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Part III -- Other Participants' Stories
The Witness's Story
One of the witnesses in the rape/murder case against the Chester
Caveman lived in a single room across the hall from Chester.
Originally, he was a prosecution witness, because he'd seen Debby
storming out of Chester's room and down the hallway towards the stairs.
He'd been the last to see her before her body was found inside the
trash bin.
However, he turned out to be an excellent defense witness, even though
the facts were established through cross examination during the
prosecution's case in chief.
The witness had exclaimed, "Debby!" as she ran by him toward the
stairs. He stopped and watched as she entered the stairwell, and then
entered his room. Chester never left his room while the witness was in
the hallway, and the witness never heard him or anyone running down the
hallway the rest of that evening.
He discovered after the case, that the defense attorney had used his
testimony to establish that the boyfriend didn't chase after the
girlfriend. If Chester had simply walked, he would never have caught
up with her.
He himself was convinced that Chester had nothing to do with Debby's
rape and murder, although Chester was a major asshole and sometimes
violent towards his girlfriends.
One day, he saw on the news that Chester's dead body was discovered in
an alley. Media commentators were gleeful about his murder. "That, my
friends, is the way to deal with crime!"
A couple days later, the witness was walking back to the campus from an
off-campus function, when he suddenly felt dizzy and faint, and felt
himself falling to the ground.
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The Holdout Juror's Story
The one juror who'd insisted on voting for the defendant's innocence
was truly amazed at everything that happened in the trial. Not only
was the case against the boyfriend garbage, he couldn't get through to
any of the other jurors. They all wanted to convict so they could go
home and sleep easily. They were all the more influenced by the
horrible crime, then by the fact that there was no reliable evidence
pinning the defendant to the crime.
The police testimony about what the defendant had admitted was garbage;
that much was obvious.
The foreman had even pulled an outrageous stunt, claiming that the jury
had reached a verdict even when they hadn't. The Holdout had exclaimed
no at the point where the foreman claimed to find him guilty of capital
murder.
A few weeks later, the Holdout saw in the news, the body of the
defendant found in an alley. He was outraged at the media commentary
supporting the murder.
He was motivated to search out the defense attorney, and see if there
was anything he could do to help.
One evening after dark, he was out, and had to stop to fill his car.
While the pump was running, he felt dizzy and faint, and felt himself
falling to the ground.
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The Defense Attorney's Story
Lawrence Abramowitz, Esq., realized that this was the best likely
outcome of the case against his client. Ideally, his client would have
received a non-guilty verdict, but he felt himself lucky that one juror
saw the obvious -- and the prosecutor dropped the charges instead of
having a retrial with a defense better prepared.
DNA testing had turned out against the defense, because some of the DNA
matched the defendant. There were other alleles that didn't match
either her or the defendant, but the prosecutor attributed that to her
having sex with others. In his own argument, Larry had attributed the
boyfriend's DNA match to voluntary sex, and the other alleles to the
rapist or rapists.
Larry had several other criminal cases that he had to work on, and also
he was going to sue various media outlets who libeled him in this
highly public case.
Then his client, Chester Caveman, was found dead in an alley. It
turned out his body was perfectly healthy, and had no sign of injury,
poison, or anything else that might cause death. It was as if his
brain had been turned off.
He called the police, who reassured him that the death was being
investigated. Then the officer said, "It's shysters like you who
render all our work for naught," and slammed down the phone.
A few days later, the body of the prosecution witness who had been
surprisingly helpful was found in another alley. This received much
less coverage in the media, just a brief mention. It took Larry
several inquiries to establish that the mode of death was identical: it
appeared that someone had simply turned off his brain.
A few days later still, the body of the holdout juror was discovered in
yet another alley. And yes, the mode of death was again identical.
This murder received less coverage than the defendant's, but more
coverage than the witness's. And opinion was now divided about equally
between support and opposition to his murder.
Larry was wondering if he had something to fear himself. He called the
police and pointed out the identical features in the deaths, and that
they were clearly related to his case. Someone was murdering for
revenge. He expressed concern about his own safety.
At one point, he was out walking in broad daylight. Several persons
were about, pretty much doing their own thing. At one point, he was
well away from all other pedestrians, when he sensed an unwelcome odor
in the air. He covered his mouth and face, and did his best to breath
as little as possible, and ran toward a more populated area just next
to an intersection with traffic signals.
