"Davis, Jerry - Justification" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"No."
"Do you watch birds, or keep an ant farm, or have a dog?"
"No."
"Nothing like that?"
"No."
"Do you pay anyone's bills besides your own? Are you
supporting anyone?"
"No."
"Do you have any family whatsoever?"
"No."
Vlad shook his head, and got up and paced back and forth
behind his desk. "We don't have a lot to work with, Dale."
"I know."
"There's only one chance. We're going to have to cheat."
"How?"
"I'm going to make something up for you, and write your
essay for you. You're going to copy it down----"
"But I thought that----"
"Yes, it's true. They make you write it in your own
handwriting so that a computer program can analyze it and
determine if you're being truthful. That's the key, there, though:
If you believe you're being truthful --- that is, if your
subconscious believes you're telling the truth --- then you'll
fool the computer program."
"How am I going to believe?"
"Well, it's tricky, and there's no absolute guarantee, but
I've had people hypnotised into believing their justification
essays and they've passed without a problem. But the important
thing you have to do even before we begin this is make a solid
commitment to become a honest, worthy citizen after we get you
past your five-year evaluation. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll make the arrangements, you work on positive
thinking. I'll call you at your home when I set up the appointment
with the hypnotist. Okay?" They shook hands, and Dale left his
office feeling much better.

#

Two days later, Dale was right in the middle of the newest
episode of Wide Open Beavers in Mexico when his phone rang and
Vlad announced that an appointment had been made. Dale quickly
wrote down the details and hung up, rushing to get dressed and
ready so he could make the next trolley at the station.
It had been raining off and on that day, but at the moment
the sun was shining through a hole in the clouds and the streets
and sidewalks sparkled with water droplets. The world looked clean
and fresh, and Dale took it as a good omen. It darkened again as
he boarded the trolley, and was pouring down in god-awful torrents
when he reached his destination. It was a small ground-level