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The rain fell softly on this summer morning.  Across the land children on their school holidays were amusing themselves indoors.  Tendrils of thought reached out, first tiny streams tumbling haphazardly across the land until they touched mind, then the streams became channels, rivers; thoughts reached out, explored, probed, and the data streamed back into headquarters where they were analysed by computers.

The children played on unaware that from this day on their future was pre-determined.

The Agent, Max, settled back from his computer, thrilled by the data he had uncovered.  It was mind-blowing.  So much potential in the population.  He had never dreamed.  He quickly typed his report and sent it to the Controller.  Deciding he needed a break he helped himself to a coffee from the office machine, but when he returned to his desk saw that the Controller had requested his immediate presence.

The Controller nodded briefly as he entered the room.

“Ah, Max” the Controller’s voice was friendly, ” I have just read your report.  New at this are you?”

“Just transferred from Human Resources”.

The Controller nodded.  “Well, we do things differently in Potentials”.

The Controller sat back from his terminal and examined the young man standing nervously before him.


Max sat.


Max relaxed a little.  “Thanks.  Black, no sugar”.

The Controller fetched two black coffees and settled himself comfortably.

Max, what do you do with a problem called Max.  Young, intelligent, enthusiastic, idealistic.  He had checked his personnel file before summoning him.  A high flyer Human Resources had said.  Greater potential than they needed.  They had recommended the transfer and now the Controller was regretting that he had allowed it.  The one place the Controller didn’t want Max, or anyone like him, was in Potentials.  But what could he do with him? The safest thing would be to simply send him back to Human Resources but they had already concluded that he didn’t fit there. The man was unaware of it but he was a boat rocker.  He needed careful handling.  Most of all he had to be brought under control and his boat-rocking potential nullified.

“Human Resources spoke highly of you”.

Max smiled, sipping his coffee appreciatively.  Much better than the machine coffee in the general office.

“Tell me.  What do you think of the work in Potentials?”

“Fascinating! I had no idea we could do this.  Explore the minds of all the children. Ascertain their innate talents, then optimise their social conditions so that they reach their full potential for the good of society”.

The Controller sighed inwardly.  It was one of life’s great mysteries how naive people got to live to competent adulthood but still remain so blind to the world around them.

“Quite so” he agreed amiably.

“Coffee all right?”

“Yes.  Delicious.  Thank you”.

“It is a unique blend.  I have it imported specially”.

Max nodded. “Very good”.

Now the Controller smiled.  “I have to say some part of your report and recommendations are excellent.  I couldn’t have done better myself.  The Headmaster’s son, streamed into Science, then on to Oxbridge.  I shouldn’t be surprised if we recruit him when he becomes professionally established.  This is exactly the kind of work that we want.  However, some parts of your report were not so good.  Perhaps you could clarify your thinking regarding this child?”

The Controller pushed a file across the desk.  Max recognised it instantly.  This was the highest potential that they had uncovered.

“Yes.  A talented all-rounder.  Highest percentile of intelligence, showing artistic, literary, scientific, military, humanistic and political potentials.  Basically she would be a creative, innovative high achiever in any profession, but given her range of abilities she would be best used in something which employed all her talents.  I recommended nurturing all her talents and put on a trajectory to also take her to Oxbridge”.

The Controller’s face showed no expression.

“And this one?” He pushed another file forward.

“He was the most highly talented in Mathematics”.

“Did you consider their backgrounds?”

“Yes.  They will take particular care and investment.  The girl’s poor, working class background would naturally hamper development of her talents.  The Asian boy’s parents are shopkeepers whose only desire is that their son should carry on the business”.

There was a long pause while the Controller said nothing and Max fidgeted restlessly.  Why was he in the Controller’s office?  What had he missed?

The Controller arrived at his decision.  He needed to get this man out of Potentials immediately before he found out what was going on.  Sometimes naivety was an advantage after all, if you could divert the fools before they found out information that would disillusion them.

“Very good” the Controller said, pushing the files to the side as if they were of no importance.  “Human resources were correct in their assessment.  You are most diligent.  However, regrettably I am going to have to send you back to Human Resources”.

