Life in Communism 2.1.
In the sign of the Peace Dove?
Gasping for Air
The Peace Movement in the Revolution
By Carla O’Gallchobhair
© Carla O’Gallchobhair, 2026. To Maman, Cathal, Tanya, Evgeni, Maksim, Zhenya, Misha, Yvonne, Odile, Zamir, and Jean-Michel, Vicky, Nora, and Vitya, and all other militants for peace, environment, and communism
“Today we’re dumping 70 million tons of global-warming pollution into the environment, and tomorrow we will dump more, and there is no effective worldwide response. Until we start sharply reducing global-warming pollution, I will feel that I have failed.”
Al Gore, pre-revolutionary U.S. environmentalist politician
“You say you love your children above all else, and yet you are stealing their future in front of their very eyes.”
Greta Thunberg, Fridays for the Future
“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”
John F. Kennedy, U.S. left-wing politician murdered by the fascos
“War is when the government tells you who the bad guy is.”
Benjamin Franklin, North American founding father
“If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it progress.”
Victor Hugo, French left-leaning writer
“We need glasnost’ (read: revolution and discussion) like the air for breathing.”
Mikhail S. Gorbachev, Russian Communist politician
Table of Contents:
Preface in Saint-Denis and Illyria. Gasping for Air
Chapter 1. Day One. Get Oxygen Tanks!
Chapter 2. Day Two. Help the other Harpists!
Chapter 3. Day Three. Capitalist Restauration 2.1
Chapter 4. Day Four. The War begins with bombing the Air Storage Containers
Chapter 5. Day Five. Peace requires Revolution
Chapter 6. Day Six. Urgent Announcement – Air is now Rationed
Chapter 7. Day Seven. The Works work
Chapter 8. Day Eight. Liberating the Pals
Chapter 9. Day Nine. Permanent Revolution
Postscript in Illyria and Saint-Denis. Give Peace a Chance!
Preface in Saint-Denis and Illyria. Gasping for Air
Autumn and winter of Year 20-21 of the Revolution, 2021 – Year of the world revolution being Year Zero
Stuck on the Normandie coast, by Emmanuel and Laurence
“We think there are about 34000 people potentially with the counter-revolution, one in every 2000,” Jérôme, revolutionary security expert reported the latest figures to the Illyrians assembled at the youth club and intraline.
“But that’s a small army!” scowled his father, Denis, proud hawk, who had been policeman before the revolution. “How come the revolution keeps so many enemies?”
“Not to worry, not all of them are of fighting age and strength, and not all of them would have signed up. These 34000 are just the latent fasco sympathisers,” explained Michel, Jérôme’s buddy.
“Still, that’s quite a few people. And they managed to spread Mavoc – their infamous cocktail of the latest, potentially lethal strand of the GMO Moral Atrophy Virus augmented by toxic volatile organic compounds – basically toxic metals, toxic carbonyls, toxic ozone, and toxic biomass –, all over the French lands. Pappberger and Co. must have supplied enough drones and even a few airplanes. What will they do next?”
“We must find them, but we should not wait until we arrest them, but try to get rid of the contamination. How would we do that, esteemed comrades chemists, Jean and Maher, comrades doctors René and Maurice, comrades physicists and robot engineers, Robespierre, Sylvain, Jean-Wadi, Josip, Jean-Saïd, and Lénina, and comrades ecologists, Jean-Fidel, Che, Francine, and Abram?”
Some of Illyria’s experts on the fasco’s latest bio-chemical warfare attempt, by Lénina and Jean-Fidel, from left upper centre, comrades Laurence, Jean-Saïd, Josip, Lénina, Jean-Fidel, Jean-Wadi, Sylvain, Robespierre, Maurice, René, Assad, Kaltouma, Maher, Jean, Che, Francine, and Abram
“We need lots of olive leaves for the natural remedy Markus Nah recommended and prepare a stock of medicine,” said Jean. Markus Nah was a repentant underground bio-tech capitalist, who had been abducted by the non-repentant gangs Hacking Hexagon and New French Pentagon to do their bidding. “He said they are best collected at sunset in the early evening.”
“We, meaning Karla and I, need lots of air samples. See how their VOC cocktail diffuses,” replied Maher.
“Also how it affects people,” added Maurice.
“And animals,” added Kaltouma.
“And plants,” supplemented Francine. “After all, we live in harp – human, animal, robot, plant – communities now.”
“Especially trees. Remember, we want to live back in the forest as young comrade Danièle outlined,” concluded Abram, forest-keeper.
“We can develop counter-agent for the VOCs – volatile organic components –, as well. But for that, we need sufficiently large samples of their stuff, in as pure a condition as possible. Which are hard to get since we don’t know where their labs are!” explained Assad.
“Do we know whether their mix contains nanobots carrying computer viruses as well?” asked Josip. “Because then we, meaning Rosa and I need to look at them in order to develop antiviruses.”
“We need to find out how their pollution affects the intranet,” added Jean-Wadi. Comrade Sylvain immediately addressed the comrades still on holiday in Normandie. “Comrades, can you hear us, can you see us?”
“We can see you and hear you, but very faintly,” answered Laurence. “We are having a huge storm here. The windows almost broke. And we are already having difficulties breathing. We think we best come home anyway, but the trains have stopped running.”
“Just try to beam over, once the storm subsides a bit!” said Jean-Saïd, just back from Palestine himself. “Keep us posted!”
