The Controller’s phone rang clamorously. He lifted it.
“We’ve found one, a prophet”.
“Bring him in”, the Controller said, and put the phone down.
Such people will work for us. Not themselves. Not anybody else.
The Controller’s phone rang clamorously. He lifted it.
“We’ve found one, a prophet”.
“Bring him in”, the Controller said, and put the phone down.
Such people will work for us. Not themselves. Not anybody else.
As Jay hauled her luggage up the path a small figure darted out of nowhere, grabbed the luggage from her and darted ahead.
“Hi. I’m Lin” she called over her shoulder. “you must be the new tenant”.
“I hope so saying you now have my luggage”.
Lin giggled, then pushed the front door open with her foot. “You are on the first floor, overlooking the garden. Can I help you carry that upstairs?”
Together the two girls walked up the stairs balancing the luggage between them. The room was indeed small, like a student’s study bedroom, just a single bed, storage and desk. But the view made up for it. A large garden enclosed by mature trees and a tennis/volleyball court. Lin put her end of the luggage down and bounced on the bed. Jay looked at her curiously. The landlords hadn’t mentioned that they had a daughter. Lin looked about 13 and full of life. She glanced round the room which she was obviously familiar with and commented. “A bit of a change from the countryside”.
Jay felt a pang of loss. Open fields, quiet, gentle neighbours, but most of all her parents. It had been hard to decide to move away, but there was no work in the countryside.
“Work or study?” Lin asked.
“Work” Jay muttered. Lin looked at her not understanding her morose response. Her face fell slightly. “Well, OK. I hope you like it here. Most people do”. With that she bounded off the bed and out of the room.
Jay found work immediately and when her first pay cheque arrived took herself out to a local restaurant to celebrate. The Head Waiter was very friendly and Jay told him she was newly arrived and celebrating getting a job. He told her he owned the restaurant and he hoped she would have many more things to celebrate in future. Jay laughed and later a complimentary bottle of wine appeared on her table. The meal was mouth watering, and for the first time since she arrived she felt relaxed and less unhappy at leaving her parents.
The weeks passed and Jay worked, dined out at the restaurant on a regular basis and soon was dating the waiter/owner. The other residents in the house were from every part of the world, some had come for work, but most were students at the nearby university. Apart from the landlords, Jay was one of the few white residents. But the house was friendly. Some evenings groups would turn out to play volley ball or hold ping pong tournaments in the basement.
One evening the landlord came home from work and took his wife aside. He looked worried.
“What’s the matter, Sam?”
“What do you know about the new tenant?”
“Jay? She works hard. Has a boyfriend. Gets on well with everyone. Why do you ask?”
“A policeman dropped in at the office today. He said he needed to talk, privately. Jay isn’t what she seems. She’s a criminal, pet. She takes drugs, and is a prostitute”.
“Oh, Lord”. Sue stand down suddenly on the sofa. She looked worried. “Can we get her out of here? What do we do?”
“The policeman said to let her stay. This way they know where she is and they can watch her. Just be careful. Watch her relationships with the other residents”.
“But what about her boyfriend? He’s a respectable businessman”.
“He’s her main customer, the policeman said. Her bread and butter. He wanted to marry her but she refused. She’s milking him for what she can get”.
Sue nodded her head. “It doesn’t make any sense. Her qualifications – “.
“All lies. She doesn’t have any qualifications. She’s taking her employers for a ride too”.
“I want her out of here. This is a respectable house. Our tenants are all honest people. And what about Lin?”
“I know. I don’t like it either. But the police said it is very important that she stays. They don’t want her to suspect she is under surveillance. They want to catch her out”.
“OK. But I still don’t like it”.
When the new term started some Muslim students came to the house. Jay found when she went into the communal kitchen they stared at her hostilely. She couldn’t figure out what she had done to anger them, but she felt uncomfortable and avoided going into the kitchen and other communal areas.
She was doing well at work but her job was only temporary and she was applying for other jobs. She attended an interview at the polytechnic. Her qualifications and experience were a perfect match. The interview seemed to being going well when one of the panel asked about periods of unemployment on her CV. She was about to explain that being unable to find work was why she had moved to the city when he said “How do we know you were not in prison?” Jay stared at him flabbergasted. Where had that come from? If they didn’t want her for the job, fair enough, but was an outrageous insult really necessary?
Then her boyfriend started to act oddly. One day he took her arm and turned it over exposing the inner joint. “Why the needle marks?”
“I’m a blood donor”.
He humphed, but after that he called to see her less often.
