn't seem to
seek his proximity. He rarely saw her, even when he
unusually often walked past Mr. Wilden's house, although it
was located in a side road.
„She looks good, but she is „Misses Important", the
daughter of the great boss. . . ", thought Frank sometimes.
"She thinks that she is better than the rest here and she
obviously doesn't trust me very much. "
Frank was right. Julia Wilden and also the young Sven
belonged to those villagers, who avoided the contact with
him.
But Kohlhaas tried to understand the behavior of these
people. They didn't knew him and he had only come to this
strange place, because of luck and coincidence. What
should he expect now?
Prison or even liquidation would wait for them all, if he
would prove himself as a blabber or a safety risk. So the
fear of the unknown man wasn't unjustified. But Alfred
Baumer and Thorsten Wilden seemed to like him. The
village boss took every opportunity, to explain to him any
political and historical facts. He started with world history,
from the ancient cultures of the Indogermanics, over
Alexander the Great, up to the present. Sometimes,
however, even everything at the same time.
„They could have used Wilden for the reeducation hours in
the holo cell, apart from the fact, that he preaches the
converse theses. Nevertheless, he talks even more than
that computer! ", said Frank to Alf once.
Baumer admired the former entrepreneur, because of his
universal knowledge about politics and history, but this time,
he had to laugh about Frank's statement. So the days,
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weeks and months passed in monotonousness. Often some
of the villagers disappeared for a while. Occasionally, even
one of the three small transport aircrafts left its hideout, in
order to fly somewhere and to come back again a few days
later.
The airplanes were always hidden under camouflage nets
or in large, old barns. Although it was not illegal to own
them, since they had been duly registered, caution was the
first rule in Ivas.
In the meantime, Frank and Alf were working hard, in order
to make their house more habitable. Wallpapers were
procured over many detours, because there were no more
shops in the periphery of many kilometers, which got such
articles. At least, the most important rooms could be
renovated.
Similar difficulties also appeared with the building materials,
which had often to be taken from the other vacant houses,
for example intact bricks to repair the leaky roof. It was a
long and toilsome work, but the two men became friends
along the way.
There was still only a very old wood fired oven in the biggest
room of the house and both men became a bit nervous,
when the thought about the coming winter of the year 2028.
At the end of the month, Frank's sleep disturbances
suddenly came back. He had scary nightmares, in which the
cruel light of the holo cell tortured him again, and also Mr.
Madness returned.
Sometimes in these dreams, this strange man talked, and
Frank was surprised that his voice was high and shrill.
Baumer often woke him up, when he flailed or talked while
he was sleeping. It was weird. Right now, where peace had
entered his life, compared to the time in „Big Eye" even the
idyl, the bad memories came back. Kohlhaas had thought,
that the pain in his mind was over - but he was wrong. . .
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One day in August, HOK stood in front of the entrance door
on an early morning and asked Alf for Frank. Kohlhaas sat
in the provisionally furnished kitchen and came to the door
after a few minutes.
„Good morning, Frank! Please come with me, immediately! ",
said HOK with a sad face.
. . What's up? ", asked Frank with an uncomfortable feeling
deep inside.
. . Hurry up! Just come with me! ", answered the computer
specialist and spreaded a disastrous atmosphere.
Shortly afterwards, the two men went to HOK's house and
Frank hardly noticed the warm and bright autumn sun,
which stroked the little village on this day. HOK ran to his
untidy office and sat down in front of his computer.
. . Please take a seat, Frank! ", hummed HOK. „And try to stay
calm, with all, I will say to you now! "
„Tell me, what has happened? ", claimed Frank with a
mixture of impatience and deep concern, because HOK's
countenance let expect nothing good.
„l have examined your old Scanchip. I meant no harm by it,
but it is an order of Wilden, concerning each new person
that comes into our village. It is a safety precaution. The
Scanchip is examined for suspicious sub-datas and cross
references. I penetrated an internal data server and studied
some not public informations, which are automatically
collected about every citizen in the sector . . Central Europe"
by authorities or secret services. These sub-datas contain
many informations about a citizen's life. Of course, the
ordinary people don't know anything about their existence.
Okay, I have the skill to look for all this stuff. Let's see. . . "
„Aha. . . ", answered Frank with a complete lack of
understanding.