“We need the wind to blow it away,” said Che. “Rain might help as well! So will sunshine and warmth, but unfortunately, we are in autumn already. Comrades physicists, if all else fails, would you be up for some harmless weather manipulation?”
“We need local production of portable oxygen tanks very fast, anyway, in case we don’t manage to get rid of it fast enough,” said René. “Aini, market stall attendant, and Louise, share point holder, as well as the economic planners, Philippe, Pascal, Hisham, and Rim might start to message around for material.”
“Consider it done!” said Philippe.
“Also for olive leaves,” pleaded Jean. “Those from the French Midi might not even be enough. We might need to go back to Palestine as revolutionary barter correspondents.”
“But then, it seems to a world-wide coup attempt,” supplemented his son Jean-Fidel , expert on the Amazone. “They will need their own olive leaves.”
“We need to find all of their labs, also in the German lands, so they can’t keep producing it,” comrade Lénina summed up. “And make sure everybody stays healthy, safe and sound, and has got everything they need. A planning task worthy of a genius like you, young comrade Jean-Luc.”
“I will learn from this,” Jean-Luc grinned. “I’ll use your planning app, comrade Lénina, and I’ll come in next with bells on.”
Chapter 1. Day One. Get Oxygen Tanks!
Get more samples, by Maher and Karla
“You see, the reason why Maher and I keep harping on about samples is that we need to be sure of what exactly is in the mix to determine what the effects might be,” explained Josip. “For instance, if they do have the digital versions of the MA virus in it as well, all robots and other electronic devices in the harp might get sick and the intranet could malfunction.” The harp was the community of humans, animals, robots, and plants that inIn the new communist, pre-anarchical stage of our revolution constituted, the mixed brigades, neighbourhood, village, and workplace assemblies. had to include roughly equal members of all harpists – humans, animals, robots, and other devices, and plants. The intranet, which had superseded the internet, was the low frequency way of communication via neural or brain waves, up to a 100 Hz maximum for the most high-pitched gamma waves instead of 5 gigabytes for the pre-revolutionary internet. Moreover, there was no need for broadband cables and wifi towers any longer. Trees, birds, and all other plants and animals, including humans, as well as a variety of intranet-capable materials, for instance, water, could serve as natural bio-wifi towers and cables. Last but not least, the intranet enabled communication not only between humans and their robots and other devices, but between humans, their devices, animals and plants as well.
“D’accord,” said Jean, who was taking notes. “Get samples is the first priority then. What’s next? Launch oxygen tank production, be they makeshift. Comrade Anton, as our top recycling expert, we’d need some metal – pipes, plates, as well as wires –, plastic, tubes as well, what else?”
“We can programme Robby I and a few other humanoids to design and assemble them, no problem!” said Robespierre.
“Can you finish the first batch by tomorrow?” asked Alain, himself an energy engineer, working at Illyria’s block energy works as well as at the remainders of the central electricity grid still in existence for emergencies. As a rule, neighbourhoods were being supplied from local small block energy works, consisting of an appropriate number of solar panels, a small windmill, no larger than the highest tree top, a water turbine where a suitable water flow was available, and a well-insulated and -filtered rubbish incinerator for the non-recyclables. “I will help you, but don’t you get the queasy feeling that something is in the air?”
“Help the other harpists,” said Laurence’s dad Dominique, still from Deauville. “Remember my daughter’s thesis. Can you tell them again, sweetheart.”
“Oh, yes. The revolution must be red – based on social justice, equal voice, no-hierarchy, self-management, and so on –, green – based on the equality of all four harpists –, and peaceful – no war or violent conflict anywhere, not in Ukraine, not in the North American ghettos, and not in Palestine.”
The need for a red-green revolutionary thrust and for peace, by Laurence
“I painted a picture to illustrate it, but it also illustrates our problem here. We can’t get out. Apart from papa, comrade Aurélie, Emmanuel and me, not counting E-Dom and or Caro in my belly, that’s comrades Marius and Jean-Luc, and their parents and grandparents, comrades Anton, Monique, and Lucille and Jana, Marie, and senior comrade Luc, twelve persons. Remember, comrades Jana and Anton are from the original Illyria, now called Bosnia. I did not make a mistake spelling their names the way I did. We couldn’t get seats on the last train, and now they are suspending them, because there might be a danger of incurring severe congestion if not suffocation when travelling long distance in the next few days, it said on bio-radio. I noticed the speakers were optimistic, sure that the revolution would cope with this challenge as it has with so many before. Still, the question remains. How are we going to get home?”
The Normandie Holidayers about to beam home, by Laurence and Emmanuel, from top left to bottom right, senior comrades Luc, Marie, and Jana, comrades Dominique, Aurélie, Jean-Luc, Marius, Anton, Monique, Emmanuel, Laurence, and senior comrade Lucille, by Emmanuel and Laurence
“Are you all assembled with your luggage with you?” asked Jean-Saïd.
“Almost,” said comrade Marie, Monique’s mother and an excellent organiser. “We are still helping comrade Jana put on her earrings and comrade Luc get used to the oxygen tanks. We managed to organise 12 oxygen tanks. They are revolutionary village assembly standard, as safe as they can be – normal, non-polluted air with a somewhat greater concentration of oxygen as you would get in a forest, and you can regulate the influx of recyclable air. Look at us now. We are all assembled and ready.”
“By the way,” said Anton. “Not to burst our bubble. Let’s keep some new material for the air filters as well.”
