Two

The infinite winter in this part of Norway transformed the island into a harsh and empty place. The noise of waves rushing to the shores of this small island drowned out even one's own screaming. Henrik sometimes tries to shout down this blistering sea water, however it's pointless. Dusk, snow and dark water surrounds the shores regardless of the time and wishes of the temporary inhabitants. The only monument in this cold hell is the station K 1000. The great dome-like object in the middle of the island that looks more like a bowl turned upside down.

Winter on the island is infinite. In practice it means that it's avoided by polar bears and other animals, since there isn't anything that would maintain the life of anyone or anything. The dark water around the island generates fear from isolation that this island provides. It's a cold hell amid the world. If one was born here, then one would think that the whole world was comprised of only this island and that everything was focused only around it. But this idea is likewise unrealistic. Here it's impossible to live and have a family. The inhabitants were sent here only for a certain time and each perceives this time differently.

A blue lighthouse began to shine at the station which is a signal to return to the station. There's a strict regime here which can't be transgressed. Simply because of the reason that it's a small piece of earth, there wouldn't be any point of transgressing the rules. It wouldn't lead to anything. Even the stocks of food and all other necessities are delivered on water. The flat silver boat, operated by means of magnetic propulsion, always appears on Friday at six in the evening.

The ship without a crew is programmed so as to stop on the southern coast and it will then release a red-coloured flare to give a signal that it's time to unload the supplies. Two employees charge out on a continuous track vehicle and unload the supplies. The ship without a single human being, slips into the distance of the deep dark waters. This repetitive process, established by the government always repeats itself on the single pier, with a singular sign on a white board- Barent's Island.

The government of the world decided that Barent's Island wouldn't be accessible by plane but merely by sea. It's not possible to assume the aim of this decision. Everything is cancelled always at the right time so that people can't assemble into a large number, and thus the establishment of groups and assemblies is prevented. Everything is under control. In case of the smallest suspicion, the system, tactic and presumption will always change. For an ordinary person it's impossible to see into the system that's been established for over a hundred years. Nobody knows if the world got to this system thanks to the infinite perfection of technologies or the infinite revolts, uprisings and wars. There are great gaps in the knowledge and history. It's not even known why they occurred. Everything in the world is directed from one centre that's controlled by people who have never been seen by anyone and their names are also unknown- that's if they even have any.

There aren't any telephones or post offices and the satellites in orbit have been destroyed, leaving only one that circulates the earth and serves the government for communication and giving out orders.

In every residence in the world there's a touch hand. It's a kind of glass or more like a mirror the size of a palm of the hand.

After placing one's palm of the hand on it, it activates and lights up a green colour, then subsequently identifies you according to your fingerprints. A person has the option to communicate either with the centre- the central office of the government or he can say a certain name or office. Afterwards there'll be a connection and the communication starts. Since the transmission occurs through the only satellite circulating the earth then the central governmental has control over your every word.

Nothing escapes it. If someone decides to communicate with the centre, it's for free. You even get points assigned to a card that doesn't include finances like in the past, but points that are used for shopping or payments. A frequent communication with the centre implies that the said person is obedient and shows affection for the government which gives them also more opportunities and advantages. You can ask the centre all sorts of questions and you'll always get an answer. It's only known that the centre doesn't like questions concerning the past and history. In cases of these questions a beep occurs, which means that the answer was declined or is prohibited.

The beep is so intense that sometimes it brings the person to their knees and he loses the interest to ask questions of this sort. The centre loves questions and discussions concerning the improvement of a model citizen. This increases opportunities for better employment and being forgiven smaller transgressions against the system. Henrik gazed intently at the blue lighthouse that shone on top of the station and he was in no mood to return. Maybe he'd rather spend the whole night walking on the shore and thinking about why he's actually here. In this world of nothing and infinite winter.

The yellow bodysuit that's worn by all temporary inhabitants of this station shines long distances and either way he'd have nowhere to hide. This is also a direction of the centre. Even though the attributes of this bodysuit are more than remarkable, since it keeps you warm in the winter and cools you down in the summer. Everything's thought through. One can even swim in it and exit the water completely dry. This bodysuit has universal attributes and is adapted to extreme situations. It's non-flammable and never has to be washed. The yellow bodysuit characterizes the envoys on this island. The dark blue bodysuit marks the employees of the K 1000 station. They don't really talk to the envoys.

The envoys are on the island for control and research. They are researched by the touch hand on the wall of every room in this station. The station consists of residence rooms, precisely 1000 of them. That's why this station bears its name.

Henrik slowly wondered through the shimmering snow to the station since there weren't any pavements on the island. Maybe there's also a reason why the centre thought of this. He couldn't think of what the point of staying at this island was. Even the touch hand was the same kind like everyone else at home had. Nothing exceptional occurred here, actually it was just boredom and infinite winter. Norway had been covered with snow for over half a century.

It's five times colder than before. He can't remember how he got to the island. The way everyone else. It's usually that an envoy wakes up on the island and has no idea of how he got here. Before that there's a visitation of agents in their home. They arrive unexpectedly.

Henrik is an employee at an observatory in the suburbs of Oslo.

An intellectual, still single in his thirties, nothing exceptional for his neighbourhood. One ordinary evening he returned to his home of a dome- like shape. He left the snow scooter as always, in front of his house. When he was preparing dinner "they" appeared in the doorway. Agents. In black uniforms. Every person would directly realise that something was going to happen when a visit like this occurs. There were three of them and they sat at the table where Henrik prepared dinner. They looked at him intently.

"Did I ask the wrong questions?! Every other day I regularly communicate with the centre! I showed it more affection than all the inhabitants of Oslo!" he lamented in outrage and leaned against the wall.

The agents just stared at Henrik, they obviously hadn't planned any brutal intervention which they were famous for all over the world, not only in Norway. They were in some sort of agony-maybe they were tired from these types of visits. Henrik sat down at the table and took a sip of some purple water from a silver cup. There was deafening silence. "I'm an exemplary citizen, more than anyone in this town. If someone sent you and is now rejoicing from their malice, I'd like to know who it is. I'll definitely find out, even if not right now."

The agents just silently looked at the table. This silence and inaction was unbearable…

Everyday this scene would repeat itself in his memory like a bad dream. It's the first and last of what he remembers. He doesn't know what happened afterwards or how he got transported to Barent's Island.