„An usual Scanchip has about 500 internal sub-datas and
cross references, which can't be read by the owner,
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because they are only for the authorities", explained HOK
hastily.
Frank's brain was tormented again with some technical
terms of the computer language, although HOK tried to
explain everything understandably for the layman.
The sub-datas of each Scanchip contain a fulness of
informations, for example:
- Behaviour analysis at the workplace
- State of health, for the further economic utilization
- Income
- Consument behaviour statistics
- Social compatibility
- Subversive statements at the telephone, on the internet. . .
- Family members and relatives
- Reactions on political propaganda and advertising
- Religious faith
- Friends and acquaintances
- Frequentcy of contacts to friends and acquaintances
- Sexual behavior
There are still hundreds of further informations and details,
but I think you know, what we are talking about", said HOK.
„And now? What's wrong? ", asked Frank quizzically.
Just wait! ", answered HOK. „l have to look for some special
things. For example, if there is an entry like: JOS" (informer
of the state) or „ROP" (receiver of official privileges) - what
would mean, that you are an informer - or you have been it
once. "
„What do you want from me? Tim no informer, man! ",
screamed Frank.
„You don't have anything to do with such things! Your old
Scanchip is clean, don't worry! ", calmed him HOK.
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„This is not the problem. . . ", he continued. „We must be very
careful and everybody in Ivas has to endure this process!
"
„Then you want to establish your own little surveillance state
here, isn't it? ", gnarled Frank angrily.
„No, we do not want that! ", replied HOK and seemed to feel
ashamed.
„l looked at the cross references, concerning your family
members and your relatives. I'm sorry, this didn't belong to
my tasks and I must excuse myself for that", murmured
HOK sheepishly and stared at his keyboard.
„And then you pretend to fight against the World
Government! Maybe these guys were also just bored, and
so they decided one day, to spy out all the other people! ",
grumbled Kohlhaas.
"I'm sorry! Really! " HOK tried to calm down his angry guest.
. . Unfortunately, I have noticed something terrible on your
Scanchip: Rainer Kohlhaas is your father, right? And
Martina Gunther, born Kohlhaas, your sister, isn't it?
Nico Gunther your nephew. . . ? "
. . What's up with them? ", asked Frank excitedly.
„The Scanchips of Rainer Kohlhaas and Martina Gunther
are shut down. Their citizen numbers will be assigned to
other people in the near future. . . ", spoke HOK quietly.
"What? ", Frank winced.
„On the Scanchip of your father, there is an arrest note on
09. 04. 2028. At the beginning of June 2028, it has finally
been shut down. As additive there is a footnote: "ODOA"
(official deactivation by official arrangement) and further
„CSO" (citizen switched off). He has been liquidated! ",
explained HOK.
. . What? ", cried Frank in pain.
„lt's the same in the case of your sister. She was first
arrested, and then liquidated. Your nephew. . . " HOK was
interrupted.
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„What? What's up with Nico? ", gasped Frank with fright in
his eyes. "Tell me what. . . "
„He is registered here as an "orphan in national care". So he
is still alive! " The computer scientist didn't dare to look in
Frank's direction.
But it didn't work. The young man was speechless with
terror and sank back on the chair. He struggled for air and
tried to shake off the claws of horror that griped his throat
and took his breath away. But it was impossible.
Within a few seconds, he fell into a black hole of despair
and ran crying out of the house of the computer scientist. All
the distress and the fear had returned now. They had
spared him in the last months, to come back in this second
in their whole, dark size.
In the next days, Frank hardly left his sleeping room. Alf
tried to explain to him, that the arresting of relatives or
family members was used by the system, to lure
disappeared offenders out of their hideouts, to make them
ring up at home, while the telehone call was bugged, or to
make them even visit their old homes. But Frank just told
him to back off.
Now the scary nights returned and the mental terror, the
holo cell had kindled in his mind, crawled around him in the
darkness, arm in arm in old unity with the new horrors.
Again, the young man thought about following his parents
and his sister to the netherworld, he mused about
terminating his hopeless existence, but Alf stopped him from
doing such things and cared for Frank as good as he could.
When September brought the autumn to Ivas, Frank was
afflicted by a strange dream one night. He could no longer
completely remember each detail, when he woke up again
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on the next morning with a bad headache, but the most
pictures remained in his memory.
