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George looked around the court room. The jury had just taken their seats and none would make eye contact with him. It didn’t look good. He had expected it but hoped for better.
He was a scientist. He developed new technology to help humanity. He never intended for anyone to he hurt. But now they feared him and it.
It was wrong, he knew, for them to stifle his creative energy. What right did any of them have to restrict his activity? He worked for their benefit, so they were only hurting themselves. No matter what the verdict…
He took a deep breath and willed his heart to beat slower. It was that sort of thinking that got him into this trouble.
They were all called to rise as the judge entered the court room. He didn’t make eye contact either.
George looked at his feet for a minute and wondered if he had doomed not only himself but his colleagues. What would happen to the research, the experiential new technology they developed over the last year? It promised so much. Surely, the judge would recognize this.
His attorney rose with him as the jury foreman prepared to read the verdict. George concentrated on the piece of paper that held his future written on it. His knees shook and he felt beads of sweat form on his brow.
“In the case of Humanity versus Technology we the jury find Technology guilty.”
The room erupted in applause and cheers. George fell into his seat. Just because the first prototype of his steam-engine exploded didn’t mean that he couldn’t resolve the pressure issue. It would revolutionize transportation and manufacturing and who knew what else.
He realized that the judge was speaking.
“Development of any technology beyond what we have now is forbidden. Anyone found to be delving into these evil arts will be sentenced to 20 years hard labor, just like the defendant here.”
The gavel came down with a crack.
micheledutcher - Technology often equals magic, and magic equals evil. If a man is truly a genius, there often seems to be a confederacy of dunces against him (quoted) and if those dunces hold the power of the law, the chips will fall with a loud thump. Good story.
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