He spread his hands apologetically.

“It is out of my hands unfortunately.  The lady whose job you took over left to have a baby, and now has changed her mind and decided to return.  I have no choice but to give her her old job back.  But don’t worry.  We all realise your potential and I am sure another opening will occur shortly.  (In outer Siberia if I can arrange it).

With a smile and a handshake the Controller escorted Max to the door.

“No need to go back to your office.  Your old job at Human Resources is waiting for you”.

Back at his desk the Controller buzzed Human Resources to expect Max, then accessed Max’s Potential access and cancelled it.  He then deleted Max’s recommendations replacing them with the standard formula for dealing with lower class men and women who showed potential.

Disruptive children would be sent to the school.  Older bullying children would be placed and teachers instructed to ignore the victimization, only to act when the targets tried to protect themselves.  Both children would be diverted from good teachers to teachers who were incompetent or emotionally abusive.  A formula of life-trashing, causing total frustration of the development of their abilities, combined with the maximum psychological and medical damage possible in their circumstances would be set in motion.

The woman flagged as prime breeding stock, coming from a family with no genetic weaknesses, intelligent, athletic, many talented, long-lived and youthful.  Psychologically damaged and way too intelligent to attract men of her own social class out of the blue a higher social class man would appear in  her life, get her pregnant, and then have the baby taken from her on the grounds that she would be an unfit mother. And after that, then what? A life of prostitution perhaps.  Might as well make some money out of her while she soaks up all the social misfits.  And the boy?  He was destined for a surprise accident at a tragically early age.

The Controllers closed his report, sat back and enjoyed his coffee.  Social stability did not just happen.  It required work and planning.

Meanwhile Max.  The Controller had no hard feelings towards the man.  His naivety and idealism could still be used.  But not in their organisation.  He would be gently eased out, into some academic side line, perhaps.  He would be permitted to tell the world he was a retired spy to reassure any potential recruits that they could leave any time they wanted.


Pre-emptive strikes and delayed actions

The Controller passed by the office of assassinations on his way out to lunch. On a whim he pushed open the door and was met by a surprised look from the head of the section.

“What’s up?” the chief asked.

“Nothing” the Controller reassured him. “Just thought I’d stop by to see if there was anything interesting”.

The Head looked round his desk thoughtfully then pulled out two files from the pending tray. He tossed them onto the desk for the Controller’s viewing.

“It’s quiet at the moment. These are the current projects”.

The Controller opened the file classified “thorns”.  He recognised the name. An investigative journalist who had done a very successful hatchet job exposing corruption in high places several years earlier.

“The cooling-off period has passed. Now he is no longer in the public’s eye we have set the wheels in motion to take him out”.

The Controller smiled at the wordplay. The assassination method was to be a jinxed car. “We won’t need to use black magic when every car is a smart car. Much easier to assassinate by computer error”.

The Controller opened the other file. “I don’t recognise the name”. He glanced at the cover and noted the file was headed “green shoots”.

“You wouldn’t” the Head responded. “He’s a newby. Talented, charismatic musician. Our talent scouts have just spotted him. We can’t recruit as he has strong humanitarian sympathies”.

The Controller nodded. No independent line was permitted to get established. The simplest solution was to take such out before they had gained public notice.

He dropped the file back on the desk.

“Just heading out for lunch. Care to join me?”


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Social engineering starts in schools

The school report was in. The Headmaster had collated private assessments from all his primary school teachers. Several reports were starred for special attention.  The Controller settled himself to read.

Child A.   Female. Working class. Average intelligence. Shows signs of extreme psychological disorder. Provoking trouble, causing disruption in every social setting. Policy being followed. Light discipline. Turning a blind eye to most misdemeanours. Arranging interactions with students targeted for sabotage.

Controller gave a green tick and continued.

Child B.  Male. Working class. Black. Showing extraordinary athletic talent. Policy. Close but discreet monitoring. Attempts to divert and sabotage  but kept well below radar. Advise.

Controller made another green tick, and added comment. Continue with this policy, with discretion. If Target or family become suspicious of sabotage, desist immediately. Continue to inform of progress.