He was a spectator in an hall, which looked very similar to a
court room. In front of him were the judge desk and the
dock, and only this place was lit by a lamp. The rest of the
room remained in a hazy twilight, also the seat rows of the
spectators, on which Frank sat alone. In front of the dock
were two persons and Frank could not exactly recognize,
who it was, because he saw only their backs. Behind the
judge desk was no human being, it was rather a shadow or
a ghost.
"The negotiation starts! ", called the shade. „Be quiet please!
Today, we talk about the following criminal case: The
politics against Mr. Rainer Kohlhaas and Mrs. Martina
Gunther, born Kohlhaas. "
The two accused turned around and gave Frank a fearful
look. It were his father and his sister. Now they turned
around to the judge again, because he began with his
remarks. The spectator nervously stared at the ghost and
tried to decipher the name on the plate, which was on the
desk in front of him. Only after an arduous staring, Frank
was able to recognize that there was no name. The only
words on the plate were "The Politics". Now the judge read
out the charges and began with the interrogation.
J will start with you, Mr. Rainer Kohlhaas", he said with a
glowering, deep voice. „Can you remember, that you have
ever cared about the important facts around me? "
„Well, I have already been concerned with you, if it had
something to do with my life", stammered Rainer Kohlhaas.
„Can you describe that more exactly? ", asked the judge.
„Thus, I watched TV and read the newspapers", Rainer
Kohlhaas tried to explain.
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„And you, Mrs. Martina Gunther? Did you have ever
seriously worried about me? ", grumbled the shady judge
with a threatening voice.
. . Perhaps not enough. Only sometimes. I was too busy,
most of the time. My job was full of stress and so I had other
things on my mind than thinking about you. . . ", replied
Frank's sister sheepishly.
„And it was the same in your case, Mr. Kohlhaas? ",
resented the judge angrily.
,,1'm sorry, but if Tm honest, I have just worked all my life,
and have primarily cared about myself. It was a constant
struggle to survive and to make money. And finally, there
has been no more time to think about any politics",
explained Rainer Kohlhaas ruefully.
„And you really think, that was enough? That you could just
ignore me in all these years? ", hissed the ghost.
"Please forgive us, Mr. Judge! Today, we know that we
have made a big mistake! But we still have watched the
news on television. . . ", Rainer Kohlhaas tried to justify
himself.
"Yes, I did the same! ", agreed Martina.
"And you think, it was sufficient, if others talked about me
and you just parroted their slogans? Why didn't you think
about me for yourself? ", asked the shadow reproachfully
and stared at them.
"Forgive us, Mr. Judge, but we viewed many other things in
our life as more important, than caring about politics! ",
lamented the two accused, full of sorrow.
Suddenly Frank appeared at another place in his dream. A
disgusting stench became noticeable to him at first. It
crawled over the ground right into his nostrils. He was on a
great field that extended till the horizon, and only some
mountains were recognizable, somewhere in the far
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distance. Now he saw, what covered this field. It were
corpses. Hundreds, thousands, millions. They terribly stank
and rotted. The grey, dead skin of the bodies was shrunken,
and larvae, maggots and worms crept out of the mouths and
eye sockets of the dead.
This graveyard was gigantic, it was full of men, women,
children - some had died lately, others were already putrid
and had become skeletons.
Frank had to be careful, trying not to slip and fall by walking
on this carpet of bones and rotting flesh, because the sea of
the dead seemed to be endless and it filled the plain till the
horizon. The young man simply went straight ahead for
some hours and he was scared of this terrible environment.
But the plain still extended and was still covered with
countless corpses. Then he suddenly recognized, that the
mountains in front of him were gigantic piles of skulls.
Millions of skulls, towering up, to create an atrocious picture.
Frank walked through the land of the dead and when he
already thought, that he would never find a way out of this
terrible world, he suddenly heard a voice.
„Frank Kohlhaas! ", it resounded from somewhere far
beyond. The dreamer went to the place, from which he had
heard the voice and could soon recognize a dark spot that
continued to grow, the nearer he came. Then he saw that it
was the shadowy man, the eerie judge, who called him.
