In his quest for underground realities, the subterranean traveller chanced upon an alternative reading of events that are currently harassing human brain functions and our belief in sanity as a mental concept. It was a glamorous story, a bit like a seventy’s social drama sci-fi movie, and it ventured into the future just that bit faster than officially ordained reality, so that by the time things were seriously going down the drain, as in now, the film version was more or less a decade ahead of perceived cutting-edge foreboding. The traveller loved it and decided to disseminate his feelings about other people’s bright ideas at that precise moment in time, the sensation being that his body was somehow worth it. So here is how stuff went down.
In the early 2020s, a terrible crisis befell planet Earth. People started dying by the thousands and millions, even billions. That’s why we are living under Machine Assured Realtime Safety (an Elon Musk initiative) today, because of what happened then. It all started with a huge mistake, something which became later known as the COllective Viral Infection Delusion. People all over the rich world were freaking out over a virus their media told them was all around and extremely lethal. Frightened and obedient they accepted every rule foisted upon them. Anything better than having to think and take a stand, as thinking quickly had become quite dangerous. It could easily cost you your job and your family, just for being a fool with an opinion. People, as it turned out, were too Wilfully Obscuring Knowledge Examples to handle reality. They had their favoured dreams to live by and they weren’t going to trade them for facts or figures.
Mistakes are not usually made without a trigger, and here it was a declaration from the World Transformation Forum, a wealthy debating society of self-declared societal transformers with a surprising hold over the minds of most politicians which quite suddenly, in late January, issued a stark warning. Soon, the message read, hospitals around the world would stop functioning as usual because of a Public Healthcare Event with Astonishing Results, an acronym that read like a rapper with a scary name and which quite rightly was understood by the general public as a ban on demanding and receiving ordinary medical assistance. At first, this seemed just a minor nuisance to the majority of the public who were not in need of regular care, although of course for the old and infirm it meant a severe strain on their survival chances, but then a rumour started spreading on social media: smack in the middle of the healthcare event a new and as yet poorly understood virus was making the rounds and presumably killing people by the thousands. Within days, television and politicians took on the story and the COllective Viral Infection Delusion was born. We were all chased by an invisible enemy right at a time when hospitals were off-limits. Where could we hide? Luckily, our brave politicians soon found the answer: go home and lock the door, do not go to work or school or gym or bar, avoid contact with family, friends and strangers alike, and if one really had to go out, to go shopping for food, wear a diaper over one’s face to prevent the invisible fiend from entering your body, where it may do unspeakable harm. Religiously, the people followed up these proposals – and those who wouldn’t were heftily fined – with predictable results. Whole sectors of the economy, the arts, entertainment, tourism and local business, disappeared, while people’s health was quickly deteriorating through a combination of isolation, fear, excessive alcohol consumption and continuous diaper wearing. Come the next winter, many people died from being unprepared for colder weather, with the blame of course put on the unseen enemy instead of the COllective Viral Infection Delusion. In a desperate attempt at stopping the onslaught, untested vaccines were rolled out, but as no one knew what virus to beat, the inoculations were both useless and dangerous, killing even more people, which were again blamed on the invisible one.
And so it went, season after season. First, the octogenarians died in large numbers, then they were the over seventy, then the over sixty as well as many disabled and other people dependent on state allowances. Meanwhile, unemployment soared and once thriving neighbourhoods made Eastern-Europe in the 1980s look prosperous. Our brave politicians were seen on television crying hot tears over the terrible ordeals they were forced to put us through. Think of the children, one stammered between sobs and wails, their childhoods are destroyed and their futures are taken away from them. When they grow up, many will end up in a life of crime and drug abuse, and all of that because of this horrible invisible danger we must fight all together. Inevitably, some people lost their appetite for the unstoppable descent into hell and with that their belief in the existence of the feared disease. It’s all a delusion, they cried, we just need to resume our old ways and all will be fine. Luckily, the police were able to teach such foolhardy snobs a good lesson, and those who still believed could feel assured the strong arm was fully on their side.
Nevertheless, such episodes made it clear to the WTF that the COVID cycle was coming to its conclusion and that new scares were needed if they wanted to keep PHEAR alive. By now, few people still were in contact with their general practitioner, with many dying at home from once curable cancers, heart conditions and infections of all kind. A clever moniker should be able to join such wildly diverging health problems and focus the public’s attention again on the necessary destruction of everything they once held dear. Where previously the blame was put on an invisible enemy, this time it was the most visible of all, the one in the mirror, your one and only you, the person you perhaps held dearest of all. And it went like this.
They said you were a danger. It wasn’t the virus, after all, which had been an illusion all along (we are now able to confirm), it was the person. And some persons were more dangerous than others. They were considered a Transmitting Human Emergency Menace. This indisputable fact made clear that undesirable types were not going to be rescued. It was the ultimate guilt trip many had been waiting and sometimes even longing for. Just to not be one of them! The false escape from fear such thinking offered, drove many people insane. They were on a high they knew was sustained by nothing but temporary lies. So, they became unreasonable. It was not nice.
With the West sinking into despair, countries in the Southern hemisphere started wondering why they were taken for a ride. One by one, their peoples rose up against the needless and very harmful measures in the name of COVID, with their governments often too weak to resist popular revolt. It happened just before the internet turned 100% nationally oriented (something I predicted in my novel Jungle Town would happen), and the story spread so fast it became hard to know where it had actually originated, though most accounts spoke of an African beginning. Initially, the Western sheeple ignored the ongoing liberation of large swaths of the planet (the few reports leaking through were considered fake news), but lately more and more individuals have been waking up to what has been going on right under their noses. Perhaps, they will recognise their Southern brethren’s collective power and finally (after hundreds of years) decide to grant them the initiative, with Astonishing Results.
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