No More Learning

", 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
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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.
Often the father had openly shown his displeasure about
Frank's path through life and had always upholded Frank's
sister Martina, as the positive example. His son had hated
these permanent comparisons, but now, all this was no
longer important.

From time to time he had telephoned with his older sister,
the more successful one of the two children. Martina had
become a teacher, had married and Frank had often envied
her, because of her good payment. But one day, she had
confessed to him, how fraught and exhaustive her job was.
She just hated to work on her school.
She teached the subjects „Biology "and . . English" at a
school complex in Wuppertal, in the sub-district Westfalen-
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schools as more than intolerable, and Frank had the
suspicion that she already drank and took tranquilizers. But
she held on, for her husband and her son, the little Nico.
However, citizen 1-564398B-278843 had seen his nephew
only twice and had always been proud to be his uncle.
In these terrible days, he often thought about the rest of his
family which probably didn't know at all, that he was locked
up here. Perhaps, they would only be surprised about the
fact, that Frank didn't answer the telephone since weeks.
Perhaps the police had even informed his family members -
that he had become an offender and was a criminal now,
and had to face his fair punishment in that prison. He just
didn't know, but he could imagine his father's face, if he got
that message.

J have always said, that the boy wastes his life. Now my old
sorrow has finally been confirmed! ", he had probably
murmured. The prisoner didn't try to think too much about
these unpleasant things.

„What has happened to my apartment? ", he pondered. „l'm
sure that they have already rented it to another person. This
can be done fast if the rent can't be deducted from the
Scanchip anymore. "

In these days, Frank could only speak with himself and tried
to handle the pain. But it did not change anything. He had
served only one month in this room, but Frank already got
the feeling that he had walked from one end of hell to the
other.

It was not easy to persevere here. And the daily two
reeducation hours finally became even the most interesting
things, which happened on a day in the holo cell. After a
while, Frank occasionally even looked forward to them.
Nevertheless, sometimes he tried to destroy the
loudspeaker, which hung much too high, to tear it down.
Then he became so angry that he kicked against the walls



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or bit in his underarm till it bled. Frank's lonely fight against
windmills continued for a while in such a way. Always
unsuccessful and ever more closer to the loss of his good
judgement. Sometimes he cried below the loudspeaker,
begged for grace and forgiveness and promised to follow
each rule and each regulation for all eternity. He swore, to
believe everything, what they told him. But nobody ever
answered.

When two months had passed, Frank broke out in tears
ever more frequently or crawled under his light gray plank
bed. He thought, that insanity had already found him and
skid down into a state of permanent panic. Patient 111-F-47
didn't trust his own judgement any longer and felt seperated
from the rest of the world like by a great ocean.
In the second month of his term of imprisonment, he made
"insanity" to his companion. He invisaged him as another
inmate, as a cellmate.

A very tall guy, gaunt, with completely pale skin and deep
furrows in the face. Also dressed in the correct white cell
clothes of „Big Eye". However, if the "insanity" sat beside
him on the plank bed, he unfortunately never answered. He
just sneered at him, showing Kohlhaas his yellowish-brown
teeth. But nevertheless, Frank told his spooky friend a lot of
things.

Sometimes the patient also imagined, that „Mr. Madness",
as Frank called him after a while, snored in the complete
darkness of the night, lying somewhere in the room. Then
he crept over the ground and tried to find his strange
cellmate, in order to tell to him that he might be silent. Frank
thought about much confusing things and nobody could say,
if the young men still knew, that it were confusing things. It
was a nocturnal trip beyond the borders of human
understanding, a mental journey through the darkest tunnels



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of his mind. And every morning, Kohlhaas was awaked by
that bright, hellish light again.

. . That's the army of the light particles, which destroys my
lids with their ramming supports, piece by piece, pouring
into my head-fortress with loud screams - slaughtering
everything without further warning. And this cruel horde
massacres my helpless grey cells! ", said the young man, if
he could hardly bear it.

