Author : A. Reynolds
The balding well aged man peered over the large desk as she entered. Looking over the woman wordlessly he turned to a screen and tacked at a keypad. After a minute of silence he turned back and sorted an indistinguishable pad from a pile of many more. He briefly scanned the contents before, eventually, turning to the now uncomfortable occupant of the sterile office’s only other chair.
â€œUnited Colonization has a legal duty to remain ethnically and culturally diverse, you are aware I am sure.â€ To kill any response he continued swiftly â€œYour records, unfortunately, show youâ€™re failing to make sufficient contribution to your religious diversity. This is a matter we take very seriously.â€
The woman bunched her fists instinctively â€œI know I havenâ€™t attended temple in a while, but Iâ€™m still faithful, doesnâ€™t that count for anything?â€
The man frowned darkly â€œThere is no point in lies. You have failed to partake in anything befitting your religion for a period of no less than a month. Weâ€™ve had PODâ€™s on you for a while now. You will find the legal warrants on your card for you to look over, should you wish.â€
The anger grew palpable as the assailed woman’s voice grew louder
â€œDamn right I wish! You must have messed up. I am devout. I live kosher. I do contribute to the diversity.â€
â€œKosher?â€ The man turned back to his screen.
â€œDonâ€™t play a fool! If your little bots were watching me youâ€™d know. I do contribute and Iâ€™ll take you to court if you say otherwise.â€ She rose from her seat and gestured at the mans back â€œI could go to temple more often perhaps, but I am quite devout. Youâ€™ve got the wrong person, I knew this was a mistake when I got the summons, my lawyer will… â€œ
â€œYou are Mrs Demsky.â€ The return of the flat emotionless voice stalled her and she sat again glaring. â€œMrs Demsky, of 113 Landfall Plazas. Born, Barnum twelve three sixty, correct?â€
She nodded once.
The man slowly smiled. â€œIt seems there has been a misunderstanding.â€ The woman’s relief could not last in the uncaring gaze â€œYou have been contributing to the wrong religion. Your records show you should be contributing to the Hindu faith.â€
â€œBut Iâ€™m Jewishâ€ She faltered lamely, her anger now shattered in confusion â€œThatâ€™s, ridiculousâ€
â€œI am sorry. Our records seldom make errors. However, I will submit a report that states you have been misguided and will begin upholding your requirements from now on.â€ Smiling broadly the man filled his voice with mock warmth â€œIf however you wish to make a change of religion you can find the proper forms at reception, I should warn, the Jewish sector is quite full at the moment.â€ The woman silently stared at him brows knitted in frustration â€œIâ€™m afraid there is nothing else I can help you with.â€ Standing he gestured to the door. â€œSudda sunaagan raho, Mrs. Demskyâ€