Normandy landing, Year 20-21 of the revolution, by Zamir and Odile
Only three hours later, the travel party landed, exhausted, in Illyria’s main yard. They were bedded down together at the youth club, to facilitate René’s examining them, but also to enable them to tell their story with all Illyrians listening, either live at the youth club or intraline.
“Well, did you have a good time before the Mavoc at least?” comrade Danièle asked her former enemies, lately best friends, Marius and Jean-Luc, after they had hugged and kissed profusely. “Yeah, we even went to the casino museum,” Jean-Luc replied. “It is now a branch of the Museum of Capitalist Atrocities, but it is particularly interactive even for a revolutionary museum. You can even venture a game, not with money as stakes of course, and what was even more interesting for me as an accountant, you can sit in the backroom and follow the proceedings in the main game rooms on monitors as they did back then. Whenever money changes hands, a note at the bottom right of the screen shows the amount, so that the casino knows its score. There were even buttons you could push to influence the outcome of a game, for instance, the speed at which a wheel turned and a ball rolled, and you could withdraw certain cards from the game. These casino owners were really thieves on the level of policemen and secret services under capitalism. They knew everything and were all-powerful. They could set people up and cost them a fortune, no problem.”
Then Laurence took over the story. “We made a mistake maybe. We went to the station one last time to see whether there really weren’t any trains, we knew beaming would quite dangerous because of wind and rising Mavoc levels, and that way we lost precious time. So, by the time we got ready to beam, the wind was blowing even more forcefully, and moreover, it was getting dark. We could hardly see each other even before we started to disintegrate. Disassembling did not cause any problems, except for maybe a sore feeling that I usually don’t get before travelling, but then I am pregnant.” And at that point, Laurence sneezed loudly several times and touched her head. HerHer so-to-say mother-in-law, Aurélie, who was feeling a lot better already, jumped up immediately, but Emmanuel, herLaurence’s boy-friend, was even faster and organised her an extra blanket.
“We reached Point Zero, where the body is totally disassembled into its molecules, no problem,” comrade Marius took over the account. “By that time, the sore feeling had subsided. We others had it as well, by the way, no need to worry, princess, but. Yet then, as we re-assembled, the wind was battering us, and first our molecules and then our whole limbs had a lot of trouble assembling. Didreassembling. Did you experience it the same way, comrades?” “We certainly did,” said comrade Jana. “Although I put it down to old age and overweight. And did you also get that strange feeling in the mouth as if tasting metal?”
“Yes, and something prickly, as if from a carbonised drink,” added Anton.
“Not only that,” said Luc. “I also tasted something a bit sandy, and then some sludge, as if from rotten vegetable or poo. The bad biomass levels in the air must be horrendous.”
“Part of it may be synthetic,” said Laurence’s father Dominique, who as a true green had trouble admitting that something natural might taste bad. “Remember, the Hacking Hexagon-New French Pentagon experimented with that in Palestine. By the way, where is Markus Nah? He could tell us about it?”
“Still feeling a bit sick, he is lying in the Yoga Room,” reported Ronggang. “That way, Jérôme and I as security can keep the tabs on him, but he will be able to testify soon.”
As he was saying this, Maher and Karla were making the round of the sofas and camp beds the Normandy travellers were lying on, picking with tiny pincers with a tube attached at them and their clothes, which they were either still wearing or had dropped next to their bedsteads.
“That’s for preliminary samples,” said Maher as everybody looked at them puzzled. “Papa’s idea!” and he pointed at Jean. “Excuse us, we shall now run to the robot lab slash air tank workshop and examine these. We shall bring you the results today before you bed down, we promise. We may have to reexamine them at Lycée Jean Moulin and in a university lab, at Institut Pasteur maybe, but we’ll have an idea.”
“And then,” Laurence continued the story. “All of a sudden, just as we were coming lower already and ready to land, there were several gusts of heavy wind that almost blew us to Aimeran if not Versailles. Remember, when we bio-messaged to you, Jean-Saïd, asking how to change direction on a beam?”
“Yes, and I told you to simply turn your body as you would if you were on your two feet, but we, meaning all of us here at Illyria and also at Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove also sent out some welcome beams to pull you towards us. Did you feel them?”
“Definitely,” said Monique. “It felt like a warm and friendly ray of light coupled with a whiff of pure air amongst all the nasty wind and ugly smog.”
“Yet they must work like the brown beams the fascos use to deflect people, don’t they?” asked Markus Nah intraline from his sickbed on the second floor of the old farmhouse. HeThe fascos had been abducted him with the aid of these brown beams twice, once in the French lands and once in Palestine.
“Yes, but ours are the friendly, yellow version thereof,” said Jean-Saïd. “Designed by the Jerusalem Tech Racah Institute transport beam brigade that I am member of – mixed Jewish-Palestinian by the way, and thoroughly LBGTHQIA. Soon we shall admit our first animals as well, we are thinking of peace doves, vultures, hyenas, gazellas, camels, and one or two small dinos. Then we shall be two brigades obviously. We used our deflecting beams once or twice already to free you from captivity, remember, but they always managed to get you back. Soon, we shall have perfected our beams, so they will be interference-proof, I promise.”
“So, when up in the sky, can you see the dirt?” asked Alain. “That is important, because we are working on some method to drive it away. How bad is it?”
“You can see it only when disassembling in the beginning and reassembling at the end,” clarified Laurence.
“Oh, it is terrible,” said Marie. “Very thick, brown, black, and grey smog, and the smell of rotten eggs about it.”