J am the politics, Frank Kohlhaas! Nice going, my boy! Now
you have found me! Here they are! ", said the ghost and
pointed at the ground.
There lay Rainer Kohlhaas, his father, and Martina Gunther,
his sister. Both had been killed with a headshot and their
bodies were rotting, while maggots crawled over their faces.
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"Mark my words, Frank Kohlhaas! If you don't care
about politics, politics will care about you one day! ",
shouted the judge.
Frank startled up and could not sleep anymore for the rest
of the night. . .
The rest of the year 2028 passed without any changes in
the life of the young man. The winter in Lithuania was really
unpleasant and very cold, and there was no sign of that
global warming, the international media had proclaimed in
2011, in order to justify coercive measures and further
restrictions of civil rights.
Frank's fear, his sleep disturbances and his depressions
still came in waves and particularly in these dark winter
months he had to suffer.
Wilden and the other villagers had given him a lot of tasks,
he had to do for the community. And this was good,
because it diverted him. During autumn, the fields around
Ivas were harvested by the inhabitants and the yields were
made winterproof, like in old times.
All this was also a new ground for Frank, since he had only
eaten the cheap food of the big agrarian companies so far.
Moreover, Alf and he renovated the old house, but they
progressed slowly. Apart from this, the young renegade was
not yet ready to join the group of rebels - if it were rebels at
all.
Except for talking, Frank hadn't noticed any considerable
rebellion, although Wilden told him everything about politics,
without having a break.
His daughter didn't seem to think a great deal of him and
Frank was sure that she still distrusted him too. But at least,
he had aroused her compassion. . . Nevertheless, ti is
something! ", thought Kohlhaas.
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When it was stormy outside and the ice rain pattered
against the still leaky windows, when it was dark and cold,
Frank felt lost. Even if Alf was in the next room, looking for
some new informations on the Internet. Sometimes
Kohlhaas heard him rant and sometimes Baumer jubilated.
„ls this my life for the next decades? ", he occasionally asked
himself. „ls this my fate? Hanging around in this dump in
Lithuania, with this gang of so called freedom fighters? "
If he saw the face of his father and his sister in front of his
inner eye, if he thought about the holo cell and about the
fact, that his little nephew was raised somewhere in an
institute for brainwashing, while his sister, who had never
done something wrong in her life, was rotting in a mass
grave, he was fuming with rage.
„Alf, what is the meaning of the symbol of the "Red Moon"
groups? Please explain it to me again? ", he asked his fellow
one evening.
„l already answered that question! ", remarked Alf, who
wanted to go to bed.
„l want to know it - exactly! ", said Frank with a black look,
which even caused some respect in Alf.
„Well, it is an old cult symbol. The "bloody moon" or „blood-
moon". The old Celts, just as many other people of the
ancient times, knew this mystical indication. In the winter, it
was more important than everything else.
„lfs the usual propaganda", said Frank and went into the
kitchen. „Calm down, Alf! Don't risk a heart attack. . . "
Baumer still grumbled for a while and finally followed Frank.
He stood before his fellow and raised the forefinger.
„Today John comes back from Minsk", he said. „We must
talk to Wilden, so that he tells us, where we can live here in
the near future. "
. . Living together with you? Then I will give you the
prohibition to watch TV! ", answered Frank with a smile.
. . Don't make me angry, little boy! ", hissed Baumer, grinned
villainously and made some boxing movements toward his
interlocutor.
The discussion with the leader of the group was short and
factual. Wilden told them that they could move into another
vacant house at the further end of Ivas. It was an incredible
hovel, but at least, it had an old wood fired oven and the two
men could even get some electricity for the barrack.
When Frank and Alf returned to their provisional home, they
met a probably 45 years old man in a cord sweater,
unloading some crates from a shabby, white combi-van.
With him was a beautiful young woman with long fair hair,
which she had tied up to a queue. John and the woman
welcomed them.
„Oh, who are you? Allow me, I'm John Thorphy! ", he
introduced himself.
. . Julia Wilden! ", added the blonde and smiled.
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„Alfred Baumer, we don't know each other yet", answered
Alf.
„Eh. . . Frank Kohlhaas! ", said the young man.
John Thorphy had a strong English accent, which, however,
clarified the question of his origin only superficially.