The Controller then copied the page and opened another file for possible elimination of Target should he reach a level of proficiency likely to lead to success.

Child C.  Female. Lower middle class. White. Average intelligence, pretty with maternal qualities. Present policy, protective. Keeping safe from destructive interactions. Indulgence from teachers uprating her in all activities wherever possible.

Controller again ticked green, then copied and entered copy into new file headlined MOTHER. She would be closely monitored and in maturity found a suitable husband of higher social class. The sons of the higher social classes deserved the best mothers.

Child D. Female. Working class. White. Top intelligence percentile. Artistic talent. Policy, harassment. Withdrawal  of art classes. Put into classes with teachers who do not teach. Arrange proximity with trouble causing students. Down playing achievements, highlighting failures, even with fabricated complaints.

The Controller green ticked again, then added comment. Good. Continue policy with close monitoring. Work to create an appearance of dishonesty and mental disorder. A special teacher will be appointed.

He then created a copy and opened a new file headlined BREEDER. By maturity the Target, unknown to herself would have a secret official record labelling her as criminal and insane. Then she would be manipulated/forced into pregnancy and the resulting child handed over to higher social class adoptive parents.

He then wrote a memo requesting a paedophile teacher to be appointed to the school.

Child E. Female. Working class. White. Above average intelligence. Beautiful. Policy. Normal. Monitoring but no special action taken.

The Controller made another green tick and added the comment. Good. Continue as before. The Target must have no suspicion that their experience is anything other than normal. He then took a copy and opened another file. HONEYPOT. When the child became a young adult coming from a completely normal family with a completely normal life experience, she would have no suspicion when she meets a personable young man, equally intelligent and attractive who shares her interests. She would walk into the trap completely unsuspecting.

Child F. Female. Working class. Black. Highly intelligent. Close monitoring, withdrawal of teaching and total harassment. Has been kept strictly separate from Child D and Child B. Advise.

Controller ticked green and commented, Continue. He thought. Both Child D and F would arrive in the child abusers class in due course, but were in separate age groups so would not meet. Psychological damage of young females prepared them for their role as prostitutes later in life. But intelligent females were tricky customers. Too much interference and they might suss it out. Arranging a disappearance to conscript into prostitution could not be done too often or it would become apparent. Rape and murder could also show up in statistical anomalies which might lead to questions being asked. Dammit! He hated these intelligent black females. Intelligent, talented black kids were no use for breeding stock and they were more trouble than everyone else put together. Too damned strategic!


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Surplus to requirements

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.


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A dystopian novel

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.


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The perfect village

The Controller studied the photographs on the desk before him. They were of two villages, one of which had just won the prestige of being declared “The Best Village in the County”.

Village A’s shops were mostly arranged around a village square. Going in a circle the shops consisted of a butcher’s, a hairdresser’s, Post Office, clothing, a pub, newsagent’s, hardware, a chemists’s, small supermarket, fruit and vegetables, another pub, a fish and chips, a small library and another supermarket. People were standing around chatting and others could be seen entering and leaving the shops. Shoppers for the neighbouring town were standing at a bus stop.

The square in Village B had a beautiful array of flowers in a large cart in the centre of the square. Lamp-posts were adorned with further floral displays in hanging baskets. The shops consisted of a butcher’s, a hairdresser’s, a charity for destitute youths, a newsagent’s, a chemist, a pub, a bookies, and a small supermarket. The windows of the closed up shops were adorned with full size pictures of what the previous businesses had been, so if you did not look too carefully it would seem as if you were passing a variety of shops doing business filled with happy customers. The bus stop had gone. Apart from the flowers the square was empty.

The Controller noted the Golden Award for Best Village 5 years in a row, proudly attached to Village B.

The Agent whose desk he was overlooking glanced up at him. “Sorry, Sir, I couldn’t resist looking at the before and after photos”.

“Perfectly in order”, the Controller reassured him.

“We have come a long way in twenty years. The country clearances are going well. First remove transport. Then services such as the Post Office, bank branches and libraries. Strangle small businesses with business rates, red tape and remove parking. The villages empty of their own accord”.

