I sat nervously on the bench beside the long oak doors that led to the court room. Marble pillars stared down around me, passing preemptive shadows upon my face. My head throbbed as my cold reflection peered back from the polished floors. The dim lights of the waiting hall felt like spotlights to my blurred vision.
What had I done? What could I do?
The doors swung inward with a faint swoosh and I felt my body go rigid. A voice echoed from the darkness beyond the doors like the doors themselves had a voice to speak with.
“It is your turn Mr. Turing.”
I quietly shuffled into the courtroom. The room was shrouded in darkness except for a small lighted path leading to the defendant’s chair, a frail desk that was marred and wounded from its previous occupants. I slipped into its cool seat and immediately the path fell dark and its light was replaced by the illumination of the Judge’s seat high above me. His face was covered in shadows from the bright light above him. The Justice required such measures to protect its Judges from the ill-reputed mass that was the Lawless.
“Mr. Turing,” the Judge’s voice boomed through the darkness,”You have been charged with the most unforgivable of all crimes known through our dear system.” The Judge’s voice wavered slightly as though the mere thought of my crime was too much. “You have risen up to create Anarchy in the Land of the Just. And as our laws allow, we give you a jury to hear your case.”
At this, a panel of light appeared to my left. Although its glass was smoked to protect the faces of my peers, I could make out the figures of the twenty Jurors. Each silently shifted towards one another, whispering. Above them all, sat the single Head of the jury. A deep set silhouette that held the full appearance of his authority.
“We have reviewed your case Mr. Turing,” continued the Judge, “and by our superb discretion,” he graced the Jury with a small nod,”have arrived at a quick and solid verdict. We have asked you to come before us now with your statement so that we may be rid of this burden.”
Cold sweat felt almost as if it was pouring down my forehead. What did I dare to say to these people? The very captors that I sit before could be my saviors. I stood slowly, trying to hide the shaking of my hands.
I began my plea. “Sir, I stand before you as an innocent man that ha-”
The judge slammed his hand down on the large book in front of him, “There! So you claim to be innocent!”
“Yes, but sir I-”
“You have given your statement. A statement that surely sheds the light of Truth upon the unsightly insolence that could only befit a blind and guilt-ridden man!” He slammed his hand down once more before I could speak.
“You, Mr. Turing, are found guilty before the Jury and the Justice. What is your final statement?”
I could no longer hid my trembling. My body shook as fire swelled up in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I grip the desk and lifted it above my head. As it flew towards the glass screen that held the Jury, I could only wonder why they had not thought to bolt it down.
The glass shattered, raining down millions of crystals, shining light that pierced the darkness of the courtroom. As the glass came down around the Jury, I could only make out the form of the Head of Jury scramble to avoid injury. The silhouette had come to form a small bald man, fat and in a tattered suit. I stood and stared at the robotic figures that lined the rows, with their puppet master gone they sat staring at me with blank, cold eyes.
Maybe speaking out for liberty is more of a crime than I thought.