“That means we’d really need quite some wind to get rid of it,” Pierre le Gars, Peter Gar, as he was known in English, pondered the issue as well. “And it was coming towards Illyria, right, you were riding with the wave, weren’t you? So, we might not even have seen the brunt of it.”
Suddenly, there was a screeching of tires on the lawn before the windows of the youth club.
“That would not be the big air tanks yet,” Robespierre yelledshouted and ran to the door. “But it might be the material for the small ones. Please, comrades, come out and help us carry it in, whoever is up for it.”
Arrival of the olive branches, by Faroukh and Sarah
A few seconds later, he came back disappointed. “No, that is just an ambulance for you, comrades Maurice and René. They say they are bringing us the olive leaves, whatever they had in liquid form, and two dozen big packages of leaves. Mind you, we might still need help carrying those.”
They all went outside, even the women and girls, and within half an hour they had distributed and stored a whole ambulance full of medication. Each household got two small cases full of flasks with liquid medicine, and one big package of dry leaves ready to be minced and pressed when the need arose. The youth club, the robot lab, and the stables kept extra supplies, the latter also to treat the animals.
***
By the morning, Laurence, Monique, Lucille, and Emmanuel were already sick with MA or Mavoc, as we now called it to attract attention to the complications added by toxic VOCs, namely, still according to Revolupedia, ‘sore eyes, sneezing, runny nose, sore throat and cough, skin rashes, compounded in the second stage by headaches, congestion, hearing loss, fatigue, dizziness, loss of coordination, and nausea.”
“You have to be really calm, no excitement please,” comrade Maurice told Laurence and Emmanuel, who were now lying in the guest room at comrade Camille’s and Nicole’s apartment above the clothes’ shop, “take your olive leave medicine and eat well, because in really severe cases, it may cause terminal stomach, kidney, liver, and heart disease.”
“Meaning we can croak from it,” groaned Emmanuel. “What a heart-warming prospect. Poisoned by a bunch of fascos!”
“Look, it need not be,” said Maurice. “I survived oligarch Roger Sabiani’s dirty omnibus childhood disease immunisation vaccine in year 2020, with comrade René’s help by the way as well, so you will too. I am just doing a few extra checks on Laurence now because of the baby.”
Now Aurélie, Emmanuel’s mother, and Dominique, Laurence’s dad, entered to sit with them. They were gasping for air and coughing as they entered. “I just overheard as we were passing through the yard that the material for the portable oxygen tanks and the ten big oxygen tanks we ordered shall arrive soon, and it’s high time. The air is more than dodgy already. There will be one big tank for each floor in each of the four main buildings at Illyria as well as one extra for the robot slash oxygen tank lab. TheyWe have already started to produce them, believe it or not, with scrap metal and plastic we still had available at the robot lab already or in our recycling bins ready to be picked up and air filters we usedwere using for the robot production. Robots are very sensitive to dust, as you know. Léon and Robespierre have fast-designed a simplified POT, in other words, portable oxygen tank. Anton, recycling wizard that he is, and the robot and computer engineers have programmed several of our robots, the whole Robby series, I-XII apparently, as well as several assembling arms and 3 D printers to get the material cut and to assemble the tanks.”
“Pay attention to your intraline,” said Maurice. “You should get bio-videos and pictures of the prototypes by my sonny Bouna and his buddy Akila as well as Robespierre’s explanation thereof in a minute. My buddy, comrade Lulu, Bouna’s maman, and Akila’s parents Jean-Vladimir and Adilah are helping the kids, but excuse the wobbliness, they are still small, and they are experiencing quite some trauma.
“Ah, now a whole bunch of transporters has arrived,” said Annie, Robespierre’s mother, who worked at Logistique Yvelines as a dispatcher. “Almost the whole fleet of self-managed Logistique Yvelines. There isare five with two big oxygen tanks each, and five more with the materials for the POTs.Pots. And there are two more turning into the field road to the garden colony. May I have one of the oxygen concentratorstanks so I can go down to talk to comrade Fabien, brigadier of the day?”
“Yeah, we are installing three more tanks, ” explained Fabien. “One by Huguette’s and Arthur’s house, one by the Manouche camp, and one in between the houses of Raphaelmy papa, Raphael’s, ex-homeless’, my sister’ssister Sabrine’s and Cathérine’s and my families and that of the four Cambodian Shaolin monks and martial artists, Dan, Ayak, In, and Vit. There will be a branch tankPot workshop in their place as well, to make sure we have enough. Maybe Aini and Louise will even be able to take some to the market if the situation continues…”
“Sorry, comrade Fabien, to stifle your enthusiasm, but you have only half an idea of how bad the situation really is in other places,” said Jean-Wadi. “I don’t know, maybe the forest which is already growing back strong around Illyria is protecting us, but our air quality – we are exchanging air quality indexes intraline all over the région parisienne –, is still three times better than that in Aimeran and Guémeron, the small villages closest to us, twelve times larger than in Versailles and Chartres, even though these agglos have been dispersing for quite a while already, and a whooping twenty times better than in Saint-Denis, thirty times than in Central Paris. They are really almost suffocating in there at this point.”
“Don’t cry, comrade Fabien,” said comrade Aini. “This Mavoc also works on your nerves, I have read somewhere intraline. You couldn’t know that. Anyway, the upshot is that all three villages now constituting the small agglo of Aimeran, Aimeran Nord, SudCentre, Ouest, Ouest, and Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp have now suspended all market and share point activity until further notice. Supplies are supposed to last a week at least. Whoever needs something gets it delivered.”
