Flatland Page #3

Watch yourself.

If she gets out of line I'll be down the hall.

Ms. Line?

Ms. Line? I'm your court-appointed attorney.

I'm required by law to tell you that

I'm not obligated to take your case.

Is that understood?

- You must answer me if I'm to remain.

- I understand!

Good. Now, do you...

- wish to confess?

- Confess?

Your affiliation with the Chromatic Sedition?

My what? Is that what they said?

- Yeah.

- Do I look like a Chromatist?

But the arrest warrant states

that you were picked up as a...

I was arrested for failing

to use my Peace-cry.

- Well, Is that all?

- YES!

Well...

I'm afraid the charge just can't be changed.

So why are you here?

I know why I'm here, but why are you?

When you came in I was dreaming about...

I can't explain it.

There are no words.

A not-here, an else, a something else.

Elsewhere.

It wasn't here, it wasn't our world...

In my dream I thought,

so this isn't all there is?

I know. Crazy.

What else is there but here,

this... this Flatland?

- What did you say?

- Ugh! Nothing.

Why do you call the world Flatland?

I don't know. Because it's FLAT?

I don't see your point.

The world is a plane, of course it's flat.

I know, but in my dream...

Dreams? Dreams aren't admissible in court...

I don't see any angle I can take that

could possibly change your sentence.

- Which will be?

- Do you want to hear what the judge will say?

- His exact words?

- Yes!

Angles of sharpness will pierce and slice and

segment your person until you are dead, DEAD...

I'm sorry. Is there anyone?

- A husband, children?

- No, I'm alone!

Who am I? What am I?

Counselor, what are we here for?

To prepare your defense.

Maybe I'm nothing. Or will be soon.

So hey...

Why not simply do it for them now?

- Do what for them?

- My execution!

Because that's... against the law...

oh no... wait a minute!

WAIT! WAIT!

Guards! Guards! Guards!

ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!

ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!

GUARDS! GUARDS!

- What the! Where is she? Did she escape?

- You're not going to find her!

- She didn't escape!

- You don't mean she...

But you're her attorney!

How could you let her do that?

And how was I supposed to stop her?

I told her it was illegal!

What's going on here?

Where's the prisoner?

- She... she, uh, ate herself, sir.

- WHAT?

It's true. I was in the cell with her,

discussing her defense, when she... she...

- You couldn't stop her?

- What was I supposed to do?

She was a line! She could've killed me!

- There was nothing I could do!

- Nothing? Nothing!

All attorneys should be sliced into

little pieces and fed to the irregulars!

Oh, I've seen a lot of things!

I've rounded the cape and

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