ALL THE WORLD IS A MINE

Lymp Duhdashian's rabbit hole goes deeper - Episode 9

The ideas in this, the second video that Olympia found, triggered a headache. Where was all this information coming from?

With a prolonged dive into the web archive, Lymp finally found the source of the two videos which had so stunned her mind. It was a deleted 58-page report on Lyndon LaRouche’s website from 2013 entitled: Nuclear NAWAPA XXI: Gateway to the Fusion Economy The first line of the introduction had astonished her. It said “This planet can no longer tolerate environmentalists” and went on to outline a massive global infrastructure plan, a development of such incredible proportions that it had Lymp shaking her head with disbelief. Another line in the report grabbed Lymp’s attention: “the fusion fuel contained in one litre of seawater provides as much energy as 300 litres of petroleum.”

As she slowly progressed through the paper the full impact of its revolutionary nature clicked into place.

"For materials processing and natural resources, the plasma torch, operating at temperatures below that required for fusion, can break down and separate many materials into their constituent elements and isotopes, meaning that chemical and nuclear “waste” can be processed into valuable resources. Such plasma torches can be a driver towards the higher densities of power achievable with a self-sustaining fusion reaction, at which point we could theoretically extract many times the current annual production of iron, copper, aluminium, and many other resources from virtually any cubic mile of dirt, and reprocess the valuable concentrations of materials in landfills."

Looking for something more recent, Lymp came across this video entitled “Why Humanity Needs To Develop a Fusion Torch by Unveiled.

Lymp was thinking, there is NO WAY that the green obsessed ruling classes are going to allow this to ever happen! It is totally unlikely that they would give up their corporate control of profit from energy. It dawned on her just why this document was only available via the web archive. The ideas within it would make scarcity and need a distant memory, lifting the poorest people out of the jaws of poverty, death and disease. Something that the ruling classes had nurtured and benefitted from for millennia.
Lymp’s moral compass began whizzing between two opposing directions!
The overwhelmingly vast potential change, presaged by Fusion Torch science, was dawning painfully on Olympia Duhdashian’s mind, loaded as it was with huge barriers of cognitive dissonance plus an inherited interest in financial gain.
Who could she speak to about these developments?
Which was right? To suppress or to develop this scientific breakthrough?

What is the most recent news on Fusion Energy which is fundamental to the development of the Fusion Torch? With another search on You Tube, Lymp came across this from Bloomberg:

Lymp printed a hard copy of the LaRouche document, slid it into a plastic folder and deposited it in a zipped compartment of her travel bag. Once again, she cleared the history of her searches and closed down the laptop before quietly leaving the superyacht’s library and returning to the lounge for a fresh cocktail.

The guests on the superyacht were elegantly dressed and assembling for dinner in the stunningly beautiful dining room. The staff were flitting back and forth with trays of champagne and canapés. Lymp spotted Tarky, showered and dressed in a smart tuxedo, smoking on the deck with some of his friends. She joined him and adopted the serene smile of a typical air-head social media influencer. She posed for a few photographs and arranged for copies to be emailed to her for inclusion in her neglected tiktok and instagram accounts.

“Are you leaving us when we get to Miami, Lymp?” asked the party’s host politely and Lymp, acting graciously regretful, claimed urgent business in London. Her plans had actually changed quite radically, but there was no need for anyone on the turquoise superyacht to know about that.

As soon as the superyacht docked in Miami the shore party noisily departed and Olympia Duhdashian was making her way to hail a taxi. She had excused herself from the waiting limousine by vaguely mentioning a quick visit to a friend in the city. Nobody questioned her, everyone was far too self-obsessed to care.

“Where does one hire a boat for, say for instance, a long fishing trip?” she asked the taxi driver, an amiable round faced and somewhat Hispanic looking middle aged man. He looked at Lymp’s elegant attire and laughed. “You wanna go fishing, lady?” and shook his head in amusement.
“What I want to do is neither here nor there to you!” snapped the haughty and slightly irritated Olympia in her hilariously out-of-place best British accent.
”OK lady!” replied the grinning taxi driver as he pulled out into the heavy Miami traffic, “Your wish is my command!” and he stifled a giggle which Lymp ignored.

The taxi came to a halt in a large car park alongside a huge marina. Olympia paid with a gold American Express credit card and surveyed the scene for a yacht club or restaurant.

Engaging a charter yacht with a small crew was surprisingly easy. Explaining where she wanted to go - less so. There were maps and charts to examine, but Lymp had few clues to guide her journey back to Khan’s Island until she chanced upon an article about herself in the online British press. The article mentioned that she had walked into a police station in St. John’s, Antigua.

The logical thing to do was to return to Antigua and find the small beach community of friends who had dropped her off at the police station. This sounded simple but was actually quite a trial. Antigua is surrounded by coral reefs which required skilful negotiation and one white sandy beach tends to look very much like another from offshore. It took a few days of scouting the convoluted coastline before Lymp jumped for joy as her binoculars focused in on the distinctive row of beach huts she remembered so well. “There it is!” she yelled and the patient crew breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The islander community were amused to see Olympia again and immediately threw a welcoming party for her and her crew. One of the fishermen offered to guide them to Khan’s Island the following day but could not guarantee that Khan would be there. “There’s no knowing where he is” he said “Khan has many friends around these islands and no strings or weather can hold him down.”