Even the shopkeepers were looking at her in an odd way.
She still had not found another job and the atmosphere in the house was no longer friendly. Jay decided to move to another town where the cost of living was cheaper but there was still plenty of work.
As she was struggling with her luggage Lin suddenly appeared and helped her haul her luggage to the waiting taxi.
“I’m sorry you’re going”.
Jay wondered what was in store for her in the new town, but she nodded. This place had given her a good start. Her work record was now looking respectable. Moving from home appeared to have been the right decision.
Shortly after Lin went missing. Then her parents received a ransom note for half a million pounds. Desperate to get their daughter back they paid, selling everything they owned and borrowing from relatives. Their house was bought by a property developer who demolished the historic building to build luxury high-rise flats. But Lin was never returned. They sought out some of the Muslim men who had been previous residents to see if they could suggest any contacts. They were treated with scorn. “You were running a brothel” they were told. “You had a prostitute in the house. Your daughter was a whore. You dare ask us for help?”
The northern Controller was counting his ducats. The value of a healthy, well brought up, white Virgin on the Middle Eastern market?
Worth considerably more than a few free lies.
The London Controller and his northern counterpart talked long into the evening. Finally their conversation turned to war.
“We are creating chaos on a grand scale” the London Controller murmured thoughtfully. “Mass movements of people across boundaries. We identify the criminals as they come across and recruit them. These are the experts in enslavement and women-domination. There is little we can teach them”, he went on.
His northern counterpart nodded. “We are installing migrants in every part of the country – even remote rural areas, to provide protective cover for our criminal plants. The market for healthy, white, children in the global paedophile market is huge and expanding all the time. With our help”.
The London Controller nodded. “A large percentage of our soldiers are recruited from workless rural areas. We send them on useful wars…..” the two Controllers shared a smile, “pump them full of health-destroying chemicals under the guise of vaccines, so when they return home they are not fit to fight for anyone”.
“And deny them medical support and war pensions, telling them their illnesses do not exist”.
“Yes” the London Controller summed up, “Our plans are proceeding nicely. Clearing the way to access the product. Getting the obstacles out of the way. Maximising the market and product at the same time. The proceeds should soon be pouring in”.
“I’m off to Thailand next month” the northern Controller said. “A working holiday of course”.
The Controllers laughed.
The visiting Controller entered the Controller’s office quietly. The Controller shook hands then gestured to the leather armchairs by the window overlooking a superb view of London. Moments later a secretary entered with two cups of coffee.
The Controllers sat comfortably drinking their coffees and idly surveying the view.
“So it’s all wrapped up then?” the London controller asked his northern counterpart.
The man nodded. “The old school have all been – ‘retired’, and the new blood in place”.
The Controller nodded. “A perennial problem for law enforcement and spies. When you infiltrate the criminals how do you know the criminals aren’t playing you? That issue was solved by becoming criminals ourselves. Now we hold all the cards. We control every criminal enterprise”.
He turned to his northern counterpart. “Well done in the North. Now we have swept out the Patriots and law and order ninnies, we can get down to business. How much has the department brought in from trafficking this year?
The secretary left the green file on his desk. He glanced at her then picked it up and leafed through it. This was his own work, his own policy. He shut the file then stood and surveyed the stunning view of London from his window. He could see the Tower of London and the Houses of Parliament. Politics was so simple and so complicated. As also was business.
He sat at his desk and reviewed his file. His employers were well pleased. His policies were having effect.
The problem had been a simple one. Pursuit of profits. Unlike 3rd world countries where people would work from dawn to dusk, eat scraps, and reproduce their families on the street and go to work again the next day, Western workers expected living wages, decent living conditions, and failing that economised by stopping having children. The culture of national pride, mutual responsibility, and compassion were obstructing his employers profits. Health care meant that workers sometimes lived decades after their working lives were over, being supported by taxes in health care and pensions the elite could use in other ways.
The task he had been set was to dissolve the culture of mutual support and compassion and institute policies to kill off the surplus workforce who held out for decent pay and conditions to be replaced by the more amenable slaves, now a glut on the world labour market.
