The Zeno-Socrates dialogs Chapter 6

Zeno's paradoxes as the predecessor of all hologram theory: The Zeno-Socrates dialogs:

The Zeno-Socrates dialogs

Chapter 6

By Exia, a servant in Zeno's house and future grandmother to Eudoxus of Cnidus.

“What is the meaning of this?” Zeno asked after the guards had made room for the courier who entered the room officiously.

“I have come for Zeno and Parmenides of Elea, with a summons from Athens.  They are to appear before Draco on charges of sedition.”

“Sedition?” Mel asked, “I have been a student of theirs for many years and a more patriotic Greek is not to be found.”

“And who are you?”

“I am Mellius of Elea and my father it the Mayor and governor of this place.”

“Well, you had best keep your tongue in your head if you know what is good for you and your father.”  Of this there seemed more bluster and less certainty and the guard outside, half of whom were local soldiery known to Socrates looked nervously at one another, uncertain where this was gone.  Draco was known for being severe and defaulted to the death penalty wherever the situation called for debate, some even were calling activities of similar oppression, “draconian” although quietly lest they feel his wrath.  Still, this small town had its own little army and was some distance from his domain and none of the Athenian soldiery knew how the Erian soldiery would react if pushed.  

“You will have to deal with us first,” said Aella, putting her hand on a wicked knife on her belt.

It looked as if things were about to get ugly and the eating had stopped in its entirety except for fat Baccus who seemed not to have noticed the interruption of lunch and the pending battle which was building like a summer rain storm in the crowded room and the courtyard beyond as the soldiers slowly moved apart.

“Where do these charges come from?” Zeno come from.

“From a publisher in Athens who has circulated your works.”

“My works?” Zeno asked looking about the room.  His eyes lit on Socrates who seemed to be trying to disappear into the corner of a couch and not at all trying to seduce anyone in the room.  “Oh for the love of the gods!”

Socrates, seeing all eyes turn towards him following the gaze of Zeno and knowing that the “jig was up” stood up, unfolding with a royal air despite his near nakedness and addressing the courier said “I believe I can clear this up,”  Socrates studiously avoided the gazes of everyone in the room who were now fixed upon him.

“We are all doomed,” Parmenides said too quietly for the courier to hear.

“And who the hell,” the courier asked, “are you?”

“I am Socrates and well known both here and in Athens.”

“Indeed you are well known,” the courier said reaching into his bag, “I have a summons for you also.”