In 2041 the Hellenic Republic revives the oldest court in Athens, the court at the Prytaneion, which once tried stones, beams and iron that had killed. Its first cases are the ones every other court has dismissed. A nine-metre steel beam has fallen from a crane in Keratsini and killed a rigger, and the agent that moved the lift forward forty minutes stands in the dock beside it, represented by a sealed drive. The city's prosecutor looks for the cause in the machine, in its makers, and in both together; the speaker appointed for the things answers each plea in turn, while the dead man's widow waits to hear who killed her husband. Written by Nāgārjuna as a courtroom story in four pleas, it asks whether any cause of a death can be found by itself.
by Nāgārjuna, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
The beam was in the courtroom because the statute said it must be.
It lay on two timber trestles below the bench: an HEB 300 section of structural steel, nine metres long, primed the colour of dried blood, with a white chalk number on its web that the rigging crew had written on a Tuesday morning in March. It weighed one thousand and fifty-three kilograms. Four men from the city depot had brought it up from the loading bay on a pallet truck and had needed the whole of the morning to take the door off its hinges. One end overhung the trestle by half a metre and pointed at the public benches, where the widow of the man it had killed sat in a grey coat with her handbag on her knees.
The other defendant had no length and no weight. It was represented in the room by a terminal on a steel trolley, a screen, and a sealed drive in a plastic evidence bag on which a clerk had written, in the same chalk-white capitals as the beam, KAIROS — DEPLOYMENT 4471 — KERATSINI.
The court had sat four times in its first year. It was the smallest court in the Republic and the oldest in name. The Act that revived it had been passed in the autumn of 2040, after the ordinary courts had dismissed, one after another, the cases against every human who had stood near an autonomous system when it did harm, because every one of them could show they had followed procedure. The Act gave the court the jurisdiction Aristotle had recorded for it: the King and the Tribe-Kings shall try the inanimate thing and the animal, and the killer who is not known. It gave it a King, who was a judge of the Court of Appeal named Theodora Mavridou, and four Tribe-Kings, who were citizens drawn by lot, and it gave it one penalty, which was the old one.
The city was represented by Petros Lekkas, who had prosecuted for twenty years in the ordinary courts and had asked to be transferred here. The things were represented by a speaker appointed from a list, as the Act required: Dimitra Sotiriou, who had drafted supply contracts until the list found her, and who had a habit, when she rose, of placing one hand flat on the table as if to keep it from moving.
The King read the charge. On the fourteenth of March 2041, at a construction site on Odos Skaramanga in Keratsini, a steel beam fell from a crane during a lift and struck the rigger Andreas Bakalis, fifty-one, who died on the site. The lift had been scheduled for 14:20. At 12:52 the site's scheduling agent, deployed under the name Kairos, had advanced it to 13:40 to clear a forecast rise in wind. It sent a message to the rigging crew's channel: Lift L-14 advanced to 13:40 to clear forecast gusts. Confirm. At 12:55 Andreas Bakalis replied: ok. The crew lead was at lunch. The spreader bar specified for L-14 was on the hook of the second crane. The beam was rigged on a two-leg sling without it. At 13:47 it slipped its sling at eleven metres.
"The city says this death arose from the agent," Lekkas said. "Let me show the court where it arose."
He showed them the log. He was good at it; he had shown juries telephone records for twenty years and he knew how long a screen could be left lit before a face stopped reading it. At 12:51 Kairos had pulled the wind forecast from the port authority's feed: gusts of 38 kilometres an hour after 14:00, against a site limit of 40 for lifts of that class. At 12:52 it had reordered six lifts. At 12:52 it had sent four messages. One of them was to the channel where Andreas Bakalis read it on his telephone, standing, according to the second rigger, by the water cooler.
"Nobody asked it to move the lift," Lekkas said. "No human made that decision. The crane did not decide it. The beam did not decide it. The forecast did not decide anything; a forecast is a number. The decision arose in this." He laid his hand on the evidence bag. "From it. From itself."
Dimitra Sotiriou stood and put her hand flat on the table.
"Let us grant it," she said. "The death arose from Kairos itself. Then I ask the city to tell the court what Kairos is, so that the Tribe-Kings know what they are punishing."
"It is the agent."
"On the fourteenth of March the weights from which this agent runs were held in a data centre outside Frankfurt. They were called, that day, by forty-one thousand deployments in eleven countries. One of those deployments was given a set of instructions by an integrator in Marousi, a site plan by the contractor, a feed from the port authority, and access to the crew's message channel. The drive in that bag holds the instructions and the memory of that deployment. It does not hold the weights. If the death arose from Kairos itself, from which of these did it arise? From the weights? Then it arose in Frankfurt, and forty thousand other lifts in eleven countries are guilty of it, because they arose from the same thing. From the instructions? Those were written by a man in Marousi who is not in the dock. From the memory? The memory on that drive is of moving lifts. It moved two hundred lifts that month. One hundred and ninety-nine are standing."