“Luckily, trucks are all electrical these days and Logistique Yvelines has its own block energy works,” said Alain. “So, hopefully, they can keep working.”
“What about the intranet?” asked Peter Gar. “I don’t know about all of you, but I seem to hear you more faintly already.”
“That can be a case of Mavoc,” said René. “You are staying in the garden colony, aren’t you? Either Maurice or I myself will be over as soon as possible.”
“In principle,” explained Josip. “Air quality does not affect the intranet at all and vice-versa since the intranet works with low frequency brain or neural waves subliminal delta waves of 0.3-4 Hz, low-key theta waves of 4-8Hz, bio-message and bio-call conference alpha waves of 8-13 Hz, bio-radio and-TV beta waves of 13-30 Hz, and high-alert gamma waves of 30-100 Hz, where even gamma waves reach 100 Hz at most, a 50 millionth of old-fashioned internet and wifi waves. Like all matter, these waves are also composed of tiny elementary particles, so they have some biomass. However, this mass is totally natural and benign, just as smelling biomass in general has been compared to smelling tree sap in the forest, it is an absolute healthy and in fact orgasmating feeling.”
“What if the crap they are spraying disturbs these particles?” insisted Peter Gar warily.
Robespierre sighed. “Tell you what, comrade Josip, we know Pierre le Gars from way back when we were investigating historical instances of Covet-like pandemics like the plague, Yellow Fever, Ebola, and so on, from Aids to Zika basically, and whether they might have been orchestrated by capitalists or at least due to capitalism’s inherent faults. He has an uncanny flair for the truth.”
“D’accord, then it is good that Rosa and I got home for early winter Christmas holidays, because the equipment at Timbuktu Tech is still not as good as around here. Even if the Sahel is regreening already, don’t worry. There are just not enough robots and other devices in the harp to make sure all the measurements are recorded precisely. We’ll get in touch with comrades world-wide, comrades Omsinbaba’s, Seth’s, and Noah’s villages in Senegal, Niger, and Mali, the Desmond Tutu, Nelson Mandela, and Muammar Gaddafi cooperatives in Djibouti, Chad, and Mbombela, South Africa respectively, Mamadou’s village in the Congo, the Recycling Hounds at the Lenin kolkhoz and in Novgornyi at Pionerskii, comrade Temujin’s village in Mongolia, the Almond Tree Brigade in Beijing, the Gandhi 2.1 cooperative with its branches in Kolkata and Mumbai, the triangle of cooperatives – Red Palestine, State of the Reconciliation, and Palestinian Reconciliation in Palestine, the Twin Farm Cooperative at the Little Bighorn Mountains in North America, Pueblo del Desierto in Mexico, Cumbrecita and Medio de la Pampa in Argentina, and Joia da Floresta, native village of comrade Josetta who is working tirelessly at building treehouses here in Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp as well by the way. And we might check at even more comrades, find out how their air quality index and intranet quality are evolving in relation to one another and then get back to you.”
Chapter 2. Day Two. Help the other Harpists!
Harp assembly in the middle of Mavoc, by Julie and Zelim Philippe, starting at centre left and going clockwise, comrades René, Karima, Assad, Kaltouma, Murielle, Melanie, and Maurice
“Early in the morning of Day Two of the crisis, the medical brigade, now consisting not only of Maurice and René, but also of Assad, Kaltouma, Karima, Murielle and Melanie whom they had trained in, gave their initial briefing. “As soon as you discover the slightest signs of a cold or just a general feeling of unwellness, call us. At this stage, we must assume that we are all infected with the virus plus suffering from the bad air quality, so there is no need to fear that you will be branded a hypochondriac. You will immediately receive your first dosisdose of olive leave extract. Don’t be afraid, we have removed all excessively sharp taste, and you can also take some other natural remedies to help with particular aspects, such as cold, congestion, as well as stomach and other digestive disorders. You must eat and drink regularly even if you lack appetite. Remember, the basic ingredient of Mavoc is the Moral Atrophy virus. The Nazis are trying to make you depressed and hungry to then be able to wind you up against your fellow harpists. That way they hope to deflect our attention from them so that they may dare their restorationist coups world-wide, including even here in France. We do not think that they will succeed, but you never know. Maybe we are being excessively optimistic.
“Each floor of our houses is fitted with an oxygen tank, to be precise, it contains not pure oxygen, but filtered air which an oxygen concentrator-deconcentrator can be adjustedadjust to different levels of oxygen according to the level of pollution we experience. Before you change the settings, please call a plenary meeting of all Illyrians. We must make sure that we all remain in more or less the same ambience, otherwise, our mutual understanding may suffer, and again, remember, they are trying to get us with a Moral Atrophy virus.
“When you leave one of the houses, make sure to wear a potPOT, a portable oxygen tank, of which Robespierre and his brigade shall soon issue one to each of you. They work like the big tanks. They try to compensate for the badness of the air with fresh air and especially oxygen. They cannot replace it entirely. Then you would be like a person in an emergency ward, unable to move, and very likely to incur lung and kidney disease soonsooner rather than later. Therefore, you should also refrain from wearing the Potsyour Pot constantly. As long as you are inside, the big tanks should be enough to keep you happy and going.
What an unhappy Illyrian Recycling Hound and cat, by Zelim-Philippe and Julie
The same holds for our pets, cats, dogs, and so on, although I think none of us keeps birds or hamsters, since we do not believe in imprisoning fellow harpists without a reason. Keep them close, and for the time of this emergency, prevent them from running around outside. Our experiences with fitting pets with Pots are mixed. Unless they are very tame and docile, they tend to suffer excessively from them, and in that case, we should hasten to liberate them.