Then he had phases, in which he searched his body on
diseases for hours.
He found malicious knots and parasites
everywhere. His body seemed to be full of degenerated
pimples and strange maladies under the skin, which filled
his mind with sorrows.

At the end of the third month, he discovered some red
points on the white wall behind the toilet, when he huddled
on the ground, in order to protect himself against the
aggressive light. Frank was sure that it were traces of blood,
which had only provisionally been overcoated with white
color by the prison's staff.

Mr. Madness had no opinion about this, he just sat in the
corner and beheld Frank sadly. Often Kohlhaas
remembered, whether it was actually possible, to smash his
own head against the wall or the ceramic toilet bowl so
hardly, that this torture was over. What would happen?
Would the attendants save him, just to let him rot here until
doomsday? Another possibility was, to bite open his pulse
veins. Unfortunately, there were no bedlinen or other things
in this cell, which would have made a suicide possible.
But each time, when Frank had these thoughts, he finally
lost the courage to do it. Moreover, Mr. Madness always
looked worriedly at him in these situations, still sitting in his
corner. The light disappeared, it was 22,00 o'clock.
Starting from the fourth month of his captivity in the holo
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motionless for hours, lying on his belly - under the plank

bed.

„May this damn light hit Mr. Madness! May he sit on the

plank bed! I will stay here. Here, that blaze will never find

me! ", he said to himself with a lunatic smile.

Meanwhile, Frank thought about his family more rarely. And

what was the use anyhow? He was separated from the rest

of the world. And his father, his sister or the little Nico, could

not safe him from this horror.

And as the computer-controlled woman voice had already

explained in one of the reeducation hours: „The connections

to family and kinship are errors of nature, and all citizens of

the New World Order must get along without them! They

must be corrected by modern rules.

Interhuman relations harm the new order and obstruct the

economic development. Humans must learn to overcome

them. Having a family is not progressive, it restrains every

advancement. Forget your family, because your new

community is the community of the "One-World". You are

part of the whole, patient 111-F-47, and the whole is a part

of you! "

His only entertainment in this confusing time was to

examine the dust grains on the cell ground and Frank

wondered how many interesting forms and colors he could

find.

Sometimes it was really fascinaiting for him and so he

hardly listened, if the gentle voice of reeducation from the

loudspeaker explained to him, why the old order of the world

was just wrong, and the new order was good without

exception.

When the fifth month began, Frank suddenly became

talkative. He talked with Mr. Madness about a lot of things

and often his speeches lasted several hours. He invented

lectures, which were similar to the instructions of the



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reeducation hours. Meanwhile, Frank planned to reeducate
Mr. Madness, a very important personality who had already
visited millions of people around the world.
Sometimes he preached the most important facts of each
current reeducation hour, he recited them, yelled them and
sometimes he tried to kick or beat Mr. Madness, if his pupil
didn't show enough interest. Although, he actually viewed
this gentleman in the corner, who sometimes also sat on his
plank bed, as his cell comrade and friend, he had
occasionally to give some pain to him, so that he learned.
But all his attemps to hit the imaginary man were
unsuccessful. After a while, Frank had kicked a little hole in
the white wall of the holo cell - but he had never hit Mr.
Madness.

When another month had passed, Frank had given it up to
convince Mr. Madness, to become also a good citizen of the
new world state. Now he tried to memorize every single
word of the reeducation hours and often he could
completely repeat the first two or three minutes by heart.
He cried, sang and howled the slogans from the
loudspeaker like a parrot. The necessity of the registration
of earth's population, the obligation of obeying, the
autoregulation of economics, the inevitability of a society
without sexes, nations and races, the necessary dissolution
of all cultures and religions, the requirement of inhumanity
as the basis of a new humanity.

