Anymore questions?” The captain ask to his five-man squad sitting before him in the brightly lit interior of the van.
The rookie lieutenant spoke up. “Yeah captain, why do the boss’s want us to infiltrate a college because of one man, especially on such short notice? We could be capturing twenty, twenty-five traitors in length of time this mission is going to take.”
The captain grinned to himself at the young lieutenant’s unsenceable attitude. He hadn’t grasped the untold importance of the mission yet and how profitable it would be for his career.
“If I understand correctly there are circumstances that will not allow for the subject to be taken in the usual procedures. The old Professor Clayman has taught, in his many of years of teaching, the former President and eight Senate members who are currently serving. If we take him down like he was just another criminal, the President’s and the Senator’s character will be put into question.”
“So why did we ever suspect him?”
“ Seventy percent of the anti-government organization recruits are persuaded by this same professor. Once were able to infiltrate into the college, will hopefully be able to examine his techniques and learn about the organization all at the same time. Now Agent Langly you have to keep the long-term goal in mind, that is…”
A technician opened one of the van’s doors and handed a micro receiver to the captain. The captain didn’t talk, only listened to the voice in his ear.
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“Change of plans squad,” He commanded. “ the mission begins in approximately eight minutes.”
He went back to van’s seat and scanned the entrance to college across the street.
* * *
“… well, it’s been nice meeting you.” Professor Clayman rattled tersely and sidled quickly to the coffeepot in the farthest corner of the lounge.
How ironic, he thought to himself, staring at the gleaming machine. With all of man’s sophistication, unity, and heightened intelligence because of the government’s crusade for knowledge, no one had invented and improved version of one of the most common things in life; the coffeepot. In fact, after 2019 no person had invented anything that affected the globe. No Nobel Prize since that time had been presented either for the reason that there wasn’t anyone of the proper caliber to be found. Saul shook his head scornfully, man had dominated man to his injury, buried itself with it’s own complications.
“Bureaucrats.” He mumbled under his breath scanning the crowd.
“What’s that old chap?” A youthful voice breathe into his ear.
The Prof. Took a step back and turned toward the eavesdropper; A stout young English fellow with the vigorous vim in his eyes held out his hand for Prof. Clayman to shake.
“I apologize for the start sport, but I heard you mumbling with words.”
“No, no you must be mistaken sir.” Spoke the Professor dejectedly.
The youth nodded his head but continued in his sly London accent.
“I’m quite sure of what I heard professor, I belief it was something like…bureaucrats.”
“Certainly not.” Squeaked the professor as if offended. “I must have been thinking through my tongue concerning my current ailment… an inflamed scratch. What, if I may ask is your name sir?”
“Ah, I apologize once again Professor. My name and opinions are not as known as yours. David Langley from the Isles of England.”
“From the Isles of England?” Saul spoke with sudden earnest. “It has been a long time since-”
“Yes, yes old chap,” Langley interrupted the divergence. “ but what is the source of your inflammation?”
Saul almost choked on the coffee he was drinking being so startled by the question voil meaning, beads of sweat formed on his brow.
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“A certain species of mite in God’s creation.”
“Strange, I thought man had purified itself of that certain strain of mites.”
“Keep in mind Mr. Langley that nothing man has ever done has been pure, but now I must depart. Class is about to begin.”
“Yes, we will continue this discussion at another time.” David shouted at the fleeing professor.
* * *
Professor Clayman stood unemotional in front of his digital touch-screen board, its dazzling lights reflected on his gleaming hair as he turned to read the large message, left by last year’s students:
GET FIRED OR RETIRE!!!
“Screen erase.” He said mundanely, after reading it for the fifth time.
For the remaining minutes, he sat in his chair until the electronic beep signaled the first period. Ten seconds later, as if announcing the year’s periodic schedule, the students entered through the door in the usual fashion; Each movement of step was in unison, their face bleak, all were clothed in a depressive green, only when they reached the rows of seats did they separate with each individual sitting in a predetermined order assigned at birth. They stared with their unemotional eyes not at the professor, but above his head, as they had been taught, and waited for him to speak.
“Rack up.” Saul spoke barely above a whisper.
He saw a flicker of surprise on a few faces, some even dared to gasp, but quickly silenced themselves.
“Good,” Saul thought to himself as he rose from his seat. “At least some hadn’t completely surprese their emotions.”
“Let me first commence by saying that I am not an ordinary teacher nor will this be an ordinary English class. What we do in this room can be kept inside or be told to anyone whom you see fit, but make sure that it is you who is making the decisions. Now that that is over,” Prof. Clayman began jovially. “we will start today’s lesson. What you see before you were once used daily in a class similar to this one, but in 2004, because of a lack in high intellectual test scores compared with other nations, our civilized government enhanced the curriculum by making it more technologically advanced. Others nation soon followed suit, making what you see before you illogical and astronomical in expense to produce. Up to 2007 we still had libraries and warehouses to store the in, until the harsh winters of the season and the expectation of war made oil transports and other sources of fuel inaccessible. People went to their local libraries and checked these out in a government controlled daily ration to burn for private use. Even after other fuel options became available, the nation continued to burn books because it was the cheapest fuel they could obtained. Steadily they were used until one day they were depleted and the world moved on, feeling content because it had a computerized copy of every book in history. True, you can easily look up every book with your computer but to smell its aroma, feel the smooth ear of a page, to touch its leather bound cover can form into a blissful addiction. The essence of this class will not be books but of discovery and self-reliance. To have a book is a taboo in the world in which we live, men have been stoned, persecuted, shunned, and the discovered volumes burned. What I want you to realize is that men’s rule and laws by which they govern themselves are not all right, some are only products of their own imperfection. Please, everyone rise and come down to touch a book for the first time in your life.”
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Supporters of the use of cellphones in class say that the phones can be used as an educational learning tool in some lessons, but only when the teacher specifically asks for the use of it. Almost all modern smart phones have Internet access and the students are usually able to download some very useful learning applications, for example a graphing calculator app for math or an online dictionary ...
No one obeyed. Saul delved into their faces, but all he saw was eyes targeted above his head.
“Please,” He reiterated, almost pleadingly. “come touch a book.”
Yet the same response.
“Number twenty-three please come and touch a book.”
The boy in the front row kept staring ahead but moved his head toward the professor once he heard his number called. He didn’t rise, only responded in a monotone voice.
“It is illegal to touch a book. I will obey the supreme law.”
“But, but…” Saul stumbled halfway through his sentence when the electronic beep signaled the end of the class.
All the students rose in unison, organized into formation, and stepped single file past the nonexistent Professor Clayman and out the door.
Saul dragged himself wearily in front of his seat, and sat down painfully in his chair.
“Screen, undo erase.”
He looked at the message and read it for the last time, oblivious of the shadow lingered by his door.
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