I am the clerk, the technician, the mechanic, the driver.
They said, Do this, do that, don´t look left or right, don´t
read the text.
Don´t look at the whole machine. You are only responsible
for this one bolt. For this one rubber stamp.
This is your only concern. Don´t bother
what is above you. Don´t try to think
for us. Go on, drive.
Keep going. On, on.
So they thought, the big ones, the smart ones,>
There is nothing to fear. Not to worry.
Everything is ticking just fine. Our little clerk is a diligent worker.
He´s a simple mechanic. He´s a little man.
Littte men´s ears
don´t hear, their eyes don´t see. We have heads,
they don´t. Answere them, said he to himself,
said the little man, the man with a head
of his own. Who is in charge?
Who knows where this train is going? Where is their head?
I too have a head. Why do I see the whole engine.
Why did I see the precipice - is there a driver on this train?
The clerk driver technician mechanic looked up.
He stepped back and saw -
what a monster. Can´t believe it. Rubbed his eyes
and - yes, it´s there all right. I´m all right.
I do see the monster. I´m part of the system.
I signed this form. Only now I am reading the rest of it.
This bolt is part of a bomb. This bolt
How did I fail to see, and how do the others go on
Who else knows? Who has seen? Who
has heard? - The emperor really os naked.
I see him. Why me? It´s not for me.
It´s too big. Rise and cry out. Rise and tell
the people. You can. I, the bolt, the technician, the mechanic?
-Yes, you. You are the secret agent of the people.
You the eyes of the nation. Agent spy,
tell us what you´ve seen.
Tell us what the insiders, the clever ones have hidden from us.
Without you there is only the precipice. Only catastrophe.
I have no choice. I´m a little man, a citizen, one of the people,
but I´ll do what I have to. I´ve heard the voice
of my conscience
and there is nowhere to hide.
The world is small, small for Big Brother.
I´m on your mission. I´m doing my duty.
Take it from me. Come and see for yourselves.
Lighten my burden. Stop the train.
Get off the train. The next stop - nuclear disaster.
The next book, the next machine.
There is no such thing.