His memory proved, although it was already owergrown by
a mushroom of insanity, as amazingly good. Frank saw
himself as a learner and with bloodshot eyes he cried, while
the loudspeaker talked: „Jawohl! This is the only truth! "



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Meanwhile half a year had passed and patient 1 1 1-F-47 had
developed many possibilities of overcoming the hours and
days. He had even set up an own daily plan in his mind:

- Meal

- Learn as much words from the reeducation hour as I can

- Explain them to Mr. Madness (however, only if he listened)

- Investigate the fibers of the white wallpaper more exactly

- Finding new dust particles on the ground

- Lunch

- Arguing with Mr. Madness

Frank's meal rations came through a hatch in the wall three
times a day. The inventors of the holo cell had kindly made
certain that he had never to leave this terrible room, not
even for the intake of food.

Two months later, the monitoring cameras of „Big Eye",

which always kept every corner in this big prison complex in

sight, including room 47 in block F, saw a broken man, lying

like dead with face down on his plank bed.

Frank Kohlhaas, patient 111-F-47, seemed to have slipped

into an endless lethargy. Meanwhile, he wished nothing

more than the end of his shattered existence.

The cruel treatment had internally destroyed him, and even

the irrational behavior and the emotional outbreaks, which

had kept him alive for so long, were over.

Over eight months of holo cell had corroded his mind so

strongly, that his body seemed to refuse its service any

longer under such inhuman conditions.

The sharp, malicious light, which tormented him 14 hours a

day, hand in hand with the impenetrable darkness of the

artificial nights, had finally crushed Frank's will to live. The

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with only a plank bed, a toilet and a little hatch in the white

wall, was ultimately the winner in this war against insanity.

Not even Frank's only friend, the mutely smiling Mr.

Madness, had had the guts to stay here any longer - he had

vanished.

On 21. 03. 2028, the light was switched off again at 22. 00

o'clock in the evening by the computer-controlled system of

„BigEye".

The unconscious Frank Kohlhaas, who layed somewhere in

this cell, down on the ground, with his face in a puddle of

saliva, was swallowed by the darkness again. He did no

longer notice it.

The next day, the army of light particles started another
great attack on Frank's head. With loud crashing it surged
against his lids like a battering ram and awoke the halfdead
patient again. But Frank's will was already destroyed and
why should he be interested in another day of hundreds
more in this holo cell. He hoped, with the still smoldering
rest of his understanding, that he would meet death as soon
as possible. Kohlhaas was sure, that he would praise the
Grim Reaper like a redeemer, when he would finally come.
On 22. 03. 2028 at 9. 45 o'clock in the morning, the electronic
woman voice suddenly resounded through the brightly
illuminated cell. Frank lay on the ground like a dying animal
and hardly heard this anymore. The small part of his brain,
which hadn't been razed to the ground and hadn't been
brunt by the horde of light particles yet, was briefly surprised
for a second about the fact that there was another
announcement after the wake-up call. Then Frank's mind
switched off again. Nevertheless, this was unusual.
„l_isten, patient 111-F-47! Your holo cell has been given to
another patient by the computer-controlled administration of
„Big Eye". You will be brought to the mental hospital "World



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Peace" in Bonn, where your therapy will be continued for
the next four years and four months. Please be
unconcerned, your healing process will not be interrupted. A
holo cell of the same type is available for you in "World
Peace"! "

The young man hardly thought about the content of the
announcement. They should freight him, whereto they ever
wanted. He would hopefully soon be dead and free.

But up to the next morning, he still lived. Or better said: His

heart refused stopping, although his owner really wished it -

"from the heart". He hadn't moved at all, during the whole

day and the following night, because he took his desire to

die very seriously.

But the three execution officials, who opened his holo cell

punctually at 8. 00 o'clock and entered the room, didn't

understand this. They were the first human beings since

over eight months, who visited Frank here - to bring him

from A to B, from one hell chamber to the next.

„The guy still breathes, but he is totally down! ", said one of

the three guards.

„Hey! Stand up, man! Don't waste our time! ", remarked

another and kicked Frank in the back.

„Hrrrr! ", hummed the prisoner.

„Shit, the guy is really broken! Uwe, look at this! " The third

enforcement officer was astonished. "Bring us some

stimulants! We need some extra help in this case! "

One of the officials departed and came back with a cup of

water and two red pills after a quarter of an hour.