„We lived in your house. Thank you again. We have been
freed, straight from prison", explained Alfred.
„No problem! ", replied John and continued to unload his car.
„rm sure that my father has organized everything correctly",
said Julia and examined Frank with an inquiring look.
„And how was it. . . ? " Frank tried to begin a conversation.
„How was what? ", asked the young woman and stroked with
her fingers through the blonde hair. Then she beheld
Kohlhaas again.
"Where you have been. . . I mean. . . your trip. . . ? "
"Nice! ", returned Julia.
„The man is. . . eh. . . John. . . an Englishman? ", asked Frank.
„No, and he does not like Englishmen! ", he heard from Julia.
John is an Irishman. Don't talk with him about England or
even Englishmen. . . "
"It was just a question", said Frank and looked unconfidently
at the young beauty.
"Okay, all questions have been answered. Now you can
help us to unload the van", said Fraulein Wilden and kept a
straight face.
„No problem! ", answered Baumer and waved Frank nearer.
In the following weeks, Frank and Alf had a lot of work to do.
Necessary renovations in their new home waited for them,
and furthermore, Wilden gave them some more tasks, in the
name of the community. Kohlhaas became acquainted with
some of the other villagers and thought that most of them
could stand him - more or less. However, a few still faced
him with distrust and avoided to talk to the young man.
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Nevertheless, the fact that he had been in a holo cell,
caused a mixture of compassion and respect in many of the
villagers.
Julia Wilden mostly just ignored him and didn't seem to
seek his proximity. He rarely saw her, even when he
unusually often walked past Mr. Wilden's house, although it
was located in a side road.
„She looks good, but she is „Misses Important", the
daughter of the great boss. . . ", thought Frank sometimes.
"She thinks that she is better than the rest here and she
obviously doesn't trust me very much. "
Frank was right. Julia Wilden and also the young Sven
belonged to those villagers, who avoided the contact with
him.
But Kohlhaas tried to understand the behavior of these
people. They didn't knew him and he had only come to this
strange place, because of luck and coincidence. What
should he expect now?
Prison or even liquidation would wait for them all, if he
would prove himself as a blabber or a safety risk. So the
fear of the unknown man wasn't unjustified. But Alfred
Baumer and Thorsten Wilden seemed to like him. The
village boss took every opportunity, to explain to him any
political and historical facts. He started with world history,
from the ancient cultures of the Indogermanics, over
Alexander the Great, up to the present. Sometimes,
however, even everything at the same time.
„They could have used Wilden for the reeducation hours in
the holo cell, apart from the fact, that he preaches the
converse theses. Nevertheless, he talks even more than
that computer! ", said Frank to Alf once.
Baumer admired the former entrepreneur, because of his
universal knowledge about politics and history, but this time,
he had to laugh about Frank's statement. So the days,
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weeks and months passed in monotonousness. Often some
of the villagers disappeared for a while. Occasionally, even
one of the three small transport aircrafts left its hideout, in
order to fly somewhere and to come back again a few days
later.
The airplanes were always hidden under camouflage nets
or in large, old barns. Although it was not illegal to own
them, since they had been duly registered, caution was the
first rule in Ivas.
In the meantime, Frank and Alf were working hard, in order
to make their house more habitable. Wallpapers were
procured over many detours, because there were no more
shops in the periphery of many kilometers, which got such
articles. At least, the most important rooms could be
renovated.
Similar difficulties also appeared with the building materials,
which had often to be taken from the other vacant houses,
for example intact bricks to repair the leaky roof. It was a
long and toilsome work, but the two men became friends
along the way.
There was still only a very old wood fired oven in the biggest
room of the house and both men became a bit nervous,
when the thought about the coming winter of the year 2028.
At the end of the month, Frank's sleep disturbances
suddenly came back. He had scary nightmares, in which the
cruel light of the holo cell tortured him again, and also Mr.
Madness returned.
Sometimes in these dreams, this strange man talked, and
Frank was surprised that his voice was high and shrill.
Baumer often woke him up, when he flailed or talked while
he was sleeping. It was weird. Right now, where peace had
entered his life, compared to the time in „Big Eye" even the
idyl, the bad memories came back. Kohlhaas had thought,
that the pain in his mind was over - but he was wrong. . .
