Oxygénia

"The human brain is an imperfect computer. Even the most
careful operation is not for all eternity and not perfect. From time to
time it happens that after some time, the brain of some scientist
doesn't work in the exact direction it is meant to do. He occupies
himself with superfluous, useless and maybe even disturbing
thoughts. So he doesn't just consume more energy and has a lower
performance, it can eventually become, hm... even if not dangerous,
so at least malicious for the great working whole. Our sensors and
computers react very sensitive to even the slightest difference. In
this case, they send a danger report to the Central Control of the
Rememberers, and the according scholar has to report for an
encephalographic examination at once."
"And what happens if he doesn't report?"
"His NFC chip becomes invalid. So he doesn't get oxygen or food,
can't open the door to his apartments..."
'These are the refugees in the canyon', Peter thought.
"But maybe we should have a look at a City of the
Rememberers!"
The manager pushed several buttons at the dashboard, and the
outer wall, this strange, glass-like maerial – or was it some kind of
radiation? – now vibrated in a pale purple glow. The city was visible
beneath them now, the same way as the landscape is seen from the
cockpit of a plane. The view was wonderful: beautiful buildings,
colorful houses, gardens and radial roads.
"The vegetation is artifical", the manager said, "let's get closer!"
He turned some of the buttons and continued to explain.
"I don't know if I mentioned it already that those who are elected
for mental work are given a designation at their NFC chip which
encodes their special profession. For instance, the group of the
draftsmen bear the beginning letters FE, the chemists AK, the
mathematicians ON and the surgeons ORO. Within these main
groups, there are several subgroups: FE 1, FE 2, FE 3, which are
completed by personal numbers, like FE 1-31... But maybe you'd
like to look down at a working place."
The manager indicated at a keyboard with letters and numbers
within Peter's reach.
"Just push different letters and numbers at will."
FE, AK, OS, SOM, Peter read. 'There!' The group ORO followed.
As if he did it randomly, he typed ORO 91 and looked excitedly at
the screen.
"ORO, these are the surgeons", the manager said. "The subgroup
9 is responsible for programming highly complex operations.
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