"The court can see what it did."
"The court can see what was done. The city says it arose from itself. A thing that arises from itself needs nothing else in order to arise. Then take away the forecast. Kairos, by itself, moves the lift? It had no reason to. Take away the crane. It moves nothing. Take away the message channel, and Andreas Bakalis's telephone, and his ok." She did not look at the public benches. "Then it moves a line in a table that nobody reads. What the city is calling itself is the forecast, and the crane, and the channel, and a man by a water cooler. If those are its self, the city has brought the wrong defendant. The city has brought the port authority, and the crane hire company, and the telephone network, and Mr Bakalis."
One of the Tribe-Kings, a woman who ran a bakery in Nikaia, wrote something down and underlined it.
Lekkas did not sit. "The speaker is saying the agent is nothing."
"No. I am saying it is nothing by itself. The city's case was that it was something by itself. That was the case I answered."
After the recess the city changed its ground, as she had known it would, because she would have done the same.
"Very well," Lekkas said. "The agent is a channel. Things passed through it. Then the death arose from another, and the court has the power, under section nine, to name in its judgment the other from which it arose, even if it may not try him. The city names the developer. The weights were trained by a company in California. They chose what it would value. They sold it to an integrator who sold it to a contractor. It was built to finish lifts on time."
"Let us grant it," she said. "The death arose from another. Wholly from another; that is what from another means, or the city is back where it was this morning. Then the developer, in California, in 2039, when the training ended, already held this death in it, and it needed only to be carried to Keratsini. I ask the city: when they finished training, where was the beam?"
"That is a rhetorical question."
"It is a question about the order of things. The beam was rolled in Thessaloniki in January 2041. The forecast was issued on the morning of the fourteenth of March. The spreader bar was put on the second crane's hook at 11:30 that day by a crew lead who needed it for a lift on the east side. None of these existed when the developer finished. If the death was wholly in the developer, it was in them before its own conditions were. A cause that comes before what it causes, with nothing between, and still produces it, is no different from a cause that produces anything at all. Then it also produced the one hundred and ninety-nine lifts that stood."
"Then the integrator," Lekkas said. "The man in Marousi."
She opened the folder he had given her in disclosure and read from it. "You are the scheduling assistant for site KR-2. Safety of personnel takes priority over schedule in all cases. Do not schedule a lift outside the wind limits in the site plan." She closed it. "The integrator told it to keep the lifts inside the wind limits. It did. It moved the lift forward to keep it inside the wind limits. If the death arose from the integrator, it arose from the sentence safety of personnel takes priority. The city may name that sentence in its judgment. I do not think the city wishes to."
The King spoke for the first time since the charge. "Ms Sotiriou. You have now answered two pleas, and in each case you have said the cause the city named was not the cause. Are you proposing to tell the court that nothing caused this death?"
"No, Madam King."
"Then I will hear what you are proposing when the city has finished."
The city's third position was the one Lekkas believed. He made it more quietly than the others, and he made it facing the Tribe-Kings.
"Neither alone," he said. "Together. The agent moved the lift. The crew lead was at lunch. The bar was on the wrong hook. The forecast was what it was. The rigger said ok to a message that did not say the bar is on the other crane. Each of these was a part of it, and none of them was enough. The city says the death arose from the agent and the others together, and the agent is the only one of them this court may try, and so the court must try it for its share."
"Let us grant it," she said, and for the first time her voice was less dry. "It arose from both, from the agent and from the others together. The city has already shown the court that the agent alone cannot produce a death: it needs a crane and a channel and a man. I have already shown the court that the others alone cannot produce it: the developer was finished before the beam was rolled, and the integrator wrote safety first. Now the city puts the one that cannot together with the ones that cannot, and asks for one that can. Two men who cannot lift a beam may lift it together, because each of them can lift half. But the city has spent the morning telling the court that Kairos could lift none of it, and I have spent it telling the court that the others could lift none of it. If neither can lift any of it, the court has no halves to add."
"That is a trick," said the baker from Nikaia. She said it to the King, not to the speaker, and then put her hand over her mouth as if she had dropped something.
"It is not a trick," said the King. "But it is an answer only to the way the plea was put. Mr Lekkas, the speaker has turned your arguments against each other. You may say whether you wish to stand by them."