The Agent said nothing.

The Controller looked up at the rows of desks of Agents all busy at their work.

“This is just part of a larger process. Wealthy city people buy up country homes at inflated  city prices as second homes left vacant through most of the year, pricing the locals out of the market. We have gypsies on the pay-roll to set up encampments beside country homes, making £300,000 properties unsaleable, to discourage people from retiring to the countryside. We close down country schools on the argument they are too small so that young families do not come. We remove police cover and arrange some atrocious attacks on gentle, elderly people in their own homes to drive home the message that the countryside is a playground for criminals.  We dissuade GP’s from setting up practice and close the country hospitals. We make sure ambulances never arrive in less than an hour. We put wind farms on the outskirts so that people are driven mad by the continuous low frequency noise caused by the vanes. People soon get the message that the countryside, far from being a haven from the noise, crime and expense of the towns are unaffordable crime filled deserts, without facilities, inaccessible and unsafe”.

The Controller turned to the Agent and smiled. “We find an holistic rather than atomistic approach to problems works best. We aim to cover all bases”.

The Agent remained silent so the Controller answered the question he did not ask.

“Population is increasing – by design. We don’t want people overflowing from the expensive over-crowded towns and cities into the pleasanter life of the countryside. Our employers want maximum population to maximise their profits, but they don’t want to live in the overcrowded world they have created”.

“Does that answer your question?”

The Agent smiled.


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Pavlov’s cat

“The idiot!” The Controller stabbed his intercom. “Bella, send Mr  Danners up to me a.s.a.p.”.

The Controller flicked through the pages in his file. A light tap on the door.

“Ah, Mr Danners, please come in. Take a seat”.

The middle aged man sat down suppressing a look of bemusement at his senior’s affable manner.

“Miss Carlyon, has been your subject for many years. Explain to me what you have been doing with her”.

The Controller sat back in his seat a look of patient interest on his face.

“Well Carly was not a pretty child. Doesn’t matter in a male, but in a female it is a weak point. We always abrade the weaknesses”. He glanced at the Controller who smiled his encouragement. “We made sure her birthday and Christmas presents emphasised her deficiency. Toy make-up kits, hair brushes. Mirrors”.

“Go on”.

“When she became a teenager when she experimented with clothes we made sure men followed her and she knew she was being followed. She realised she didn’t have much dress sense so she put pictures of models similar in build to herself on her walls wearing clothes that she liked, to develop her dress sense. We put in her mother’s mind that this indicated she was a lesbian, and her mother made her take the pictures down. When she went to the hairdressers we arranged for the hairdresser to make a mess of her hair. When she went to a night class to learn how to put make-up on, our teacher made fun of her”.

“And what did you achieve?”

“Humiliation of the target. We made it clear to her that she is an unattractive female, and emphasised her deficiencies”.

There was a pause while the Controller let the air out slowly through his teeth.

“And what do you think our objectives were with this subject?”

Mr Danner’s face looked blank. “Sexual exploitation?”

“Correct. Sexual and reproductive exploitation. Your interventions have taught the subject that she is so unattractive that there is no point in trying. So she doesn’t. What’s more she doesn’t care one iota whether men find her attractive or not as she has had nothing but harassment from them. She doesn’t do anything to make herself look prettier – no make-up, doesn’t bother with her hair and wears male clothes to deter harassers. Nine times out of ten men think she is a man”.

The pause was longer. Mr Danners shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Now” the Controller went on pleasantly, “Miss Carlyon is very intelligent and has genes that are exceptionally healthy. We would want to have a higher social class man get her pregnant, as we want her children. How are we going to get a higher social class man interested in a lowest social class woman who is unattractive, doesn’t bother with make-up, doesn’t bother with her hair, doesn’t bother with clothes and doesn’t bother with men? All conditions which you have brought about. And the social interaction between the two must be normal, spontaneous and not look outlandishly weird drawing the attention of everyone in their vicinity.

The Controller threw the file contemptuously at the man seated before him. “A little problem for you to solve. Take your time”.


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