He started breathing again, and felt dizziness try to overcome him. He
fought.
"Are you okay?" asked a pedestrian.
"No, I think I'm being murdered," said Larry as the dizziness took hold
of him, causing him to collapse. "Please record everything you can
about any vehicle that takes me away." He finally fainted.
The next thing Larry knew, he found himself in a small, cluttered dorm
room, and his client was slapping him in the face: once on his right
cheek and again on his left. As his body screamed, and as he detected
his body's thoughts, he realized that he was now inside the rape-murder
victim's body. He could hear and feel and see what she did, and could
hear some of her thoughts, but couldn't control anything.
Larry realized that this was where Debby was storming out of her
boyfriend's, his client's, room and heading straight to her doom.
Well, at least he'd find out who really murdered Debby. Not that it
would do anyone any good at this point.
She stormed passed the friendly prosecution witness, who exclaimed,
"Debby!"
`Debby,' Larry thought as hard as he could. `Debby, you really don't
want to continue the way you're going. You don't want to be raped or
murdered.' It was futile, Larry knew. But he had to try. `Debby.
This way lies Death.'
Debby slowed almost to a stop for a moment. Did Debby actually hear
his thoughts? `Yes Debby, turn around. Your boyfriend's an asshole,
but that boy you just passed might agree to put you up for the night.'
Unfortunately, Debby started up again, and continued to the stairs.
`No Debby, you don't wanna go that way.' Unfortunately, nothing
further worked.
Then came the encounter with Charles and Troy. He experienced the full
DP-rape as Debby did, and it hurt horribly. He couldn't scream even
though he did mentally. Then he was helplessly carried to the bin and
dumped inside.
While Debby passed out, Larry didn't pass out, even though he felt he
was about to. The odor of garbage was atrocious, and the garbage plus
the shorts in his mouth meant he was gradually suffocating. He was
still helpless in Debby's body.
`Debby!' Larry mentally shouted. `Debby! Wake up, Debby! Debby!
You're not dead yet; there's still hope!'
Debby began stirring.
'Yes, Debby. You're still alive. Come up, Debby, come up out of your
sleep. We can escape this. Awaken, Debby.'
Debby suddenly struggled against the bonds holding her. The stench was
awful.
`Not that way, Debby. Patience, Debby. Patience, patience.' Debby
slowed down. `Yes, Debby, patience. This stench is just a nuisance,
Debby. Nothing more; just a nuisance.'
Debby now seemed more receptive to Larry's thoughts, and Larry's first
order of business was to calm Debby down and stop Debby's panic. Once
that succeeded, Debby herself managed to slowly but surely work her
arms free of their bindings.
It was now a simple matter to untie her legs. It was a little harder
to climb up a pile of trash to the top and push the lid open enough to
climb through and out. She fell hard, scraping herself on the concrete
and twisting one foot.
`Congratulations, Debby! You're free!' thought Larry in her mind. `No
hurry now, take your time, nurse your wounds.' After waiting a minute,
during which Debby noticed she was naked but still gagged with her
shorts, she put her shorts on properly. She breathed deeply the less
rancid air outside the trash bin.
She was still topless. `Don't mind that, Debby. Now emergency
medical.' Unfortunately, her ankle was still twisted and spranged.
`The main dorm entrance, Debby. They'll help you. Not very far,
Debby. You can make it.'
It took Debby some time to make her way around to the main dorm
entrance, with the promise of aid.
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"Has the jury reached their verdicts?" asked the judge.
"We have, your honor," answered the foreman.
"Would you please state the jury's verdicts," said the judge.
"We find both defendants guilty of aggravated sexual assault, guilty of
aggravated kidnapping, guilty of aggravated assault, guilty of
attempted capital murder, your honor," answered the foreman.
The judge interrogated every juror, asking if he or she concurred with
the verdict. Every juror answered, "Yes."
Larry in Debby's mind found it eerie watching himself cross-examine the
prosecution witnesses, introducing evidence of falsified forensics to
discredit prosecution forensic evidence, arguing that the
identification of the defendants as the attackers was strongly leading,
as the defendants were at the defense table, among numerous other
attempts to raise reasonable doubt in the minds of the jurors.