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One day in August, HOK stood in front of the entrance door
on an early morning and asked Alf for Frank. Kohlhaas sat
in the provisionally furnished kitchen and came to the door
after a few minutes.
„Good morning, Frank! Please come with me, immediately! ",
said HOK with a sad face.
. . What's up? ", asked Frank with an uncomfortable feeling
deep inside.
. . Hurry up! Just come with me! ", answered the computer
specialist and spreaded a disastrous atmosphere.
Shortly afterwards, the two men went to HOK's house and
Frank hardly noticed the warm and bright autumn sun,
which stroked the little village on this day. HOK ran to his
untidy office and sat down in front of his computer.
. . Please take a seat, Frank! ", hummed HOK. „And try to stay
calm, with all, I will say to you now! "
„Tell me, what has happened? ", claimed Frank with a
mixture of impatience and deep concern, because HOK's
countenance let expect nothing good.
„l have examined your old Scanchip. I meant no harm by it,
but it is an order of Wilden, concerning each new person
that comes into our village. It is a safety precaution. The
Scanchip is examined for suspicious sub-datas and cross
references. I penetrated an internal data server and studied
some not public informations, which are automatically
collected about every citizen in the sector . . Central Europe"
by authorities or secret services. These sub-datas contain
many informations about a citizen's life. Of course, the
ordinary people don't know anything about their existence.
Okay, I have the skill to look for all this stuff. Let's see. . . "
„Aha. . . ", answered Frank with a complete lack of
understanding.
„An usual Scanchip has about 500 internal sub-datas and
cross references, which can't be read by the owner,
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because they are only for the authorities", explained HOK
hastily.
Frank's brain was tormented again with some technical
terms of the computer language, although HOK tried to
explain everything understandably for the layman.
The sub-datas of each Scanchip contain a fulness of
informations, for example:
- Behaviour analysis at the workplace
- State of health, for the further economic utilization
- Income
- Consument behaviour statistics
- Social compatibility
- Subversive statements at the telephone, on the internet. . .
- Family members and relatives
- Reactions on political propaganda and advertising
- Religious faith
- Friends and acquaintances
- Frequentcy of contacts to friends and acquaintances
- Sexual behavior
There are still hundreds of further informations and details,
but I think you know, what we are talking about", said HOK.
„And now? What's wrong? ", asked Frank quizzically.
Just wait! ", answered HOK. „l have to look for some special
things. For example, if there is an entry like: JOS" (informer
of the state) or „ROP" (receiver of official privileges) - what
would mean, that you are an informer - or you have been it
once. "
„What do you want from me? Tim no informer, man! ",
screamed Frank.
„You don't have anything to do with such things! Your old
Scanchip is clean, don't worry! ", calmed him HOK.
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„This is not the problem. . . ", he continued. „We must be very
careful and everybody in Ivas has to endure this process!
"
„Then you want to establish your own little surveillance state
here, isn't it? ", gnarled Frank angrily.
„No, we do not want that! ", replied HOK and seemed to feel
ashamed.
„l looked at the cross references, concerning your family
members and your relatives. I'm sorry, this didn't belong to
my tasks and I must excuse myself for that", murmured
HOK sheepishly and stared at his keyboard.
„And then you pretend to fight against the World
Government! Maybe these guys were also just bored, and
so they decided one day, to spy out all the other people! ",
grumbled Kohlhaas.
"I'm sorry! Really! " HOK tried to calm down his angry guest.
. . Unfortunately, I have noticed something terrible on your
Scanchip: Rainer Kohlhaas is your father, right? And
Martina Gunther, born Kohlhaas, your sister, isn't it?
Nico Gunther your nephew. . . ? "
. . What's up with them? ", asked Frank excitedly.
„The Scanchips of Rainer Kohlhaas and Martina Gunther
are shut down. Their citizen numbers will be assigned to
other people in the near future. . . ", spoke HOK quietly.
"What? ", Frank winced.
„On the Scanchip of your father, there is an arrest note on
09. 04. 2028. At the beginning of June 2028, it has finally
been shut down. As additive there is a footnote: "ODOA"
(official deactivation by official arrangement) and further
„CSO" (citizen switched off). He has been liquidated! ",
explained HOK.
. . What? ", cried Frank in pain.