Rotating the cattle’s position, by Che, Georgette, and Salvador
As for the cattle, the two big air tanks positioned at either side of the stables will hopefully ensure good air for everybody. They will also supply Denis and Laure, Jean-Saïd Natalie, and baby Lina, Boris and Karima, Jean-Wadi, Zafira and baby Sandrine, as well as Rashida, Seth, baby Tahir and their pets, no problem. It might be necessary to rotate the position of the cattle in the stable from the inside to the periphery so that each individual gets the same level of good air on average during each day.
For the time of the emergency, the chicken may have to stay in the big stable and not in their small coops and separate yards on the North and South sides of the stable. Some chicks may hatch. Then, and even when the hens just lay eggs, one of us must be with them and comfort them.
Our twelve cows, ten sheep, and ten goats must be milked and adequately fed. They can’t graze as they might get sick, so they will have to do with hay we have stocked for the winter and some sileage. We might run into problems because of that later in the winter. Blame the fascos, not our cattle! Make sure they eat their fill, but don’t stuff them! They are locked up and they sense our tension as well. As fellow harpists we must at all times practice solidarity with each other!
“We have got some rabbits, eight I think.”
“Six,” said Francine. “We gave two to the new neighbours, remember?”
“No good keeping them in their cages in the stables, there is hardly any space, they will go nuts. We tried to move their cages into the robot lab, but there is a lot of noise because of the air tank production, and they got even nuttier. Ever seen rabbits chasing each other’s tails in a small cage? The cage will explode.”
“Try the youth club!” suggested Georgette.
“But Che, Salvador, and you are staying there!”
“No need for us to take airs, they are our fellow harpists!”
“What if the dogs and cats get them?”
“We thought we were going to keep them close. If that is not possible, I am sure comrade Mina, comrade Jean’s other partner, will take Rodrigo, our dog, and comrade Marie our cat, I am sure.”
“Of course!” said Zamir. “Odile and I love Rodrigo.”
“You mean Katsy?” asked Marie. “She spends half her time at our place anyway. She is all but married to Bo, kittens to follow. I hope she doesn’t get pregnant in this mess.”
“Comrades, Georgette, Che and Salvador, you may be saving our bunnies’ lives,” Che’s father, comrade Patrick, one of the editors of l’Humanité, said pompously. “Get ready to host an exclusive reportage.”
Keep wild friends close, by Malik and Mao, with help from Little Aisha
“We are also letting some birds in, is that o.k.?” asked Michelle. “You see it just pains me to see them flapping their wings in distress in front of our window, it remains me my ordeal when some racists refused me my Ph.D., because I was black, so we just let them sit with us for a while and recover until the air quality has improved. Look, Malik, Mao, and Aisha painted a picture of one.”
“No problem, birds are relatively small, but what about the dinos? We have a sample of dinos native of the French lands as well as a brigade of African dinos visiting,” asked Julie.
“A whole fourteen of these monsters?” asked comrade Danièle who hated dinos and other large animals. ‘That is what made me become a plant lives matter advocate,’ she had admitted to comrade Olivier once. ‘I find big animals too clumsy, even aggressive at times, don’t you?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know, I like pregnant cows,’ the young comrades rumoured he had answered, a hilarious joke as a matter of fact ever since Danièle had been pregnant with baby Flore.
Even though she had lost her weight again, she immediately realised that she had misspoken and said. “I love monsters by the way as I adore pumpkins.” It was around Halloween.
“No, only ten or twelve, I am not sure,” Jean-Wadi lied gently. “But they are useful as facilitators of the intranet. Not only the big ones as natural bio-wifi towers, but also the small ones as interpreters. Most contemporary animals remember several thousand years of mankind abusing them, whereas the dinos remember us as harmless bands of big apes. So, they voluntarily recall us our native ability to converse in nature-speak and nature language.”
“Dinos also help with deconstruction-reconstruction,” supplemented Cédric. “For instance, with the dance of the dinosaurs and even with fitting parts.”
“They can scare away Nazis,” ventured 5-year-old Jean-Michel.
“And they help fertilise the ground, especially for the march of the trees,” said Josip. “We just observed it again in Mali.”
Illyria’s two dinosaur brigades, by Jean-Wadi and Zafira, from top left to bottom right, dinostwo Megapnos and Spino helping in deconstruction-reconstruction, Cetio, Karchar, Lurdu, and Hypselo with the intranet and with translation,, Afrovenator, Rhabdodon, Loricato, Poekilo and Pleuron and Compso with fertilisation, and with scaring and blocking Nazis
“Plus, they will help us research the time tunnel, which will soon allow us to travel easily not only into the past but also into the future,” said Jean-Saïd. “In Palestine we intercepted a conversation where Ross McInnes’ five German fasco stooges, Fritz le Merc Jr., Thorben Kriegsbeil, Klaus Thyssen, Jens Krupp, and Knut Reiche claimed they might configure a time tunnel so that they could grab us and send us either into the past or the future as they pleased. Kind of like they do in space when they deflect the transport beam. We must develop defences against that. Right now our time tunnels only work with the willpower of the concerned individual. Yet in order to save harpists they may have hijacked, we must be able to help them get into and out of time tunnels from our end.”
“Mon Dieu!” said comrade Annie. “What vicious ideas these fascos develop.”
