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WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, AGENT X9?
”The very
planet proves to be alive. And very pissed off.”
The report on you is filed, my
friend. You, Agent X9, above all others, should realize that the data cannot be
reversed. The algorithms of the Corporate Hegemony are inflexible. The images
are graven. They rule with cool and absolute binary authority. The database may
only be amended and items only added to the labyrinths of detail and the
profiles that stretch to the edge of entropy. The report has been filed Agent
X9. It has joined the endless and ultimately personal catalogues of caprices
and conceits. A major responsibility of the Intelligence Committee of the
Corporate Hegemony is to preserve the minutiae of peccadillo and purchase, intimacies
and indiscretions and store them on the mainframes in those mines measureless
to man. It is a vital foundation of the Sociopath Agenda. You were once one of
our most respected Continental Operatives. As such you should be aware that
absolutely nothing is reversible. All structures are indistinguishable one for
another in infinite reflection, standardized by electric dissection and
quantified by template. You are Damned Agent X9. That’s how they would have
expressed it in the ancient days. What’s that? You want a cigarette? The
general regulations specify this as a non-smoking facility but here in the
white room we might make an exception. Will someone fetch Agent X9 a cigarette
and the means with which to light it?
The
report is filed, Agent X9. Smoke your cigarette and reflect how the requirement
is helplessness. The requirement has always been helplessness. Not only from
the victim but from the victor. Our drones
release death from the above. They fall free from a clear blue sky. They do not
consider the merits of the mission or contemplate its morality. They are merely
machines. The same could be said of the machines air-conditioned operators deep
in their protected bunkers. They perform their assigned tasks. They calibrate
for assigned targets. They are compliant. They obey. They do not question. In
fact they strive for excellence in what they do. They believe the infallibility
of their instructions. Remember the good Colonel Benton? "I feel no emotional attachment to the enemy. I
have a duty, and I execute the duty.” You also believed Agent X9. When
you were sent against the Hello Kitty subversion, the Deathless Men, The Horst
Wessel Brigade or the Ancients of Lhasa you also complied with discussion or
argument. What happened, Agent X9? When did you
develop this philosophical schizophrenia? In former times, when you stood are you
in hall of mirrors and the Lady from Shanghai opened fire, you ducked
the shining shards and carried out your mission. What changed, Agent X9?
Before the battle of Passchendaele a British general
issued an order, “Maps must conform to plans and not plans to maps. Facts that
interfered with plans were impertinencies.” The Intelligence
Committee may not totally agree with this
concept, but it certainly has its historical merits in that it is plainly a
forerunner of modern thinking by the Corporate Hegemony what would
ultimately find form in the Sociopath Agenda. The
mass must move as one with a driven uniformity. For each to plot an individual
course would create the abject chaos of uncharted anarchy. Law enforcement
fills the prisons. It is their vocation. They are not required to reason why,
just fill their quota. The sick die. The poor starve. The churches preach
insanity. The advertising industry creates impossible desires and implausible
expectations. Tolerance is eliminated and fear is substituted. The pliable iron
is set in the soul of men. You have done your part in establishing that
program, Agent X9. Ignorance has been nurtured and nourished. Pornography is
encouraged. Paranoia is cultivated. The underclass is publicized as the
ever-lurking threat. There but for the grace of consumption go you and go I.
Their internecine criminality and territorial gang violence is tacitly fostered
as a means of intimidation. Their drug traffic is clandestinely regulated and
monitored to keep them within the designated boundaries by psycho-chemical
manipulation. Education has now fully collapsed on itself and the children
remain feral, but eruptions are managed and the destruction is confined to
their own habitats. They burn their own turf. The bodycount is media fodder.
The sub-culture is exploitable. Function is inflexible. Function is always
inflexible.
Did
you forget that Agent X9 when you flaunted your new found individualism? Individuality
can only be the prerogative of a tiny and elevated elite and, even then, it
must be subject to multiple and geometric restrictions. Public postures of
leadership and private poses of decadence among this quasi-elite are as
narrowly proscribed as the tailored delusions of the masses. They are permitted
their gaudy party favors, their garish notoriety, and extravagant illusions of
superiority, their deviant sex and their own costly and rarified varieties of
recreation drugs. They are dazzled by their own glitter, their metallic
eyelashes, and the contents of their gift bags. They are encouraged to amass
their toys, their mansions, their yachts and their jets, to consume beyond
reason, and leave their vast carbon tire tracks. They are conditioned to strive
for fortunes so inflated they are abstractions. They are taught a magical
arithmetic and a numerical concept of the elemental self-esteem. They are
reminded how they are bright candles but the wind is always waiting.
