"Mister Wordsworth"
Written on April 5th, 2020
By Doctor Ricky 1024
Copyright © Fanstory 2020.
'All Rights Reserved''

Note: "The time is sometime in the distant future.'
'And Mister Wordsworth?"
"Is on Trail for his Life!"
...
The Scene: "Is a circular room and within the circle?'
'There are, "Twelve Judges."
(All men)
'And, to the side there are Thirteen men and women who will be judged this day!'
'Including one man named,
Rodney Wordsworth.'
...
Mister Chancellor.
'Will the person that the State is judging by the name of Rodney Wordsworth!'
'Show yourself immediately!'
(No answer)
...
'I repeat!'
'Will the person that the State is Condemning and Judging by the name of Rodney Wordsworth.'
'Face the cameras and step into the light!'
'And, show yourself!!!
'A meek and small man wearing thick, "Coke-Bottled Glasses"
'Stepped forward.'
...
'I am Rodney Wordsworth and I am a librarian.'
'The Audience of past murderers, criminals, and rapists...
(Who now run and are called...
"The State"
"Start to boo!"
'Boo, Boo, Boo!!!
...
'Mr. Wordsworth?'
Asks the Counselor.
'You know why you are here today?'
No Mister counselor.'
'I do not have the faintest clue?'
'Well Mr. Wordsworth.'
'You have been found, "Obsolete."
"The crowd is silent."
...
'No more Foundry...
'No Government Entity..
'No Human Being whom has not shown, "Noble Causes"
'Will be so deemed...
"Obsolete!"
...
'And, anybody found to deemed, "Obsolete?"
'By this Court of Justice?'
'And, when found Guilty as charged?'
'Will be sentenced and will be Condemned to Death!'
States the Councilor.
"Clap, Clap, Clap!"
...
'And when in so doing so?'
'You will be given your choice of death of course.'
'Mister Woodsworth!'
'But counselor?'
'I have a noble cause, purpose, and profession.'
'I am a librarian.'
States Mr. Woodsworth.

*****
'You do well know?'
'Mr. Woodsworth that every,
"Dog has its day?"
'And, you will be judged fairly by my court.'
States the Counselor.
'Now?'
'Do you know Mr. Woodworth that all the books were burned ten years ago to protect the State!'
No Reply.
Three weeks later...
...
'It's a Quarter after Nine and the trial has gone on for over almost three and a half hours!'
Until...
...
''Can I have the reading of the Court?'
Asks the Counselor.
'Mr. Woodsworth on this day,
Of May 10th, 2069.'
'The State find you, "Obsolete!"
'And, you have 24 hours to decide your choice of Death on or by the State.'
will do that for you!'
States the Counselor.
...
'Sir, I am innocent.'
'I am a human being.'
'A simple man of integrity that likes to read books and works in library?'
'The State has banned all books now for the past Ten years!'
'You have been living in the past!'
'And hence, you now are guilty as charged!'
'For you are, "Obsolete!"
States the Counselor.
...
'Your Counselor?'
'I do not want to wait onebhour to determine my death.'
'I've already decided.'
'And, I want to be destroyed!'
'I want to be blown into Smithereens!'
'Silence is Golden and you could hear a PIN drop!'
...
'Well, I must admit and all my Twenty-two years of history.'
'This is the first request for such a thing.'
'And, have you decided who you would like to have witnessed the event?'
'Mister Wordsworth?'
'Oh yes Counselor, it is you!'
...
'Well, again and all my 22 years.'
'But I guess I shall be honored with your request?'
24 hours later....

****


'And, Mr. Wordsworth.'
'If I may ask?'
'How are you going to be spending your last day?'
'Spending here, your last few hours?'
'Spending here, and your last few minutes?'
'Mr. Wordsworth...
'Here on Earth?'
...
'Well to tell you the truth Counselor?'
'My ministry Your Counselor?'
'I will be reading from the Holy Bible.'
...
"The time passes and now?"
"The days and the hours turned into only the minutes and a few seconds...
...
'Well Mr. Wordsworth.'
'I see it is now only five minutes until your wishes will come true.'
'And, now as for me?'
'I shall leave your good company and it's been good accompany you.'
'And, good luck in your afterlife in your new library.'
(Smiling like the snake he was!)
...
'Mr. Wordsworth the door is locked?'
No reply?
'Again, Mr. Wordsworth, the door is locked?'
'And, I must leave now!'
Shaking...
'I'm not doomed to spend my life in your gloom!'
...
'Now Mr. Former Counselor?'
'l and the State has charged you with being, so called, "Obsolete!" "How do you plead?'
'I am innocent of any charges!'
Yells the Former Counselor.
...
'I did my job to the best I can!'
'And, why am I here in this room being judged by the State?'
'As if a person who was "Obsolete?"
Asked the Former Counselor.
...
'Well first former Counselor.'
'Let's make one thing perfectly clear?'
'You're not in a room here ABOUT to be Judged by the State!'
'You are now in a place below!' 'Being judged by this panel of fortunate victims of your petty and Cruel Intentions!'
...
'And, no Human Being living or even did?'
'Is able to make and pass past and deemed so call, "Obsolete!'
'And we all have our purpose and hence as Satan's ministry and in charge of ministering all charges...
'All Chargers of Justice below.'
'I now deem you not only obsolete but to death?'
'But welcome to...
"FUCKING HELL!'
The End.
Approximate Word Count: 927.