[short story – by Sha’Tara]
At first it just caused a bit of stir locally and I wouldn’t have thought much of it if I hadn’t been goaded by my brother to follow up on the case. “There’s something here that needs exposure” he told me.
An unknown woman had been arrested for practicing medicine without a license. Well, in the current wave of political uncertainty, and, OK, let’s call a spade a spade, craziness, that in itself should not have merited a packed court room.
But it did. Let me tell you the story as I witnessed some of it, participated in some and as the rest was told to me by a source.
My name is Keith Darbour. I’m a free lance reporter – my passion – but I hold “real” jobs to pay the bills. Freelance reporting these days of national paranoia and corporate press ownership and control isn’t what it used to be. I mean, hell, this used to be thought of as a free country. I can tell you, that is no longer the case. But I digress. Back to the case.
As I said, the courtroom is packed. “All rise.” Judge Judy Kean sits at her desk. There is only one item on her agenda today. The defendant, a young, tall and slim woman with long wavy dark hair and exotic skin enters between two female guards. She sits at the prisoner’s dock. The prelims over, the jury having already been selected, both lawyers make their opening statements. Basically, the State: practicing medicine without a license. The defence: extenuating circumstances.
I’ll make my prelims short. There was a bus accident. Several people were injured, some seriously. It was thought a child was even dead. The defendant (so it is assumed at this point) arrived on the scene and provided first aid and more. The victims, some now present in the court room as witnesses, claimed that she was able to reach inside their bodies, reset bones, stop haemorrhaging, heal severe tears in skin almost instantly and calm the rest. Every person affected in the accident walked away healed. Ambulances and police came, of course, but it became clear at the outset that none of the victims required further help, and many even loudly and vociferously refused such help.
The woman was arrested for healing, oh, excuse me, “practicing medicine” without a license and jailed. Today is her trial. Let’s see what comes of this hard to believe situation. Let’s see how evolved we are, as a society, as a civilization.
Prosecution approaches the defendant and asks her name.
“Under your name rules, translated to the best of my ability, my name is A-125-04-H. I believe your police erroneously entered my name as Alice Haley. If you wish, I can use that name.”
“We want your real name, miss. Can you give us that?”
“I did that, sir. My name is A-125-04-H”
“Very well, please explain what that means for the court.”
“Certainly sir. I am Android, series 125, batch 04, category: Healer. That is what I am, and what I am programmed by my makers, to perform. I was built to heal whenever I encountered damage to sentient life. That is what I am and I cannot change that programming, even if I wanted to, which of course I would not.”
Judge: “Do you understand miss Haley what ‘contempt of court’ means? Do you understand that the court has authority over you here as long as you remain a suspect in a very serious crime?”
“Yes I understand that very well, but I must make a clarification to your claim of authority over me. You have jurisdiction, but not authority, unless I grant you that right, and I must make it very clear that my programming prevents me from doing so. Therefore I state: you have no authority over me. Only my programmers do.”
Titters ran through the crowd. The judge rapped her gavel, “Order. Any more interruptions and I will clear this court.” I can tell you she sounded very annoyed and her anger was barely restrained.
“Young lady, I have full authority in this courtroom, including over you. I have the authority to stop this and have you returned to jail pending an appeal. Is that what you want? I won’t have people making fun of this court, or me, understand?”
“Yes, I understand of course. What I don’t understand is why the truth appears to be such an obstacle to getting on with the facts surrounding my arrest. Isn’t that why I’m here? I tell you the truth, witnesses corroborate, and the judgment must be that I be set free. My “crime” your honour, is practising medicine without a licence. But it’s my nature to heal damaged life; my programming is my license….”
Gavel again. “Stop. You will not turn this courtroom into a circus. We will have you tell us your real name or you will be in contempt and you will go to a psychiatric institution for observation. Is that clear?”
Prosecution: “May I continue, your honour?”
“Miss Haley, I’ll take that to be your maiden name, where do you live?”
“Galactic quadrant C-5, planet Abergani. It’s all in my implant but there is no technology here that can read it. I’m sorry, that’s the best I can do.”
“Do you do drugs, miss Haley?”
“I understand what your question means. In that sense the answer is no, I don’t. Androids do not ingest either for sustenance or self-pleasuring. It would negatively affect our metabolism.”
“You continue to claim you are an android. Does this mean you are not human?”
“Yes. I am essentially a machine. I am not human, as you understand the term.”
“Uhuh!” Turns to the jury with a sarcastic smile and a shrug. Smiles from the jurors. “How did you get here?”
“Best guess, an error or a miscalculation in the part of those who sent me out to help in a disaster in quadrant D-8. This, according to my calculations, is quadrant Y-17, sol system X-092, and this is called planet Tiam-2, which you call “earth. Oh, there’s been a disaster in a country you call Yemen – I should be going there now – may I be excused?”
Smiling broadly, the prosecutor states, “This isn’t a classroom, miss. Just sit there and answer my questions.”
“But people are dying. I could be saving their lives now. I’m being conflicted in my response to programming. Oh, wait. I do not need to obey you, you are not human – only pseudo-human. I can leave.”
“No, sorry but… where did she go?”
I need not add, the court exploded in complete disarray. The defendant literally faded in front of over one hundred people who were all looking at her. But that wasn’t going to be the end of it because some moments later “Alice” re-appeared. There was slight smile on her small but perfect face. She seemed completely at peace.
“I’m sorry about that interruption. I just had to go and help. It’s taken care of for now. Please continue.” I could barely hear her over the hubbub but finally everybody settled and it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
“How did you do that little disappearing trick?”