„lt's the same in the case of your sister. She was first
arrested, and then liquidated. Your nephew. . . " HOK was
interrupted.
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„What? What's up with Nico? ", gasped Frank with fright in
his eyes. "Tell me what. . . "
„He is registered here as an "orphan in national care". So he
is still alive! " The computer scientist didn't dare to look in
Frank's direction.
But it didn't work. The young man was speechless with
terror and sank back on the chair. He struggled for air and
tried to shake off the claws of horror that griped his throat
and took his breath away. But it was impossible.
Within a few seconds, he fell into a black hole of despair
and ran crying out of the house of the computer scientist. All
the distress and the fear had returned now. They had
spared him in the last months, to come back in this second
in their whole, dark size.
In the next days, Frank hardly left his sleeping room. Alf
tried to explain to him, that the arresting of relatives or
family members was used by the system, to lure
disappeared offenders out of their hideouts, to make them
ring up at home, while the telehone call was bugged, or to
make them even visit their old homes. But Frank just told
him to back off.
Now the scary nights returned and the mental terror, the
holo cell had kindled in his mind, crawled around him in the
darkness, arm in arm in old unity with the new horrors.
Again, the young man thought about following his parents
and his sister to the netherworld, he mused about
terminating his hopeless existence, but Alf stopped him from
doing such things and cared for Frank as good as he could.
When September brought the autumn to Ivas, Frank was
afflicted by a strange dream one night. He could no longer
completely remember each detail, when he woke up again
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on the next morning with a bad headache, but the most
pictures remained in his memory.
He was a spectator in an hall, which looked very similar to a
court room. In front of him were the judge desk and the
dock, and only this place was lit by a lamp. The rest of the
room remained in a hazy twilight, also the seat rows of the
spectators, on which Frank sat alone. In front of the dock
were two persons and Frank could not exactly recognize,
who it was, because he saw only their backs. Behind the
judge desk was no human being, it was rather a shadow or
a ghost.
"The negotiation starts! ", called the shade. „Be quiet please!
Today, we talk about the following criminal case: The
politics against Mr. Rainer Kohlhaas and Mrs. Martina
Gunther, born Kohlhaas. "
The two accused turned around and gave Frank a fearful
look. It were his father and his sister. Now they turned
around to the judge again, because he began with his
remarks. The spectator nervously stared at the ghost and
tried to decipher the name on the plate, which was on the
desk in front of him. Only after an arduous staring, Frank
was able to recognize that there was no name. The only
words on the plate were "The Politics". Now the judge read
out the charges and began with the interrogation.
J will start with you, Mr. Rainer Kohlhaas", he said with a
glowering, deep voice. „Can you remember, that you have
ever cared about the important facts around me? "
„Well, I have already been concerned with you, if it had
something to do with my life", stammered Rainer Kohlhaas.
„Can you describe that more exactly? ", asked the judge.
„Thus, I watched TV and read the newspapers", Rainer
Kohlhaas tried to explain.
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„And you, Mrs. Martina Gunther? Did you have ever
seriously worried about me? ", grumbled the shady judge
with a threatening voice.
. . Perhaps not enough. Only sometimes. I was too busy,
most of the time. My job was full of stress and so I had other
things on my mind than thinking about you. . . ", replied
Frank's sister sheepishly.
„And it was the same in your case, Mr. Kohlhaas? ",
resented the judge angrily.
,,1'm sorry, but if Tm honest, I have just worked all my life,
and have primarily cared about myself. It was a constant
struggle to survive and to make money. And finally, there
has been no more time to think about any politics",
explained Rainer Kohlhaas ruefully.
„And you really think, that was enough? That you could just
ignore me in all these years? ", hissed the ghost.
"Please forgive us, Mr. Judge! Today, we know that we
have made a big mistake! But we still have watched the
news on television. . . ", Rainer Kohlhaas tried to justify
himself.
"Yes, I did the same! ", agreed Martina.
"And you think, it was sufficient, if others talked about me
and you just parroted their slogans? Why didn't you think
about me for yourself? ", asked the shadow reproachfully
and stared at them.
"Forgive us, Mr. Judge, but we viewed many other things in
our life as more important, than caring about politics! ",
lamented the two accused, full of sorrow.