„Hey! Hey, 111-F-47! Open your mouth! . Yes, good boy!

And now, down with it! ", he muttered.

Frank swallowed the pills and was able to walk after a few

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hardly noticed, that he was on the way to leave the

abhorrent holo cell behind him.

„Go! Get a grip, man! Just walk! . Yes, this is good. One foot

before the other one! Forward! ", said the guard and

supported Frank cynically.

Patient 111-F-47 had to be carried out of the prison building,

more or less, because he was too weak to walk. After a

while, the policemen simply pushed the young man forward.

„That the guy isn't fit yet, after two pills of steroin! ",

remarked the officer with surprise. „Hurry up! The driver of

the transporter is waiting in hall B! "

The three man brought the picture of misery, which once
had been called Frank Kohlhaas, with the help of steroin, a
highly concentrated stimulant, and some beats against the
head to the transport van.

Frank crept over the three stages of a metal stair and sank
down on one of the seats. His hands were secured with
handcuffs behind his back and he stared at the ground.
„Watch out for this guy! He is finished! Maybe he gonna
vomit in our van! Ha, ha! ", said a guard to his colleagues.
„We will watch out for him! Don't worry! ", answered one of
the policemen with a grin.

Next to Frank were two other officers and a further prisoner
in the back area of the transport van. The cops were armed
with shotguns and tied Frank, who almost slipped on the
ground, and also the other inmate, with an additional seat
belt. Both men could only move their legs now.
The transport van started moving at 9. 00 o'clock, and finally
left the prison complex. Even if Frank had had the
opportunity, to have a last look at the hated place of horror,
which had brought him to his knees, he probably wouldn't
have done it. First of all, the back area of the transporter,
secured by lattices, had no windows anyway, and secondly,



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patient 111-F-47 didn't care, where he would find death. If it

was in "Big Eye" or in "World Peace" or somewhere else,

wasn't important anymore. His only concern was, if it would

go fast.

After they had driven one quarter of an hour and nobody

had spoken a word, the prisoner, sitting diagonally opposite

to Frank, hissed: „Hey! Pssst! I am Alf! Who are you? "

Frank ignored the question of the man. It didn't interest him,

who still sat there. He stared at the metallic ground of the

van's back area with blank look.

Suddenly one of the policemen said: „Baumer, you crank!

Stop that damn whispering! Contact among prisoners is

against the regulations! "

J thought, we are patients? ", answered the prisoner

sardonically, giving Frank a nod.

Now the policeman reacted. He struck Baumer in the face

and grumbled: „Oh, I'm sorry, asshole! I didn't want to be

impolite. "

The prisoner swallowed some blood and saliva and looked

at Frank with psychotic eyes. However, the young man was

still mute and didn't mention the small sign of defiantness,

the other prisoner had shown.

"Alf Baumer! ", he thought briefly, then his mind sank again

into a blurred fog.

Alfred Baumer, patient 578-H-21, was a tall man. He had a

dark brown beard, broad shoulders and a tattoo at the neck.

The few hasty looks, Frank had given to him, showed the

picture of an aggressive man, who was about thirty years

old. Above all, Alf's bright blue eyes and the large scar in

the right half of his face were noticeable.

How long the trip had already lasted, Kohlhaas could hardly

say anymore. Perhaps a further quarter of an hour. Alfred

seemed to have the things more clearly in sight. He

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baring his teeth and looking at Frank from time to time. This
man seemed to wait for something. . .



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The Change



In a small forest, close to the highway BAS-74, four men

lurked in the rainy undergrowth and peered eastwards. They

wore camouflage clothes and their faces were hidden under

black balaclavas. Three of them fumbled nervously with

their assault rifles, while another man had a field glass and

gave instructions to his comrades.

„How much longer, Sven? ", asked one of the men.

„l will already tell you. They must soon be here! And

remeber: Jens only shoots at the tires, the rest only shoots

at the drivers! ", answered Sven. „And don't perforate the

back area of the van by mistake, got it? ", he added.

„The whole thing is damn risky.