“What if they start to hunt deer again?” Camille seconded her. “My father in law, the old Huntziger, and my husband, his son, did that all the time.”
“Large deer as well as small forest dwellers such as squirrels, hares, and so on are especially at risk from Mavoc,” Abram, the forest keeper, took over here. “Not only can they get sick from the virus, but the plants around them will, which not only causes leaves to wilt and fall but even the sturdy needles of the conifers. Thus deer and small forest dwellers are at this point exposed even beyond the usual seasonal state. What can we do?
“As for the animals, there are several deer shelters around Illyria. We can bio-message deer to go there and wait for us forest-keepers to come by with hay and possibly get a vet if they have gotten sick. We have helped several sick roes and stags this way already. As for the small forest-dwellers, they must dig in.”
“What about the predators? Won’t they catch them at the shelter?”
“Of course, there is a risk as long as the predators remain healthy. As I said, the deer and small forest dwellers are very exposed at the moment, even more so than they normally would be in this season. Obviously, if a healthy wolf or fox sees a deer it will go for it. Yet, fortunately, the predators tend to get sick with MA as well. And when they then see the roof of the shelter with maybe even a small fence around it, they will suspect humans there and back off.
“In fact, they may even seek the help of humans themselves,” continued Abram. “Today when I went to my hut to look whether we still had some spare metal and other material there we could use for the Pots, I found a sick fox on my door step, and a wolf was standing at the forest edge howling in pain.”
“What did you do?”
“I called a vet. He took both of them to his clinic.”
“What if they get well and attack him?”
Abram laughed. “Don’t get morbid! Usually, an animal you nurse back to health, and be it the worst predator, will never forget you and may even keep you company until the day you die yourself.”
“What about the plants who got sick? Any way we can help them?”
“You can try nursing them back to health with sun, water, natural fertiliser, trimming, and so on… We shall see in the spring, how many have died, and how many will still come back.”
“But there is no biological, organic, and natural pesticide you might recommend or that Fabienne and her colleagues might put together at Institut Pasteur that would help against Mavoc?”
“Not at the moment, no,” said Fabienne. “Plant medicine is still in its infancy. Yet as we develop nature-speak and nature language and learn to talk to plants, they might point us in fruitful directions, that is what I hope. My guess is that we must keep measuring air quality and exchange air at especially polluted places.”
“Well, we know that most plants will survive, actually,” said Maher. “Think of the components of Mavoc. Let’s start with ozone, C3, meaning trioxygen. It’s toxic. However, the amount of ozone in the Mavoc they sprayed is not as high as we feared. Ozone harms the tissues of plants, but the less ozone, the less harm. Second, while plants may fall ill with the MA virus, they have anti-viral defences in every cell that can literally chop viruses apart, whereas humans just have individual anti-viruses moving around chasing the crims, so to say. So, in a way, they are more robust than we are. And third, due to our good organic fertilisers, as long as plants have good soil below them, they can develop strong roots and also nourish and keep well other plants. As comrade Abram says, we are already entering winter, so we do not know how much of the wilting is seasonal and how much, if any, is cause by MA. We shall see in the spring.”
“What about the metals contained in Mavoc?”
“Normal air actually contains a whole bunch of metals already, some of which are harmless and even beneficial to plants, as most of them are to humans and other animals, for instance iron, zinc, copper, and manganese, while others, such as nickel are beneficial to some plants, but not to animals and humans, and yet others, cadmium, lead, mercury, and aluminium are toxic to humans, animals and plants alike. Mavoc happens to contain much higher levels of toxic metals – nickel, cadmium, lead, mercury, and especially aluminium –, than normal air. So, the sooner we can restore the natural balance of metals in the air, the better it will be for all harpists.”
“And the carbonyls? What do they do?”
“They are very toxic, also their metal compounds, for instance Nickel tetracarbonyl, and according to Revolupedia will cause nausea, cough, headache, fever, and dizziness. Biomass is also toxic when ingested and will cause mould in plants. We shall need some wind to blow away all five of Mavoc’s ingredients, don’t be mistaken.”
“As for us, me and comrade Rosa, we called around, and intranet quality has gone down slightly here in Yvelines as well as in all of the over twenty other locations world-wide that we contacted,” comrade Josip reported. “In Saint-Denis and Paris it has remained constant. We hypothesize that in these two locations, the number of bio-wifi towers – they include humans –, is just so high that even the massive pollution cannot affect the intranet, and this even though significant dispersion of the agglo has already begun both in Paris and Saint-Denis and the march of the trees has already reclaimed some parts of the city for the forest.” There was applause.
***
The curse to be dispelled, from left to right, toxic carbonyls, toxic biomass, excessive trioxygen, toxic MA virus, and toxic metals, by Josip and Rosa
“As comrade Che suggested initially and as comrade Maher already hinted, we propose to create lots of rain and wind and rain,” said Josip. “It would be difficult to come up with a chemical solution that would do away with all five ingredients of the cocktail at the same time. And it might not even be necessary, since lower concentrations of any single ingredient without the four others, while they needn’t be harmless, would no longer cause the same level of danger. The capitalists used to create weather by spraying aerosols at a certain location to make it rain at a neighbouring one, so as to create sunshine at a subsequent one. They did it by heating particles in the ionosphere, upward with high-flying airplanes, and maybe even downward, from satellites. The revolution disposes neither of high-flying planes, nor of satellites. So what to do??”
