GETTING REAL ABOUT GLOBALISM
No such thing as a coincidence! Episode 41 in the Lymp Duhdashian series
Gathered together at Diamond’s Kensington home, our protagonists found themselves in deep discussion all their waking hours.
There was so much to say. Each of them was stripping away the illusions they had been living. They were revealing themselves and it felt like a very private, very important few days to them. Nobody knew exactly what had triggered this intensity. Khan had exploded with rage at the London Fireworks display because it had focused on Ukraine and gender bending. He was mortified by the blatant propaganda, even through our national holiday, mind-controlling the public. He had stomped off in disgust and Olympia had to chase after him before he got lost in the crowds. Maybe that was the moment that triggered everyone’s angst? Nobody could say for certain because new year’s eve had been addled by too much champagne, the following day upended by too many hangovers.
Whatever caused it, the results were awesome.
Nobody had to dress up; they could slob out behind closed doors. Except Frank. He HAD to dress up, but that was just his artful thespian soul bursting through the shredded confines of ‘civil service’ limitations. So he was forgiven.
Diamond only used her iPhone once, to place her huge grocery order with Ocado.
The rest of the time everyone’s mobile phones were locked in her car.
Dave was busy hard-wiring Diamond’s computers and switching off all the Wi-Fi. He was measuring electro-magnetic radiation with a hand-held meter, checking the grounding of every single socket and switch. Limiting dirty energy, he said.
Khan was explaining the history of energy control and how Fusion Energy would lead to the Fusion Torch which would dispense with the illusion of scarcity - literally immediately - if only the technology had not been hijacked and stolen from the general public, which was being corralled into the CORE from the wastelands of the war torn GAP, as Pentagon planned.
Olympia was constantly taking notes of things she wanted to research later and she was always asking questions. She wore a very serious expression, which some might have considered fierce. The ruthlessness of Olympia’s true personality was becoming apparent.
Pru was treating the whole week as a holiday. No high heels, no make-up, no dashing around - what could be better? She didn’t even miss her masseur. In fact, she had cancelled an appointment by text and had not attempted to re-schedule. She had been happy to ferry Dave to the shops for his hardware purchases. She found Dave very attractive and was delighted when he took a shine to her and extended their shopping trip to include lunch together.
Meal-times were a chaos of individual preferences and great fun. Diamond simply heaped food onto the large kitchen table with a stack of plates, bowls and some cutlery. “Tuck in!” she announced unceremoniously as she helped herself to a little of everything.
Frank had set up a dispensary in a corner of the lounge. It was a cross between a smoothie bar, an Amsterdam coffee shop and a Chicago speakeasy, so he dressed the part, of course. He wore a tight fitting white silk shirt and high waisted black pants. He swirled around with his ubiquitous silver tray collecting and dispensing cups or glasses or ashtrays. He wore a Stetson, had a joint permanently held in the corner of his mouth and a gun holstered to his armpit purely to convey the bold illegality of some of his wares. Diamond could not look at him without laughing. Well, in truth, nobody could. Frank was a one-off. An entirely unlikely, but loveable ‘Licensed to Kill 006 and a quarter’ British agent.
Khan had caught him sneaking out of the house at 7am one morning. Frank was hooded and dressed all in black, bar his gleaming gold trainers. “Going for a run?” Khan assumed, “Want some company?” and Frank grunted something akin to an affirmation as he opened the front door. Khan quickly ran upstairs to put on a baby pink tracksuit that he had found in Olympia’s wardrobe. It was very pretty, too short in the arms and legs, but he didn’t care. He tied his hair back into a ponytail and slipped his feet into a pair of excellent sparkling white trainers which Olympia had bought him for Christmas. Frank grinned when Khan joined him to warm up on the doorstep. “Oh. My. God!” He sniggered at Khan’s long hairy legs poking out the bottom of Olympia’s pants and, checking for traffic or onlookers, the pair of them ran across the road to Kensington Park, glad of the winter darkness which limited the shock factor of Khan’s outfit. They ran one full circuit before they arrived at a mutually comfortable pace. After that, they chatted as they jogged along, with breaks for the passing of early morning dog walkers. One of the elderly dog walkers was barely shuffling along, both she and her dog seemed to be very unwell.
“How many people do you suppose are slowly dying because of the vaccines?” Khan wondered and Frank was quiet for at least a minute. Then he answered: “All of them!” Khan whistled through his teeth and nodded sagely. “Yeah, man.”
They pounded on in silence after that.
Olympia had jumped onto the first laptop that Dave had hard-wired to the ethernet. She asked for it to be set up on a table in the big front bay window where she loved to sit and gaze at Kensington Park. Diamond had hers on a low table in front of the couch. “What are you so keen to look up, Olympia?” she asked.
“Davos.” came the reply. “Oh? Frank’s going there, coincidentally!” said Diamond.
“How appropriate that Davos is Europe’s ‘highest’ town.” muttered Olympia, gazing at the images she found online.
“2020 saw the launch of a new 'Davos Manifesto' with the single objective of building a more sustainable, inclusive world.” Read Olympia from a report online:
“The forum held three years ago was the most sustainable annual summit held to date. It received IS0 20121 certification for sustainable events and will be totally carbon neutral. This accomplishment was possible thanks to policies aimed at using locally-sourced food suppliers, introducing alternative sources of protein to reduce meat consumption, sourcing 100% renewable electricity, reducing or eliminating the use of materials that cannot be recycled or easily re-used, and increasing the availability of electric vehicles.”
Olympia was overwhelmed with the size of the World Economic Forum’s website. They appeared to be over-documenting, over-hyping, and overdoing absolutely everything. There were literally thousands of pages, videos and links built into a labyrinthian wheels within wheels software. Olympia was reminded of an old friend who, during their student years, had made a living selling cocaine on campus. She had wrapped her stash in supermarket carrier bags, buried in a huge mound of similar bags to deter robbers or police from discovering them. The WEF website was hiding something in a very similar way. Olympia was sure about that.
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