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this relevant?”
    Blake takes the hint and speeds up. “In this case, the specific situation gives the potential candidate something the others did not have.”
    Mr. Smith does not even glance at the folder as he talks to Blake. “I am aware of the case, given its coverage, and I see nothing to mark it as special aside from the fact that the accused is likely a psychopath with assorted mental disorders. While that can be a good thing overall for this, I do not see how you think that he would have an increased chance of success.”
    “A good deal of information was withheld from the public and has been ignored as irrelevant to the black-and-white case that everyone is looking at.” Blake pauses. “This candidate has something that our military personnel have pointed out may be something of a factor. He has an overwhelming sense of duty.”
    “I was aware of that information, at least in passing. However, he seems to have less of a sense of honour which should go with that. If he had those things, would he not have contacted the local authorities and brought them in? There was sufficient evidence there for an arrest.”
    Blake looks at Mr. Smith. “He was from the Projects. He’s not going to trust the authorities. He trusted in his small family unit and that worked and he had proof that his father was correct and the school authorities lied regarding food and how the students were treated with ‘special ed’ classes. He rightly felt that they were not going to look out for his or his siblings’ best interests. Why should he trust them to do the right thing regarding the death of his family?”
    Mr. Smith nods in agreement. “Very well; I will consider him and recommend additional testing to see if he does have the potential. A decision can be made after that information is gathered.”
    He turns back to his desk and activates the screens with a thought through his implants, and begins to work quickly on the old-fashioned keyboard.
    Blake pauses as he heads out the door. “Do you mind if I ask you a question, Mr. Smith?”
    Mr. Smith stops the typing and looks up without removing his fingers from the keyboard. “You just did. I take it you want to ask another one. Go ahead; I just love fielding basic questions when I need to be focussed on work. What is it?”
    “You must have a full top-of-the-line implant set.”
    Mr. Smith looks at Blake with no expression at all. “Yes I do, and what is your question?”
    Blake frowns at Mr. Smith. “So why do you use the screens? You could sit in a closet and go full sim and never have to worry about anything. Yet, you sit in this office every day, no windows, and use an old obsolete system. Why?”
    “I like seeing the data at a distance. It allows me to process it differently and I have seen things that otherwise I would have missed. Implants give you all the information up front but you cannot always see what you need. Was there anything else?”
    “No, Mr. Smith; have a good day.”
    Mr. Smith ignores the statement and bends back to work, making arrangements and changing lives with a series of keystrokes.
    Each keystroke sends information across the net and changes other lesser computers’ information, overriding the decision-making tree of the legal department and instead putting in decisions made by others.
    Justice is ignored. The Corporation is all.

THE INTERVIEW
    I am in the little holding area down from the court and I am waiting with my two keepers. I am chained down to a seat and waiting to be called, which is going to happen shortly. I know what the verdict is going to be and I don’t like it, but I have accepted it. I just don’t know what the sentence will be.
    Time passes so slowly with no clock or way of telling time; the dull grey concrete block walls don’t help either. There are no screens or other media devices in the room. Those are rewards for good behaviour or are in the common areas of the cell blocks. I don’t go there.
    Suddenly both of