Dissolving national boundaries had been the first step. A false flag nationalist group had then been created to equate nationalism with xenophobia and fascism, the latter anathema to the general populace. Utopian dreams of world peace had then been disseminated widely over the media and through the education system taking the credit for the then comfortable and stable social conditions, the heritage of a successfully run nation state. Then the fairy tale was spread that but for the existence of the unaccountable, trans-national government, national identity would have caused further wars. The Controller smiled at that one. Of course, it had been necessary to first remove history as a school subject and dilute the news to trivia and propaganda to disarray the general populations reality perspective. There was no reason for politically stable flourishing democratic nations with broadly the same culture to go to war. But to make sure the impression of conflict resulting from nation states did appear to be the case the new trans-national government deliberately included within its boundaries failing states of notable poverty and corruption with historical and ongoing political, religious and ethnic conflict. If there isn’t a problem, create one. Dissolving the boundaries between countries powered up all the criminal networks and enabled every problem in every land to immediately disperse and take root everywhere. Free movement of labour between the previous nations in the new trans-national state with porous borders, propagandised as an absolute right, enabled mass world migration into the new “country”. Migration from the most dysfunctional, anarchic and corrupt countries in the world was encouraged and assisted. Western women needed to be brought down a peg or two. Third world countries knew women’s appropriate role as sex providers, reproducers of men, and domestic slaves.
The news media censored or down-played any story describing the increasing mayhem and social disruption, only presenting stories that supported the view that the new system was working perfectly. Every opportunity was taken and invented to “prove” that the present day system was an improvement on the previous. Elderly people who persisted in arguing that in fact the previous system had worked better – better education, better healthcare, better work with better pay, conditions and pensions, better transport, better services, better accommodation, better policing, better cultural opportunities, better community, were ignored and sidelined. The new generation knew better. It was about the only thing they had learnt in school. And now tertiary education had been restored to the preserve of the privileged elite, and the opportunities for self education had been closed off, one by one, they would never learn to question the parameters within which biased information was presented to them. Besides, even with a university education they would need higher degrees in psychology, sociology, history, politics, business, marketing, economics, drama, advertising, journalism, criminology, anthropology, social psychology, religion, the study of cults and brainwashing, group dynamics, statistics, medicine, and covering all specialisms within each subject, to start to grasp the massive con trick being practised against them. No individual had those resources – but the Controller’s employers had.
A new taboo was invented preventing discussion of what was happening. Anything touching on the subject of the disruption resulting from the changes was conflated with racism, dishonest and insulting to the native populace who were heterogeneous in background, nationally and racially and world-renowned for their tolerance.
Removing life supporting services was not done directly as this could have provoked a reaction. Changes were introduced piecemeal, in small steps, ignored or down-played by the media. Removing Wardens from Sheltered Housing was introduced without fanfare. The results in ill and vulnerable elderly dying due to absence of a Warden to check up on them were kept out of the newspapers. As the elderly no longer down-sized to Sheltered Accommodation as there was no-one to look after them, the vacant flats were turned over to disruptive tenants to stress the remaining elderly into early deaths.
Simultaneously with demand being at its highest, hospital beds and nursing staff were reduced to the lowest numbers ever. GP’s services were reduced, removed or made unobtainable. Ambulance services were cut, and the age of the person needing the ambulance was always asked so that if it was an elderly person delays of an hour or more could be made, increasing the likelihood of death.
In everyone’s life there are areas of particular vulnerability. People get over them if they have the resources and social support. Without the resources and social support the consequences can be fatal. The two most vulnerable stages are youth at the transition from school into work, and the elderly in the transition from work into retirement. Remove social support from these two areas and the death rate surges.
For the young, trashed educational standards and the removal of discipline in schools resulted in young people leaving schools without employable skills. To make sure they couldn’t afford to support themselves even if they found work, their wages were set at derisory levels. Young people generally discriminated against by private landlords were also denied access to social and subsidised housing. The only vulnerable group excluded. Former criminals and the mentally ill were given preference for social housing on the basis that private landlords discriminated against them, in order to focus crime and social disruption on the poor and away from the privileged, and to save money. Social negatives can be turned into social positives by channelling problems at groups you wish to sabotage.
That took care of the young.
The other end of the age spectrum was more of a problem. People who had worked through their lives and neared retirement were enjoying a mainly problem free transition from work to pension, able to retain their lifetime savings, and live reasonably well for the next thirty years.
Despite job shortages and the 20 billions injected into the economy by the new migrants, the retirement age was put back. This caught many in the over-fifties age group in a trap. Failing health or the failing health of their partner along with the very competitive job market forced many out of work. Formerly sickness benefit or employment benefit would have carried these people into retirement, but everything possible was done to prevent access. Fifty and sixty year olds, in failing health and/or having caring responsibilities now found themselves without financial support. Those that had savings could manage for a year or two, but eventually most would be unable to afford their rent or pay the running costs of their homes. Inevitably this caused fatalities, directly and indirectly, saving on paying out pensions.
