Computer Leon wrote a protest letter and when the officials took him for questioning, he knew what he would say, and he said it: “I’m not sorry I wrote it. I knew you’d come for me.”
“And did you think we didn’t know you’d say that?” an Official said in the interrogation room. “You’re one human, one man, Leon. We have teams on you, forecasting, anticipating, computing the outcomes and possibilities. Observe.”
The Official showed Computer Leon a print out. One line out of several had been highlighted in pink. This line was: “I”m not sorry I wrote it. I knew you’d come for me.”
On another print out, these items had been highlighted: “Toast, jam, and coffee for breakfast.”
“Lucky,” said Computer Leon.
“What about this?” the Official said, handing Leon an additional: “5 gallons of gas, a ream of paper, paper clips, a chocolate shake and a hamburger sans onions and a generous gob of guacamole.”
“Impressive, but I’m still not sorry,” Computer Leon said.
The Official handed him another piece of paper. The highlighted pink line said: “Impressive, but I’m still not sorry.” The Official smiled. “Leon, we have you down to the minutest grain.”
“Enough with the printouts,” Computer Leon said. “Do you think I didn’t come prepared?” Leon took out a stack of his own printouts. The Official lifted an eye brow. Leon showed him some of the things he’d highlighted but in yellow:
“And did you think we don’t know you’d say that?” an Official said in the interrogation room. “You’re one human, one man, Leon. We have teams on you, forecasting, anticipating, computing the outcomes and possibilities. Observe.”
And the last highlight: “Leon, we have you down to the minutest grain.”