When Debby or anyone in her family expressed outrage at the
proceedings, Larry in Debby's mind held his peace. After all, he
couldn't tell her that she might have been murdered, her former
boyfriend prosecuted and possibly convicted and executed, and the two
thugs who killed her still at loose among the population.
Larry sometimes had to remind himself that if he wasn't allowed to
aggressively defend defendants like the two rapists, he wouldn't be
allowed to aggressively defend innocents like the former boyfriend, or
defendants charged with overextended offenses for innocent conduct or
speaking out.
He also told himself that due to his aggressive defense, the
defendants' convictions wouldn't be overturned because of ineffective
assistance of counsel.
And Debby was no longer murdered, although she'd still experienced the
other crimes. Debby's former boyfriend and innocent defendant, the
witness, the holdout juror -- none of those would be murdered and mind-
transferred to personally experience Debby's rape and murder. As for
himself, well...
Debby found herself privy to a few discussions between her father and
two university professors, one in the department of physics and one in
the departments of both psychiatry and neurology in the school of
medicine.
"I've studied and analyzed the professional conduct of lawyers in
general," said the latter, "and defense attorneys in particular. They
tend to be sociopaths, lacking conscience and empathy for the victims
of crimes. Not only do they obstruct to the best of their abilities
the punishment of criminals, they make it impossible to punish the
worst criminals appropriately. The best one can do is confine them and
extract a small amount of labor. One can no longer execute a rapist,
an armed robber, or a carnal moral corrupter of a child, youth, or
young lady."
Debby didn't like what she heard. It sounded as if she would be
considered carnally morally corrupted for having sex and enjoying it.
Another time, the physics professor said, "We can take that attorney's
soul, his consciousness, out of his brain and send it back in time into
Debby's brain in time to have him personally experience the savage
crime. He would ride Debby's mind piggy-back, experience everything
that she experiences, but be unable to control her body in any way.
"The attorney's body would be completely healthy and whole for some
time. Only the soul part of his brain, his consciousness and
sensation, would be turned off."
Debby's dad asked, "Would you return the attorney to his own body after
he experiences Debby's vicious rape?"
"No, we wouldn't. When we've tried reversing the process with animals,
we wound up with parts of both souls in both brains. We put a cat's
soul into a canary. Then we tried to return the cat's soul back to the
cat, but one-tenth of the cat's soul remained in the canary, and half
the canary's soul returned to the cat. Neither lived for more than a
few minutes. With two different cats, similar soul-splitting occurred.
Most cats lived up to one day. One cat managed to survive, but has a
major defective split personality.
"We haven't yet tried to reverse the process and bring the soul back
into it's original body with humans. We could try it with two
attorneys or criminals, but we dare not with Debby."
Debby was nauseated. Her stomach heaved, but she managed to prevent
herself from vomiting. "NO! Enough evil's been done! Just leave the
man alone." She ran out of the room, up to her own room.
Larry, who'd remained silent through all this, came alive. `They must
do it, Debby.'
"WHAT?" exclaimed Debby. That was the first time she'd ever responded
to Larry's thinking at her.
`They must send me back into your mind. Otherwise, you die in the
trash bin, Debby.' Larry kept to himself the thoughts and fears of
creating a real paradox -- destroying the space-time continuum,
perhaps. He also kept his memory of the boyfriend and the other
murders to himself.
"You're the attorney?"
`Lawrence Abramowitz, Esq., at your service, Miss Debby.'
"That means you've seen--" she instinctively covered her breasts and
crotch, even though she was fully dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved
corduroy shirt.
`You're very pretty, Miss Debby.'
"Thank you -- I think. And that was you haunting me that night!
You... you... you tried turning me away, and then you got me out of
that garbage!"
`You did the work, Debby. I motivated you. I saved my own skin as
well. Make of that what you wish.'
"You've been inside me all the time?"
'Yes, since just before the crime.'
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"It's him!" whispered Debby, involuntarily, as the unconscious attorney
was brought in on a stretcher. They were in a room with a conveyor
belt that passed through the hole of a huge donut-shaped machine.
"Excuse me?" One of the professors turned toward her, as the other
professor flipped a switch on the donut machine.
