Department of Truth
by Jennifer Rose Jorgensen
Emmett Wright had never told a lie. In the year 2230, employed with the Department of Truths, 20th Century Historical Accuracy and Time Travel Division, he needed to walk the walk, not just talk the talk.
Until this morning.
He increased his hover-car's speed. An unfamiliar black Cadillac followed. He had spotted it hidden behind his neighbor's Department of Language van. Emmett wished he worked for Language--much easier to practice good grammar than to always be truthful. He could be looking for signage infractions, instead of being trailed by a middle-aged man in a dark suit.
Why had he lied to his son Jack? His mistake could follow Jack all his life. He ran his hand through his greying hair and pulled until it hurt. The knot of guilt hurt more. He had lied to his impressionable five-year old who wanted to follow in ol' Dad's footsteps.
The man was probably a member of the Truth Squad--the Government police that apprehended employees who broke their pledges to always tell the truth. If he detoured and the Traffic police stopped him, he couldn't justify a convoluted route. It would be his second lie of the day. He had heard what happened to serial liars--maximum security.