Suddenly Frank appeared at another place in his dream. A
disgusting stench became noticeable to him at first. It
crawled over the ground right into his nostrils. He was on a
great field that extended till the horizon, and only some
mountains were recognizable, somewhere in the far
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distance. Now he saw, what covered this field. It were
corpses. Hundreds, thousands, millions. They terribly stank
and rotted. The grey, dead skin of the bodies was shrunken,
and larvae, maggots and worms crept out of the mouths and
eye sockets of the dead.
This graveyard was gigantic, it was full of men, women,
children - some had died lately, others were already putrid
and had become skeletons.
Frank had to be careful, trying not to slip and fall by walking
on this carpet of bones and rotting flesh, because the sea of
the dead seemed to be endless and it filled the plain till the
horizon. The young man simply went straight ahead for
some hours and he was scared of this terrible environment.
But the plain still extended and was still covered with
countless corpses. Then he suddenly recognized, that the
mountains in front of him were gigantic piles of skulls.
Millions of skulls, towering up, to create an atrocious picture.
Frank walked through the land of the dead and when he
already thought, that he would never find a way out of this
terrible world, he suddenly heard a voice.
„Frank Kohlhaas! ", it resounded from somewhere far
beyond. The dreamer went to the place, from which he had
heard the voice and could soon recognize a dark spot that
continued to grow, the nearer he came. Then he saw that it
was the shadowy man, the eerie judge, who called him.
J am the politics, Frank Kohlhaas! Nice going, my boy! Now
you have found me! Here they are! ", said the ghost and
pointed at the ground.
There lay Rainer Kohlhaas, his father, and Martina Gunther,
his sister. Both had been killed with a headshot and their
bodies were rotting, while maggots crawled over their faces.
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"Mark my words, Frank Kohlhaas! If you don't care
about politics, politics will care about you one day! ",
shouted the judge.
Frank startled up and could not sleep anymore for the rest
of the night. . .
The rest of the year 2028 passed without any changes in
the life of the young man. The winter in Lithuania was really
unpleasant and very cold, and there was no sign of that
global warming, the international media had proclaimed in
2011, in order to justify coercive measures and further
restrictions of civil rights.
Frank's fear, his sleep disturbances and his depressions
still came in waves and particularly in these dark winter
months he had to suffer.
Wilden and the other villagers had given him a lot of tasks,
he had to do for the community. And this was good,
because it diverted him. During autumn, the fields around
Ivas were harvested by the inhabitants and the yields were
made winterproof, like in old times.
All this was also a new ground for Frank, since he had only
eaten the cheap food of the big agrarian companies so far.
Moreover, Alf and he renovated the old house, but they
progressed slowly. Apart from this, the young renegade was
not yet ready to join the group of rebels - if it were rebels at
all.
Except for talking, Frank hadn't noticed any considerable
rebellion, although Wilden told him everything about politics,
without having a break.
His daughter didn't seem to think a great deal of him and
Frank was sure that she still distrusted him too. But at least,
he had aroused her compassion. . . Nevertheless, ti is
something! ", thought Kohlhaas.
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When it was stormy outside and the ice rain pattered
against the still leaky windows, when it was dark and cold,
Frank felt lost. Even if Alf was in the next room, looking for
some new informations on the Internet. Sometimes
Kohlhaas heard him rant and sometimes Baumer jubilated.
„ls this my life for the next decades? ", he occasionally asked
himself. „ls this my fate? Hanging around in this dump in
Lithuania, with this gang of so called freedom fighters? "
If he saw the face of his father and his sister in front of his
inner eye, if he thought about the holo cell and about the
fact, that his little nephew was raised somewhere in an
institute for brainwashing, while his sister, who had never
done something wrong in her life, was rotting in a mass
grave, he was fuming with rage.
„Alf, what is the meaning of the symbol of the "Red Moon"
groups? Please explain it to me again? ", he asked his fellow
one evening.
„l already answered that question! ", remarked Alf, who
wanted to go to bed.
„l want to know it - exactly! ", said Frank with a black look,
which even caused some respect in Alf.
„Well, it is an old cult symbol. The "bloody moon" or „blood-
moon". The old Celts, just as many other people of the
ancient times, knew this mystical indication. In the winter, it
was more important than everything else.