"Nothing, nothing, sorry," she said, not only embarrassed, but
terrified of saying something that would change their minds, or make
them suspect that he was already in her mind. She she was unable to
take her eyes off the proceedings, even though she was terrified to the
point of nausea.
The donut machine flashed various LEDs of various colors on and off,
before settling to a pattern of green lights.
Larry also watched the proceedings with interest. He never insisted on
being there; Debby did along with the rest of her family. But he was
interested in what they were doing to him and how they were doing it.
Debby's family was practically gloating at seeing the attorney get his
just deserts, as far as Debby could tell.
One of the professors, the physics one Debby thought, sat at a display
on the side of the donut machine, and repeatedly typed and paused.
"I've spotted both Debby, her boyfriend, and both rapists about four
days before the crime. Their signatures has been identified, so we can
aim for about five minutes before her rape.
"I'm preparing the presignals, each with their own signature. I'm
setting the system to search and display the presignals in addition to
the humans. Several have to be sent -- and the system is now
displaying the presignal locations as well. I'm going to send them as
preprogrammed -- don't ask me what happens if I don't send the
presignals out now. Just don't. They've already arrived, at Debby's
location about three minutes before the start of the crime. Two
signals are in fact close enough to Debby and far enough from the
boyfriend that the soul sent to either of their locations will dive
into Debby.
"We're going to send our chosen presignal last, when we send the
attorney's soul. Although we can't test the presence of the soul, it
has arrived the same time and place as the chosen presignal."
They put his body on a conveyor belt, with his head aimed toward the
donut machine. One of the professors turned on the conveyor belt, and
the attorney's head slowly passed through the donut hole. The belt
reversed, and the attorney slowly slid back. The belt reversed again,
sending the attorney's head through the donut hole, and reversed again,
returning the attorney's head back out.
Meanwhile, a series of LEDs on the machine arranged in a circle flashed
on and off more or less at random. When the conveyer belt stopped,
another LED shifted from green to red, as the circular LEDs continued
their flashing.
Finally, the circular LEDs stopped flashing, and the red LED returned
to green. The psychiatry professor said, "It's been done."
"Did it succeed?" asked Dad.
"About 90% chance of success, yes," answered the professor.
"Any way to test it?"
"We can't look back in time and detect actual souls, if that's what
you're asking. As for testing now, it's been months. He's probably
died out of her mind."
The physics professor said, "There's always a danger in sending a soul
back in time. There's also a danger in testing the results before we
do it."
"What kind of danger?"
"The problem's really the same as if we detected a presignal that we
sent, and then didn't send it. What if we tested Debby's brain and
detected the presence of the attorney, and then didn't send the
attorney back. What happens?"
The psychiatry professor said, "That would be an interesting
experiment. But the *physicist* here won't allow it. But someday,
I'll do it."
"Not if I have any say in the matter!" retorted the physicist.
`They're playing with the universe. A dangerous game,' said Larry in
Debby's mind. `At least the physicist realizes it. They have to be
caught and stopped, even if not for my murder.'
On the way home, Debby said, "It succeeded."
"What? Oh, the attorney?" asked Dad.
"Yeah, he's been in my mind since just before the crime."
"So he experienced your crime, and now knows what it's really like?"
asked her older sister. "Good!"
"Better, Sis. I vaguely felt his haunting, first trying to divert me
from the crime. Then in the trash bin, I sensed his haunting and
ideas. He encouraged me awake and helped me escape. I would have died
otherwise, I think. Once I was with others who would help me, he went
silent. Until I first heard you talking about sending him back to
experience my crime; he came alive then."
"Trying to get you to persuade us not to send him back?"
"No, just the opposite. He said it had to be done; I would have died
otherwise. But now he says they're playing a dangerous game with the
universe, and have to be stopped. I hope you remember the exchanged
between the physicist and the psychiatrist, about not sending something
after it's known to have been sent."
The following day, the news announced the discovery of the attorney's
brain-dead body in an alley. A week later, the two professors and
several aides were arrested for the murder of the attorney. They were
also suspected in other brain-dead bodies found around the city.
Larry, who had been fighting ever-increasing tiredness and an ever
stronger drive to drift asleep, finally decided his work and his time
were over. He let sleep overtake him, determined now to Rest In Peace.
The END
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