“The charges… Do you wish a psychiatric examination, claiming no responsibility?” asked the representative anxiously. “It might—it might really be best.”
“I’m not crazy,” said Hoddan.
The citizen’s representative spoke to the justice.
“Sir, the accused waives psychiatric examination, without prejudice to a later claim of no responsibility.”
Nedda’s father’s attorney watched with bland eyes. Hoddan said impatiently:
“Let’s get started so this will make some sense! I know what I’ve done. Now, what monstrous crime am I charged with?”
“The charges against you,” said the justice politely, “are that on the night of three, twenty-seven last, you, Bron Hoddan, entered the fenced-in grounds surrounding the Mid-Continent power receptor station. It is charged that you passed two no-admittance signs. You arrived at a door marked ‘Authorized Personnel Only.’ You broke the lock of that door. Inside, you smashed the power receptor. This power receptor converts broadcast power for industrial units by which two hundred thousand men are employed. You smashed the receptor, imperiling their employment.” The justice paused. “Do you wish to challenge any of these charges as contrary to fact?”
The citizen’s representative said hurriedly:
“You have the right to deny any of them, of course.”
“Why should I?” asked Hoddan. “I did them! But what’s this about my killing somebody? Why’d they tear my place apart looking for something? Who’d I kill, anyhow?”
“Don’t bring that up!” pleaded the citizen’s representative. “Please don’t bring that up! You will be much, much better off if that is not mentioned!”
“But I didn’t kill anybody!” insisted Hoddan.
“Nobody’s said a word about it,” said the citizen’s representative, jittering. “Let’s not have it in the record! The record has to be published!” He turned to the justice. “Sir, the facts are conceded as stated.”
“Then,” said the justice to Hoddan, “do you choose to answer these charges at this time?”
“Why not?” asked Hoddan. “Of course!”
“Proceed,” said the justice.
Hoddan drew a deep breath. He didn’t understand why the man’s death, charged to him, was not mentioned. He didn’t like the scared way everybody looked at him.
“About the burglary business,” he said confidently. “What did I do in the power station before I smashed the receptor?”
The justice looked at Nedda’s father’s attorney.
“Why,” said that gentleman amiably,” speaking for the Power Board as complainant, before you smashed the standard receptor you connected a device of your own design across the power leads. It was a receptor unit of an apparently original pattern. It appears to have been a very interesting device.”
“I’d offered it to the Power Board,” said Hoddan, with satisfaction, “and I was thrown out. You had me thrown out! What did it do?”
“It substituted for the receptor you smashed,” said the attorney. “It continued to supply some two hundred million kilowatts for the Mid-Continent industrial area. In fact, your crime was only discovered because the original receptor had to be regularly serviced. Being set to draw peak power at all times, the unused power is wasted by burning carbon. Your device adjusted to the load and did not burn carbon. So when the attendants went to replace the supposedly burned carbon and found it unused, they discovered what you had done.”
“My receptor saved carbon, then,” said Hoddan triumphantly. “That means it saved money. I saved the Power Board plenty while it was connected! They wouldn’t believe I could. Now they know. I did!”
The justice said:
“Irrelevant. You have the charges. In legal terms, you are charged with burglary, trespassing, breaking and entering, unlawful entry, malicious mischief, breach of the peace, sabotage, and endangering the employment of citizens. Discuss the charges, please!”
“I’m telling you!” protested Hoddan. “I offered the thing to the Power Board. They said they were satisfied with what they had and wouldn’t listen. So I proved what they wouldn’t listen to! That receptor saved them ten thousand credits’ worth of carbon a week! It’ll save half a million credits a year in every power station that uses it! If I know the Power Board, they’re going right on using it while they arrest me for putting it to work!”
The courtroom, in its entirety, visibly shivered.
“Aren’t they?” demanded Hoddan belligerently.
“They are not,” said the justice, tight-lipped. “It has been smashed and melted down.”
“Then they’ll look at my patents!” insisted Hoddan. “It’s stupid—”
“The patent records,” said the justice with unnecessary vehemence, “have been destroyed. Your possessions have been searched for copies. Nobody will ever look at your drawings again—not if they are wise!”
“Wha-a-at?” demanded Hoddan incredulously. “Wha-a-at?”
“I will amend the record of this hearing before it is published,” said the justice shakily. “I should not have made that comment. I ask permission of the citizen’s representative to amend.”
“Granted,” said the representative before he had finished. The justice said quickly:
“The charges have been admitted by the defendant. Since the complainant does not wish punitive action taken against him—”
“He’d be silly if he did,” grunted Hoddan.
“—and merely wishes security against repetition of the offense, I rule that the defendant may be released upon posting suitable bond for good behavior in the future. That is, he will be required to post bond which will be forfeited if he ever again enters a power station enclosure, passes no-trespassing signs, ignores no-admittance signs, and/or smashes apparatus belonging to the complainant.”
“All right,” said Hoddan indignantly. “I’ll raise it somehow. If they’re too stupid to save money… How much bond?”
“The court will take it under advisement and will notify the defendant within the customary two hours,” said the justice at top speed. He swallowed. “The defendant will be kept in close confinement until the bond is posted. The hearing is ended.”
He did not look at Hoddan. Courtroom guards put stun-pistols against Hoddan’s body and ushered him out.
Presently his friend Derec came to see him in the tool-steel cell in which he had been placed. Derec looked white and stricken.
“I’m in trouble because I’m your friend, Bron,” he said miserably, “but I asked permission to explain things to you. After all, I caused your arrest. I urged you not to connect up your receptor without permission!”
“I know,” growled Hoddan, “but there are some people so stupid you have to show them everything. I didn’t realize that there are people so stupid you can’t show them anything!”
“You showed something you didn’t intend,” said Derec miserably. “Bron, I—I have to tell you. When they went to charge the carbon bins at the power station, they—they found a dead man, Bron!”
Hoddan sat up.
“What’s that?”
“Your machine…killed him. He was outside the building at the foot of a tree. Your receptor killed him through a stone wall! It broke his bones and killed him.” Derec wrung his hands.