"Your name?" “Margarete." “Last name as well ma’am." "Excuse me. Margarete Bjornson." “Mhm, Occupation?" “Birther." “Valiant occupation ma’am. Just valiant." “Yes, it was." “Date of birth." “01/12/2195." “Ok good. Then we will proceed." “Aren’t you going to ask for my consent?" “Oh Margarete, of course, you know you gave us your consent when you signed your pledge. Everyone did. Myself included."
Margarete's eyes went dim. Her mind delving through her memory to the moment, proud parents to either side, she signed her Pledge to Community form that was apart of her work assignment ceremony. “How certain I was the future was so far away. Don’t believe that deception for a second. You hear me?” Her eyes now focused on the second nurse with the IV in her hand.
Without a reply and eyes darting down, the associate nurse slid the IV into Margarete’s left forearm. The lead nurse, recognizing doubt being introduced into the room quickly intercepted the moment. “Ok, are you ready Margarete?" Margarete nodded without lifting her head up again. The lead nurse shot a glance to his associate who in turn flipped a large red dial on the machine connected to Margarete’s IV. Two vials, one green, one blue flowed into the singular tube leading to her arm. “Thank you for your service, Margarete." “Here to serve. For benefit of all." “And this community forever.” At once, her body became rigid, as if suddenly filled to capacity with air and just as quickly went limp, silent, still.
“Hmm.” “That’s a new reaction.” “We may have to report that to the Board.”
The lead nurse checked for a pulse on Margarete’s wrist. “Didn’t change the result, however. Another successful release Sam.” “Another mouth we don’t need to support you mean.” “You know that is not what this is about." “Tell that to the Principle." “You are going to get yourself released with statements like that.” “Pft, well let’s see. Would that qualify as a pro-social action?" Sam, now thinking back to her own Pledge to Community that she signed. “Enough, that is enough. Did you take your emotion suppressor today?" “As always." “Maybe you need to up your dose." “Maybe." “You know emotion leads to confusion, confusion to delusion, delusion to chaos, and what comes after chaos?” “Destruction. I know. I know. Just a weird day I guess.” “Mhmm. Best not have many more of those.”
“What was her occupation again?” “Birther." “Valiant occupation." “Mhm."
The two nurses opened the hatch that led to nowhere and pushed the bed where the now released laid. The front of the bed, clearing the hatch, gave way. The released slid and was gone.
“Another successful release." Sam, muttered under her breath, “God help us.” “What was that?” “Another successful release, I agree. I agree.” “Mhm.”
Hunter, opening the door to the room adjacent theirs, announced loudly.
“NEXT.”
The Principle, pausing the video and turning to the board announced somewhat hurriedly, “This is exactly why we need to introduce a sedative before release. Look how this birther introduced subversive thoughts into the mind of our Dear Sam. Chaos. CHAOS is what these ideas lead to. Get an action plan on my desk by the end of the week on how we will limit exposure to conversation between our nurses and the soon-to-be-released. End of life, it’s a makes people revert back to our… primitive ways.”
“Yes ma’am. We will begin immed—“
“And release Sam. We do not need these doubts to spread. And find out for the love of community where she heard the word, God.”
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