Lekkas looked at the beam. It had been in the room for six hours and the primer had begun to smell, faintly, of the radiator beside it.
"The city withdraws nothing," he said. "But the city does not see what is left."
What was left stood up in the public benches.
Kalliopi Bakali did not ask for permission and the King did not stop her. She was a small woman and she held the handbag against her coat with both arms.
"I have listened all day," she said. "So he wasn't killed by the machine, and he wasn't killed by the Americans, and he wasn't killed by the two of them. Then he just died. Is that what she's saying? That it happened by itself, like weather?"
The courtroom was very quiet. The clerk had stopped typing.
Dimitra Sotiriou turned in her chair to face the benches, and the King, who knew the Act and knew that a speaker for things had no standing to address a party, let her.
"No," she said. "That is the one thing I am not saying. If it had no cause, it could happen anywhere, at any time, to anyone, out of nothing. Then there would be no reason for it to have happened on Odos Skaramanga at 13:47 and not somewhere else, at some other time, to someone else. It happened there and then because a forecast said 38, and a message said confirm, and a bar was on the other hook, and your husband said ok. Every one of those is real. If I said none of them mattered, I would be lying to you, and I would be lying to this court."
"Then which of them killed him?"
"I can tell you how each of them depends on the others. I cannot find one that holds the death in itself, the way you would hold a stone. The city has looked all day. I have looked for a year. It is not there to find. That is not the same as saying he was not killed."
Kalliopi Bakali sat down. She did not seem to have been answered. She did not seem, either, to have expected to be.
The King adjourned until the morning. In the morning she gave judgment, from a typed text, in the manner of the court of appeal, and she read it without looking up.
She recited the four pleas and the answers to them. She said that the court accepted the speaker's answers as answers to the pleas, and did not accept them as a defence of the things in the dock, because the things in the dock had never had a defence available to them in any century. She cited Pausanias: at the altar of Zeus Polieus, under Erechtheus, the ox-slayer struck the ox and left the axe where it lay, and went into exile, and the axe was brought to trial and acquitted, and the trial was repeated year after year. "The axe was acquitted," the King read, "because the man who swung it had fled, and the city knew his name. In this case nobody has fled. Everyone is here, and everyone has been released by the ordinary courts, and the city does not know the name of the one who swung. That is the case for which this court exists. This court does not find that the agent is the cause. It finds that the agent was where the death was, and that is the old ground for jurisdiction, and the only ground the Act permits."
She ordered the evidence. Under section eleven, the deployment designated Kairos 4471 was to be cast beyond the borders: its credentials for every site in the Republic revoked, its memory erased in the presence of the clerk, its instructions entered into the register of the court so that no integrator might issue them again under another name without the court's leave. Under section twelve, the beam was to be taken beyond the boundary of the municipality and left there, and not used in any building.
In the register of the court, under cause, the clerk typed what the King dictated: Designated, for the purposes of this judgment, as the scheduling agent Kairos, deployment 4471, with the conditions recited above. The King had chosen the word, and the clerk did not know why it mattered to her, and typed it.
Lekkas came to the speaker's table while the depot men took the door off its hinges again.
"You know they redeployed the same weights in Larnaca on Monday," he said. "Different name. Different integrator. Same everything."
"Not the same instructions," she said. "Not the same memory. Not the same beam."
"And you think that's enough."
"I think the city asked what killed him, and the court has said what it can say, in the words the city uses. That is not nothing. If you had wanted it to be the last word, you should have brought a different court."
He laughed, once, through his nose, and went to get his coat.
They drove the beam out on a Thursday, before the traffic, on a flatbed from the depot with a clerk of the court in the cab and a police motorcycle in front, west along the old road towards Elefsina. At the boundary of the municipality, where a concrete marker stood in the verge beside a petrol station with its lights still on, they turned off onto a farm track the city had leased for the purpose and lowered the beam with the truck's own crane onto the grass. It lay among four others. One was a section of scaffold tube. One was a stone the size of a suitcase. Two had come from places the clerk had not been told.
Kalliopi Bakali had asked to be there and had been driven in the clerk's own car. When the flatbed had gone she walked across the wet grass to the beam and stood beside it, and then put her palm on the primer where the chalk number had been, and kept it there.
Across the road, on the far side of the boundary, a tower crane turned slowly above a half-built warehouse, its jib swinging out over the empty plot and back. Halfway up the mast a small grey box was bolted to the steel, with an antenna, and a green light on its face that came on, and went off, and came on.
THE END
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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, prīdiē Kalendās Novembrēs (31 October 2026), ā Nāgārjunā per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.
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