Even we on the Intelligence Committee
do not attempt to think for ourselves. The very fabric of our society dictates
that all levels adhere at all times to the essential
construction of the Corporate Hegemony and the Sociopath Agenda. But you, Agent X9, have elected to think for
yourself. You have embraced a condition is wholly singular, when, at the very
least only the binary is recognized and only the totality is accessible or
acceptable. You appear to believe you are the recipient of a revelation. You
imagine you have seen the error of our ways. You have attempted to apply logic
where logic is inapplicable. You make the essential mistake of believing that
humanity as a species can be saved. As long ago as 1949, the great Harry Lime
notably remarked, “Nobody thinks in terms of
human beings. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped
moving forever?” You ignore the crucial tipping point after which
humanity became fully viral and its general survival became unworthy of
consideration except in small and carefully selected superior enclaves. As for
the rest, it is unfortunate. As a virus they are a destructive infection of the
overall biosphere and only worthy of elimination. The choice is not easy but it
has been made, and that choice is the core of the Sociopath Agenda.
So you see, Agent X9, any misguided attempts you might make
to save humanity or civilization as we know it are far too little and their
lateness defies contemplation.
Your sorry
attempt to forge a treasonous liaison with the Daughters of Gaia only serves to demonstrate your
unqualified misinterpretation of the cybernetic
feedback systems operated unconsciously by the biota.
You linger in the 20th century. Agent X9. Once upon a time, the
Corporate Hegemony assumed itself a total odds with the Lovelock proposal.
They too saw no alternative to preserving humanity if only as
producer/consumers. It was only when the emergent Intelligence Committee
presented evidence of how human beings in their current numbers were inimical
to the broad stabilization of the conditions
of habitability in a full homeostasis that the higher thinking began to change.
Our masters accepted that this world of
humans is dying, Agent X9. They accepted it very easily. Parts of it are
already dead. They cannot be resuscitated. Our only option was to maintain a
semblance of order as the systems fail. It was the only alternative with which
to retain power. The Corporate Hegemony was well aware they were the descendants of all feudal lords, warrior
chieftains, violent dictators, and totalitarian butchers of old. In their form
at the time of the tipping point they were opportunists motivated by
self-interest and greed, and inclined to dominate or subjugate those around
them through manipulative means. A new order needed to evolve from the previous
policies of destructive self-interest.
We
have no Cossacks, no pogroms, no purges, and no final solution. The secret
police operate primarily for their own amusement. Humanity will be largely
destroyed but we are not the destroyers per se. Lovelock himself made it clear.
"The Earth System behaves as a single, self-regulating procedure
with physical, chemical, biological, and human components". The Earth's survival depends on the
interaction of living forms with inorganic elements and one of those living
forms is now too degraded to be part of the interaction. The human
component has grievously malfunctioned and Earth will eliminate it. The Earth
itself will destroy humanity. That makes your failed alliance with the
Daughters of Gaia all the more ironic.
The very planet proves to be alive. And very pissed off. It will push man to
extinction. The Corporate Hegemony
may help speed the process in some small ways. An epidemic here. A famine
there. A withdrawal of aid. A nuclear accident or a toxic cloud. The Earth will
do the rest. It will throw off viral humanity. It will cure itself with
earthquakes and volcanoes, fire and flood, climate shift, and things at which
we can only guess. Our own minor efforts are what might be called
transactional. We sacrifice our own kind in return for exceedingly limited
numbers of us being allowed to continue as what might call living fossils. A
tiny percentage of the former species world given sanctuary in protected
enclaves from which we guarantee we will not spread and cause no more harm to
planet. In this we embrace the largest possible picture. The Sociopath Agenda
is, at root, an acceptance that humanity has outgrows any possible usefulness,
and we are making what we can from its demise. Didn’t I make clear that the Corporate
Hegemony was a coterie of advanced whores and evolved opportunists?
But what of you Agent X9. We on the
Intelligence Committee are not the frivolous or gratuitous torturers of old.
Pain is not our entertainment or distraction. Your life will merely be
concluded as painlessly as possible because, knowing all that you know you
cannot be allowed to persist, world at an end. Would care for another
cigarette, Agent X9? And perhaps a blindfold?
© Mick Farren, Brighton UK,
2013
