They are keeping him. The one, who does not surrender.
Last word
- So do you insist that the feeling of sincere patriotism in relation to the native land is not only negative, but is also fatal, harmful trait of the human person ?
- Your so-called “patriotism” is your curse. These are your chains – threads, through which you are very convenient to be operated by someone another. Because of this “feeling of sincere patriotism” wars have been waged on the Earth and some of them are still going on, because of it you sacrifice things, much more important … much greater, than the goals of your politicians. It’s not even patriotism, it’s plain and total blindness. People keep dying and you sing in joy – for it promotes achievements of the aims of your state, most certainly great and all, and all, and all.
Are these truly your purposes ? Do you really want to slaughter each other ? Maybe those ones, whom you innocently kill, want it to ? Whose goals are these ? Yours ? Or injected into your consciences’s by the political top, injected very skillfully, by the way … even sweetened a bit for greater persuasiveness ? You have already faced terrorism in own lives and have come through it. But when you are ready for either natural resources or land territories to wage terrorism in a much greater scale for “peaceful” purposes, as you are trying to believe, - is it not even greater and obvious crime against the humanity ? And what is most stunning – is that you do not consider such actions as any crime, for it’s the goodness of your own country, your nation … and you as a part of it.
You have been transformed into puppets in hands of your politicians, you became their ideological slaves. You even cannot say “no” when it’s truly needed, when the time demands it – and that’s the problem. You are being sent on a slaughter – and you willingly go on a slaughter. You are being sent into a battle for a next piece of resources – and you are ready to die for the glory of your motherland … ready to die for nothing.
You are not even free – you have never been free. You only dream of it, sing about it, speak among each other about it – but you are never free. And when the time comes for you to say “no” – you are saying “yes” instead …
That’s the problem, the greatest problem of mankind history – that the man is too suggestible, too controllable, for he is too weak to be his own master. The problem is that there are always those who can readily take advantage of it and use it for their own sake. And it will always be so – just until you become the masters of your own life.
Remember it – remember that well. Your future depends on it.
Spacious apartments. A heavy oak table near a wall sideways from a window … the working ancient wall clocks which are beating out their mysterious rhythm … an icon of the Savior in a gilt frame on one of the walls … and more, and more, and more …
Bom … bom … bom … - clocks beat slowly and methodically. And once again – bom … bom … bom …
- Mister President, we suspect that you should familiarize yourself with these materials. It’s important for the stability of our power.
- Show it then.
A soft flash – and the video display starts working. Lines and words, words and discussions, discussions and thoughts. After only fifteen minutes the demonstration of “materials” comes to an end. Ten seconds of silence …
- What sort of clown is that ? Yet one more fighter for freedom and all. I’m stuffed up with that nonsense. Remove him.
Five seconds of silence …
- Are you sure, mister President ?
- Just remove him. And … well … take care of his family, of course. Do not refuse them in indemnification for his “accidental” death. And don’t let ones like him into our channels – or you can forget about your jobs. That is my last word. Is everything clear ? Nice. So - what’s the next thing on our today’s agenda ?
Heavy oak table near a wall sideways from a window … an icon of Savior in a gilt frame … ancient wall clocks, beating out some mysterious rhythm …
Bom … bom … bom …
And once again – bom … bom … bom…
Majority
Step. And again. And again. In such minutes every moment becomes the eternity.
Ten steps to scaffold top. Nine. Eight. Seven.
Yes, he is both the criminal and the traitor. Yes, he would repeat the same again.
Where does the moment ends and the eternity begins ? Six. Five. Four.
Where does life of one ends, so that others can live on ? Three.
No one can escape its destiny and hide from it, nowhere. Two.
And in the moment of own death it’s only possible to accept it with gratitude. One.
To die and to live in the eternity. The top.
He is a traitor for one, and a hero for another. And there are no intermediate stages. How much does a human’s life cost and who will dare to measure it ? Who will judge of the unknown destiny of which he has not a slightest idea ? Who will extol you as the hero and overthrow in a chasm of damnations later ? Who will make this all only because he can do no other ?
The Majority.
Yes, he is the murderer – and the savior simultaneously. Angel and a demon in one person.
The life of one for lifes of many. And no other choice is possible here.
And that is why he is the criminal.
The life of the president of home country, who has almost plunged the world into a nuclear apocalypse – it’s not that much for the world to live on.
And that is why he is the hero.
The former faithful companion and the right hand, who once realized what the left hand is going to make. The one chosen the most radical way to stop the ongoing madness – for no other measures were capable to help.
And that is why he is the traitor.
The killers of killers – angels of punishment ? Executioners of executioners? Criminals? No one will give him the right answer.
The military court – and the simple majority of votes deciding his destiny. Forty nine against fifty one.
And that is why he dies today. The Majority decided so.
Life and death … death and life. And there are no intermediate stages.
But not for the Majority.
The Top.
Here they are – below and before him. All the Consulat. One hundred of human judges. Criminals and heroes. Killers of killers. Surprisingly small and ridiculous from this Top.
Does the life end to give a way to the Eternity or death is simply her continuation ? The moment has finally come to learn this.
A rope around a neck – not the most honorable of deaths. But heroes have no right to choose – as well as killers.
