“Innocent?” The man spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “The innocent exist only until they are perpetrators themselves. You are as good an example as any, sir. You became a perpetrator when you conspired to keep me alive, when you began to accept the generous bribes to make certain I retained a healthier and more positive outlook on life than those poor devils in their pestholes out there.”
Miller shifted his weight. He did not like to be in the same room with this man. Even with the force field and the Autoguns, he felt vulnerable and alone.
“I can’t stand here listening to your ravings all day,” he said. “I came here because your—because our benefactor has sent a package for you.”
“A package, is it?” The man showed Miller a terrible smile. “How delightful, I’m sure. No one sends me packages any more.”
“Computer. Deactivate shield,” Miller said. “Autoguns only.”
The blue light flickered and faded, melting into a warm amber glow. The Autoguns in the wall whirred toward the man.
Miller waited until the weapons were in place, then stepped up on the platform and handed the package to the man. It was small, square, wrapped in the standard shell designed for AO, Addressee Only.
“I’m awfully excited,” the man said. He cocked his head quizzically to one side. “I wonder if it’s my birthday today? I simply can’t remember all the special days any more.”
“Get on with it,” Miller said irritably.
The man pressed his thumb on the smooth surface. The package opened like a flower. The man held it close to his chest, his very own treasure that no one else could see. Finally, he reached in and drew out a plastic ellipse, no longer than his thumb. Bright bands of yellow, blue, red, and green circled the object in complex geometrical patterns.
Miller frowned. “What the hell is that?”
“I do believe it’s a puzzle,” the man said. He began to turn the bands of color in different directions. Red on red. Blue on blue.
Miller cursed under his breath. “I wasted my time bringing you that? Damn those people.”
“Your time, perhaps,” the man smiled. “Not mine. I simply love puzzles. I remember this one. It’s from India, I believe. A place that isn’t there any more. It’s supposed to contain the meaning of life.”
The warden laughed. He made a show of looking around the small room. “You think that’s what it is, huh?”
“Yes, I do think so, sir.”
“Good. I’m real happy for you. I’ve got maybe a minute. Why don’t you enlighten me some. Tell me what’s the meaning of life.”
The man gave him a weary, almost sorrowful look. “It ends,” he said.
“What?”
The puzzle made a quick, sibilant sound, like the hiss of a snake. Miller felt a jolt of pain in his throat. For an instant, he had the irrational thought that someone had shot him with a miniature sun. The pain was unbearable, intense, the nuclear heat of a star concentrated in one tiny spot. He gasped and fell to his knees, one hand clawing at his throat.
“Computer… acti—activaaa—alarm!”
“Voice is not rec-ognized. Repeat: your voice command is not rec-ognized. Please remain still…”
“D-damn you!” Miller choked on the words, felt the terror grip his heart. “I—am—Warthejud—Warga-Jushh —M-M-M—”
“Security Break… Security Break. Autoguns targeting…”
“N-N-Noooo!”
The guns came alive, catching Miller in a precise crossfire, cutting him in half before he could take a single step toward the door.
In the corridor outside, the two guards jacketed Buklead shells into their riot guns. One slammed the override button with his fist. They both stepped back, guns at the ready. The door slid open. The top half of Miller’s body lay sprawled on the floor. The first guard gagged and stumbled back. A shadow came out of greater shadow, twisted the guard’s neck, jerked the weapon from his grasp in a blur and squeezed the trigger once. The second guard slammed against the wall. The top of his head disappeared.
The man slid another shell into his gun. He reached into the open package and retrieved two items Miller hadn’t been close enough to see. One was a small photograph of Mega-City newscaster Vardis Hammond. The other was a pocket-sized badge embossed with a familiar eagle and shield. A name was engraved on the badge. The name read RICO.
Rico looked at the two dead guards then dismissed them from his mind. He took three steps to Miller’s body and kicked the corpse soundly in the head.
“Keep it to yourself,” he said softly. “I’m back…”
NOTE: While every reader will be familiar with the life and legend of Judge Dredd, there are few historically authentic records of his actual words. The following is transcribed from a partial audiotape of a lecture given by Judge Dredd at the Academy of Justice. No date is given, but from the equipment described, it would seem this event took place circa 2139.
JUDGE DREDD
This is the Lawgiver Two. Twenty-five round sidearm with mission-variable voice-programmed ammunition. Pay attention.
[A flare explodes in the target area.]
JUDGE DREDD
Yours, Cadets, when you graduate… if you graduate. Now, I don’t have to tell any of you what this is. But I will, because you are Cadets and you don’t know from nothing even if you think you do.
[Nervous laughter.]
JUDGE DREDD
This is the Mark IV Lawmaster, improved model. With onboard dual laser cannons, vertical take-off and landing flight capacity and five hundred kilometer range.
[NOTE: An evaluation of the background sound at this point would indicate that maintenance personnel have set the machine in motion at this time. Apparently, the Lawmaster then rises in a hovering mode for five-point- seven seconds. At that time, the drive unit fails and the Lawmaster drops heavily to the floor.]
JUDGE DREDD
Yours… if they ever get it to work.
[Judge Dredd walks to another location in the classroom. A Cadet coughs in the background.]
JUDGE DREDD
All of these things are nothing, Cadets. Nothing but toys. End of the day, you’re alone out there in the dark, all that counts—is this.
[The sound of a book dropping heavily on a table.]
JUDGE DREDD
This is the book. This is the Law, And you
There are medically-disabled Judges and there are dead Judges. There are retired Judges who have taken