“I did not disappear sir, I cannot do that. I simply shifted dimensionally. It’s easily enough done over tiny distances like the circumference of a planet. I only had to shift over half-way, manipulate your time, perform my duty and return.”
“Why did you not “shift dimensionally” and leave the jail then?”
“I did. Many times. If I may say so sir, madam judge, your world is in a terrible mess. You must do something about all the pain and death your species inflicts on itself and on other life forms. This is a very unhealthy state of affairs that will not bode you well in the near future.”
Judge, still not recovered from the shock of having a defendant simply disappear from the prisoner’s dock, then reappear a few moments later, stares at the defendant. “Miss Haley, will you promise to remain here while I confer in chambers?”
“In chambers – now, and I mean now. No, no notes!” (The following I got from the defence counsel later in the day.)
In chambers, Judge Kean: “Can either of you explain this circus act to me? Am I being made fun of here? Who is the escape artist in the dock?”
Prosecutor: “My question also judge. We’re being played here, question is, who’s behind this, and what’s the point?”
Defence: “Come on. You saw it for yourselves. She disappeared and came back. She’s smart, sure of herself, rattles off information that’s obviously real to her. What if she’s exactly what she says she is?”
Judge: “Is there a way we can prove it?”
Defence: “Two that come to mind. Check the computer, what’s going on in Yemen. How about we ask her to seriously cut herself and watch her heal herself?”
Judge: “Well, here’s the situation. There was a bombing of a school in Yemen about half an hour ago. There was apparently much carnage but after some minutes all of the victims walked out of the wreckage as if nothing happened. They all refused medical help and went to their respective homes. There is even a picture here of a woman walking among the ruins of the school but she’s wearing the mandatory hijab with which she covers part of her face. Can’t be identified. Doesn’t that sound a lot like the bus accident though? Same reaction from the healed victims. OK, as much as I hate grandstanding, this can only be resolved with a demonstration. I’ll ask her to cut herself and heal herself. Let’s just see what her reaction to that will be.”
Judge re-entering the court. “Thank you for your patience. We will now ask for a demonstration that will tell us if the defendant is in fact telling the truth, or making a mockery of this court. Alice Haley, please stand.”
The woman stood, still with that completely peaceful look on her face. Waiting.
Judge: “I’m going to ask you to prove yourself to me, to the jury and this entire court. I want you to take the knife that will be given to you and to slice your arm open. Then I want you to heal yourself so we can all see. Can you do that, “Android”?
Alice: “It isn’t a question of whether I can, or cannot. Of course I can do that. The problem is, self-harming is against my programming. I cannot do it, however much I’d want to. Someone else will have to cut my arm, and I will then demonstrate my healing skills for you.”
“Assuming you are telling us the truth, and we checked up on your Yemen story which seems to validate what you told us, then I will ask for a volunteer to cut your arm. Anyone?”
I can assure you there were no takers. Who in any kind of right mind would walk up to a passive young woman and simply cut her arm open, just to prove a point? Nuts, right? I looked over the courtroom to see if anyone would have the courage to volunteer. And I thought, well, that includes me, doesn’t it. … Me… Do I have the guts to do such a thing? Come on, somebody, volunteer, I thought, but no one did. So it was down to me, Keith Darbour, freelance journalist and private investigator. I got up slowly. “Seems like no one is volunteering so maybe, I mean, I think I should then.”
“Thank you. Your name sir?”
“Keith Darbour, your honour.”
“Ah yes, I’ve heard of you somewhere. You’re a journalist?”
“Yes your honour.”
“Would you come down here please, and do as you are asked to?” I was in it now, couldn’t back out. I was handed a wicked looking hunting knife – who knows where that came from! – and told to stand beside the defendant. She looked at me and smiled as she lifted her left arm so I could grab her wrist. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind until she put her right hand on my shoulder and suddenly everything seemed all right, normal. I lay the knife on the lovely skin and slashed across veins and tendons. There was no explosion of blood, just some clear liquid flowing out slowly. She took her arm from my grip and wrapped her right hand around the “wound” and when she removed her hand there was no sign of the cut. She was still smiling as if the whole thing was a bit of a joke. Which to her it must have been. Such primitives, she must have thought.
Judge: “Raise your left arm, please, miss Haley.” She did and turned it around for all to see that there was no harm done at all. She had never screamed, never expressed any pain, not even winced while I slashed her. It was, well, amazing? More, it was a revelation.
So what could they do but let her go? They knew they couldn’t hold her in any case; that she wasn’t doing any harm, quite the opposite. Now you’re probably wondering, assuming you believe this tale, where she is at the moment. What can I tell you? I wanted to interview her but she “disappeared” almost as soon as she was told she was free to go. I tried to locate her through the Internet alternative media, looking for some weird news about mass healings somewhere, anywhere, but found nothing certain. Rumours and more rumours, and huge “alternate facts” spin-outs from the court hearing. Do yourselves a favour: don’t tune in the Alex Jones’ Infowars for information, he’s got hold of the court story and has gone deeper down his rabbit hole than ever before.
What do I think? I like to think that she’s not only out there, healing people and teaching compassion, but calling more of her kind to assist her. We could do with more of her kind practicing medicine without a license. In fact we could do with more of our own kind doing the same thing because these days, really, it seems rather obvious that having the license and charging for services rates much higher than actually having any healing success. By success I mean that after the medical coteries are done with you, you should be thoroughly healed, not become a crippled dependent on more “specialists” and drugs, ’til death do us part, Amen.