Every support structure was undermined or removed. Organisations whose origins were to deal with specific problems, most notably charities, had their original purposes removed to be replaced by propaganda fronts. Homeless charities no longer provided accommodation, but only talked about it. Mental health charities stopped providing drop-in centres and respite care, but were generous with free advice. Charity shops became professionally run profit making businesses, maximising profit rather than selling second hand goods at nominal prices.
Methods learnt from support charities dealing with the despairing and suicidal were transferred to other institutions to generate despair and provoke suicide. One charity running a help-line whose policy was to delicately ask callers at some point “Have you ever thought of suicide?” to enable a despairing person to talk about a taboo subject, and get them to talk about their problems and gain perspective, had this technique hi-jacked by welfare agencies, to “put ideas” into desperate people’s heads, to “nudge” them into something they might not have thought of, in a similar way to secret police agent provocateurs presenting crime opportunities to people they wish to set up.
Disruption, creating stress, manufacturing social instability and generating fear – constant social churn was the mechanism. Keep attacking the enemy on every front, don’t allow them to rest for a moment to take stock of the situation to identify where all the problems are coming from – one single source.
The statistics were in though zealously protected from public view. Deaths in sheltered housing due to absence of wardens; deaths of elderly due to ambulance delays; deaths of elderly and young in hospitals due to shortage of medical attention and hospital beds; deaths of elderly due to not being able to afford heating; deaths of elderly denied supportive care; deaths of young homeless; starvation of people denied welfare benefits they were entitled to; over all increased death rates caused by poverty, stress, homelessness and destitution.
Soon the native population wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. Harassed on every side, without living wage jobs, unable to find affordable accommodation, denied police protection, medical care, welfare and pensions. The redundant population was on its way out, with every assistance from the establishment.
The new slaves were arriving daily by the bucket loads. The nation states dismantled, their evils confined to history. The new world Utopia was on its way as is already being experienced in Europe. All the world’s workers reduced to the gutter. Just two social classes. The only two needed. Masters and slaves.
The old paperback, dusty and cover-torn lay unnoticed under the bed. The orderlies just removed the body, they had no time to look around, but they saw scenes like it several times a day. An old, ill, useless-eater who starved to death because their carers were too overworked or forgot to call. Not that they could do much in twenty minutes.
The old man had worked at sea in his young days. He had sailed the world and passed the time reading Science Fiction. The dystopian novel lying on the floor had predicted the society in which he died, but in the book the Nazis had won the war. There was no medical care nor welfare nor pensions. If you wanted a carer you paid for one yourself. Children were drilled 10 hours a day, taught that they were living in the best of all possible worlds. They were taught to sneak and creep and spy on their parents and family and to report any politically incorrect thought or action. They were taught sex from an early age and taught to mock “abstainers”. They were allowed in every venue, disrupting adult activities, causing accidents with the elderly and infirm, for which the adult always got the blame, the reason for the accident being ignored. The person had arthritis and couldn’t get out of the way quickly. A blind person falling over a toddler zooming around, ending up in hospital and dying shortly after. The children used as tools to hammer vulnerable adults of every kind, whether physically or mentally impaired, and force the less than perfect to stay at home out of public view.
Oh, it was a brave new world, where children were treasured – until they too became adults – then it was survival of the fittest. Just as in nature – the weak and defective driven to the wall while the young and strong surge ahead. Well, that was the rhetoric. But when adulthood came those indulged children had a rude awakening. Slaving 10 hours a day, without safety measures, without sick pay or holidays, until their health broke prematurely, and they in turn were trampled underfoot.
The old man never thought he would see the day. It was just stories. A young man at sea he had read stories to broaden his mind, to stimulate his thoughts. In spare moments he would stand on the deck of the ship and gaze out over the endless ocean, aware of the miles of water under his feet, and dream of distant planets and incredible life forms. Land was a boring experience. He lived for the sea and the life of the mind.
He never thought it would end this way. Where alien values of incredible crassness and cruelty had infected the human race. The book told it all. A day had come where every man was turned against his brother. Where women were for sex and growing babies. Where immature children were elevated above mature adults and allowed full rein in their childhood spite.
When he’d read the book, thirty years before, it had seemed incredible. It couldn’t happen. Yet it had.
He had been reading the book again in bed until it fell from his lifeless hands. With the wisdom of old age and the approaching transition the thought occurred – did the writer forsee what was going to happen, or did his thought, or the thought of one of his reader’s reading it – make it happen.