ASSIGNMENT: INTERROGATION OBSERVER
Subject: Evan Vilson
GENSTAT number: 8341-1652-1311.
Date Assigned: 10/02/2358
Monitoring Period: TEMPORARY.
Transcript ref number:123BGC-9876HFG-213378.A

Date: 10/02/2358 Time: 16:53

LOCATION - LFS - SECURITY OFFICE - INTERROGATION ROOM 1B
VISUAL SCAN - Subject is wearing dirty blue jeans, a black sweatshirt, and white high top sneakers. He is wearing a type I locater (belt worn handset).

Officer Meyerson and Officer Farnsworth are conducting the interrogation.

EM Scan - Electromagnetic fields indicate subject is within security compliance.

Meyerson picks some lint off his perfectly pressed pin stripped suit.  
Farnsworth stands behind Vilson, his arms folded across his chest.  
Venom radiates from his stare at the back of Vilson's head.  Meyerson 
stands in front of the sweaty and shaking Vilson.

			MEYERSON
	What's a matter Vilson?  You hungry?  Your shaking 
	like a wet puppy.

			VILSON
	Fuck you Meyerson.

			MEYERSON
	I think he's definitely hungry.  What do you think 
	Farnsworth?

			FARNSWORTH
	I think we should space the fuck.

A fearful Vilson starts to turn around to look at Farnsworth.  Farnsworth 
grabs either side of Vilson's head and spins his head back - eyes front.

			VILSON
	I want my lawyer!

			MEYERSON
	We've called him twice, Vilson.  I even left a message
	for him on CIVNET, but he's very busy you know.

			VILSON
	I don't give a shit!  I want him now.

			FARNSWORTH.
	You know the smartest thing the first generation did was
	bring along only ten lawyers.  Administrator Chirmirdon
	wanted to start with a clean slate.  He was a genius.

			MEYERSON
	And do you know to this day, Vilson, there are only ten lawyers.
	10 per million.  Some say that ratio's too high.

			VILSON
	I got rights.

			FARNSWORTH
	We already read 'em to you scum bag.  You can recite 'em
	out loud if you want, on your way out the airlock.

			VILSON
	You guys are full of shit!

			MEYERSON
	Maybe.  But if your wrong...

Vilson's expression grows more fearful.  Meyerson smiles and pulls out an ivory toothpick.

			FARNSWORTH
	Who's your supplier Vilson?

			VILSON
	I already told you I don't know.  It gets dropped off in
	68 in LAP.  I leave the money.  That's it.

			MEYERSON
	Who was your initial contact?

			VILSON
	Craig Wong.

			FARNSWORTH
	Agent!

			AI(V.O.)
	On-line.

			FARNSWORTH
	Craig Wong.  What do you got?

			AI(V.O.)
	Craig Wong.  GENSTAT number: 9211-0652-1001.  
	Deceased as of June 6, 2358.

Meyerson looks at Vilson.  Vilson shrugs.

			VILSON
	I dunno.  I wondered what happened to him.

			FARNSWORTH
	Now you're full of shit Vilson.

			VILSON
	I'm telling you the truth.

			MEYERSON
	I doubt it.

Meyerson motions Farnsworth to join him in one corner of the room.  They speak in 
hushed tones.

			MEYERSON
	What do you want to do with this clown?

			FARNSWORTH
	Dump him out an airlock.

			MEYERSON
	Me too, now what do you want to do that's legal?

			FARNSWORTH
	If we freeze him we're just pulling a little fish out of dirty
	pond.  I say we tag him and throw him back.

			MEYERSON
	Me too.  Of course he's gonna know he's tagged.

			FARNSWORTH
	Which may get him whacked and we'll catch it on the
	monitor.

			MEYERSON
	We should be so lucky.  It's worth a shot.

Meyerson motions Farnsworth.  They take up positions in front of Vilson.

			FARNSWORTH
	This is your lucky day Vilson.  We're gonna let you go.

Vilson looks at the two, fear still tracing the lines of his craggy face.

			VILSON
	You're not going to space me?

			FARNSWORTH
	Next time.

			MEYERSON
	There gonna be a next time Vilson?

			VILSON
	No way man!  I've had it!  I'm cleaning up man!  You have
	my word.

			FARNSWORTH
	For what it's worth.  Get out of here.

Vilson fairly leaps out of his chair.  He shoots one fearful glance back over his shoulder
as he steps through the door.  Farnsworth and Meyerson remain impassive.

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