"THREE RENDEZ-VOUS WITH THE MEN OF POWER"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
"this is not a speculative philosophy
this is not a twisted thought
this is the empirical reality
be my guest, have a look around
and see for yourself"
(I.S Jr.)
First Rendez-Vous; FREE INFORMATION.
He confronted each of the members of the state by staring into
their eyes one by one. They did not look away, but he could
tell that they were quite annoyed by his presence in the sterile
and cold room. Their black suits looked like monoliths made of
stone against the white walls.
I want free information, he said. I want it all. I want to
know what you do with my life. I want to know what you know.
The men in the black suits looked at each other with neutral
faces, some of them tapped their fingers against the circular
table. He stood by the door staring at them and they stared
back. His eyes were filled with hate, they just seemed to be
bored.
It lies in the word Information that it should be free, he
said.
Naturally, they answered. But all information cannot be free.
We cannot reveal our secrets for you. You are a simple citizen.
We are the power.
He raised a finger.
No, the people are the power.
We are the power, they repeated.
He sighed. He knew that it would be like this. Talking to
the state implicated something like speaking to a wall.
Revolution.
What did you say? they asked him.
This time he smelled fear in the air.
I said Revolution. The people have the power, we can always
crush you in a bloody revolution. I guess you are aware of that
my humble friends.
Something happened. The state tried to remain calm.
What do you want from us? they asked.
He felt glad. He had succeed - the magic word Revolution had
helped him. It was time to demand things for real.
I want.
Pause. Silence.
I want - free information.
You want free information? I want to know it all?
He was in control now. They had to listen to him and do as he
told them to. But he had to be careful, one mistake could be
fatal.
Yes. I want to know everything. I want all your papers, all
your files and all your secrets.
Right.
This was too easy.
You can have it all tomorrow.
Fine!
He marched out of the room like a winner. He was a winner.
The state would give him the free information. He just had to
wait.
The next day, seven bombers swept past his house. He cursed
himself for being so stupid. They were going to kill him. But
then he saw the free information. It rained over him. Seven
air planes, enormous and made of cold steel, opened their bomb
doors and released several tonnes of papers, files and secrets.
The massive information flow fell over him and crushed his house
and himself. Top secret papers blew away in the breeze and
danced over his lawn. His dead face smiled when the bombers
disappeared beyond the horizon.
He had won the victory over the State.
Second Rendez-Vous; WHAT IS THE PRICE OF LIFE?
What is the price of life? he asked the State.
No answer. The people in the black suits just yawned as a
response to the question.
Let me tell you something I seriously doubt that you know.
One man interrupted him.
We know the price of life, the man said. The price is life is
judged against how many lives that can be saved. If we kill one
man to save ten, we have not done anything wrong.
Wrong!
The man smiled.
What is wrong with that? Pure utilitarianism, nothing wrong
with that.
He felt the anger boil inside him. His head would explode any
second if he did not calm down.
You cannot put a tag on a human life! he yelled.
Yes, we can. We do it all the time.
He took a deep breath. The chill air filled his lungs and
left him in a peaceful state. He was ready to continue the
discussion in a suitable manner.
I know you do it all the time.
Good.
But many people do not know this.
Of course.
Do you know what would happen if everybody in this country
knew that you just kill for money and for the sake of saving
your own position as the power?
No answer. The men looked down, fearing the unknown.
You would lose your power.
No answer.
You would disappear.
No answer.
Do you know what I am going to do now?
No answer. But their scared faces revealed that they knew
what he was going to do next.
I am going to go out and tell the world about our little
conversation. People will listen to me. They will be aware of
your 'pure utilitarianism'. This has been a nice talk. Bye.
He stepped out of the room and out on the street.
Life is not something you can buy or sell, he thought. Life
is not cheap. It is a gift which is not given to you by the
state. Life is expensive.
But life was cheap. It only took one single bullet from a
sniper's rifle to end his life. The State raised the money.
Pure utilitarianism - one man for the men in power.
The Last Rendez-Vous; THE MAN IN POWER.
There was one empty chair. Without a word, she walked to it
and sat down. His move was rather arrogant. No one sat by the
circular table expect for the men in power. The room, the
chairs and the table was reserved for the State and no one else.
I feel good sitting here, she said and smiled.
The men in the black suits mumbled something to each other.
I feel good, because I know this is my place. We have a
democracy in this country, she said. The people are the power.
I am one of the people. I have the power, hence I can sit here.
We have the power, a man said and stared at him with angry
eyes. You do not have the power. You should not be here.
We have a rendez-vous, remember? I am here to talk to you
people.
But you should not sit down on a chair that belongs to
someone else.
Watch me.
She placed her feet on the circular table.
I can do whatever I feel for. I am a free human. You are just
people, people, people. Just like me! You are no Gods!
The men burst out laughing.
I have seen you kill two men today. You can kill me if you
want to. I do not care. You can put me in jail, torture me -
but I will never lose my freedom.
The men just laughed and slapped their knees.
What are you laughing about? I am right, and you know it!
We are not Gods, a giggling man answered.
You see!
But you are sitting on his chair.
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