"FWLS6" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Well, the money is collected by the people's army, then
handed over to the state. The state then redistributes it."

"Makes sense, can't rely on the people's math skills to
handle all the long division. Who's the state?"

"Err, just Piskov for nowski," the taller guard said. "He
says he'll be employing a larger state once we get more members
indoctrinated in the way."

"So the state divides it up. Does the state get anything?"

"Well, of course. There's the management of the commune,
fees, food, supplies, and all sorts of things to worry about."

Ah. A loophole. The Guide always said the best way to
obtain more money than your peers is to be the supervisor, and
obtain a higher salary for the obviously higher responsibility.
"But he gets the same share the rest of the people do, right?"

"That is correctski."

Hmmm. I seriously doubted that. This was sounding less and
less like traditional communism and more like corporate ethic by
the minute. Every good Saren can smell a rotten deal coming from
five rooms away, and this one REEKED.

"Say, I have to go to the bathroom. Can you unlock the cell
for me?"

"Is there not a commode in there, comrade?"

"Well, yes, but I accidentally flushed a washcloth down it a
few minutes ago. There's one down the hall a ways."

"I will escort him," the taller communist said. "You
maintain guard here."

My cell was unlocked, and the tall one gently prodded me
along down the call. These chaps weren't all that bad, I
thought. Misguided, but not the sort of people you wouldn't mind
seeing at a party, or something. I was going to regret this.

Seeing as how I'm awfully short and this guard was awfully
tall, my elbow, when thrust backwards with all the strength I
could muster, neatly slammed into his groinal area. I ignored
the high-pitched whine of agony, and ran as fast as a pair of
sandals can take you down the hallway.

I had seen the troops bringing confiscated credit chips in