“We are in fallautumn,” proposed Che. “So, rainy and windy, if not stormy days are bound to come soon. If pockets of toxic air remain, we can later diffuse them with clean air using our small wind- and solar powered rescue and emergency airplanes, can’t we?”
“But this may take weeks!” said Pierre, energy engineer, pulling his hair. “Not even our material for oxygen tanks may last that long, let alone food supply.”
“And by then, the sun may no longer shine long and strongly enough during the day to kill the last MA viruses,” nodded Che. “Maybe rain and wind by themselves is not a winning proposal.”
“What if we used beams?” asked Sylvain.
“Which ones?” asked Jean-Wadi. “The red ones are just for stunning living opponents, the bronze ones for neutralising weapons, especially firearms, tanks, and airplanes…”
“Well, the red ones might work against toxic biomass, and the bronze ones against the metal compounds, wouldn’t they?” said Jean-Saïd. “And our blue beams are designed to work against chemical weapons. In other words, they dispel toxic chemicals. Mavoc certainly counts as that.”
“Maybe…,” said Jean, then dialled a number on an invisible keypad.
“Yeah,” answered a meek, but rather friendly voice, the Illyrians knew only all too well from past weeks… Markus Nah. “I was listening to you intraline already. I am back in Stuttgart. I can help you put together things you have already been working on. First of all, both you, dear comrades, and I have been working on an antivirus to MA. I think we are both more or less ready. Because the fascos had captured me, our antivirus was supposed to go into a Covet-type vaccine, vamped up with dirty drugs. Now that I am free again, we won’t do that. But at least the antiviral component can be used to neutralise the MA virus. Let’s just put on the final touches, and that’s the Number One toxin, MA, gone already. Second, the biomass will crumble when watered, the ozone will be diffuseddiffuse when carbonised or watered, and the metals and carbonyls as well will corrode and weaken when watered. Thus water would help against all four. And obviously strong wind that will blow them away won’t hurt either.”
Chapter 3. Day Three. Capitalist Restauration 2.1
Tank at Aimeran Market Square, by Jean-Saïd and Natalie
“You would not believe it,” Natalie was red with excitement. “There is a tank with two fasco soldiers on the Aimeran market place. Jean-Saïd and I went out there with our oxygen tanks and talked to them, we were just too curious, and you know what, they know and work with Paul who wants to make a revolution. In fact, they want to help him, and they gave us the address of the workshop where they manufacture the Mavoc locally.”
“How dare you even go there?” asked Mina, angrily. “And why weren’t you using your oxygen tanks?”
“But, maman, we were using them, you can see it on our first picture, but then they told us it was not necessary, because they had sprayed the market with some solution, “’H2O, anti-MA, anti-VOC,’ they said. Anti-MA, that would be Nah’s antivirus, anti-VOC, we don’t know, maybe they just made that up. ‘Otherwise, we would not be standing here either.’,’ they said. And look, they are wearing oxygen tanks as well, they had just off pulled the masks to talk to us.”
“Tomorrow, if they are still there, we go there again,” said Jean, “and since their Aimeran friends bio-messaged that at least the tank was still there, he went out next morning with Zamir and Odile. As soon as they approached the tank and could discern the two figures on it, Jean broke into a run. “Paul, you here, Hélène and I feared you were dead, because they stunned you with potentially lethal brown beams for letting us get away.”, when we were your hostages in Palestine.”
“Oh, far from it,” grinned Paul. “I got promoted for it. The five Boches still hate me, but Ross McInnes loves me and put me in charge of a workshop in the direction of Versailles that was charged with distributing the Mavoc and is now responsible for enforcing the coup.”
“That means that you will shoot at us and the people of Aimeran if we don’t do what you say, does it?” young comrade Zamir asked.
“Not really,” Paul blushed, but grinned. “Don’t believe that we are in charge just because we managed to position a few tanks. In fact, apart from this one we only have three in Versailles at each of the three stations, and we are still working on installing more in strategic places in Paris. ButHowever, most of them won’t last. Our soldiers just cannot stand the tension and defect back to the revolution.”
Jean laughed. “That is good to hear. But you say ‘our’? I assume you are referring to the counter-revolutionaries. Who are they, and are you in charge of the whole of Paris?”
Paul laughed. “Oh, not at all. However, there is a French government. If you listened to European Empire, you would get a reading of its latest decrees every hour. They sit in Madeleine village, you know, behind the Concorde, in the building where the Hôtel Ritz used to be, not far from Élysée, Matignon, and the Assemblée nationale either. Be it that the former two are now normal apartment buildings, and the Assemblée is part apartment building, part Museum of Capitalist Atrocities.
“We have a president, EmmanuelGabriel Attali, and a prime minister, Fernand Lecornu, but there is a strong rumour that my bosses Ross McInnes, arms producer, Édouard Stérilé, media tycoon, and Arnaud Arrolle, right-wing propagandist are directing them from in back stage, for pay, as a matter of fact. Attali and Lecornu are amassing huge crypto debts to profit from this advice, but the idea is that they will be able to pay it back once the state and money are finally restored.”
“But how is that going to happen, with so few soldiers, I wonder?” asked Jean. “How many do you have actually?”
“Hard to say,” Paul shrugged. “Because most of them defect back as I said. We,” and he pointed to his companion. “can take you to our workshop, and you’ll find that the workers are just waiting for me to give the signal to walk out. For now, I hold them back, just as those in Versailles, to keep the Hacking Hexagon and the New French Pentagon in the belief that they have lots of people on their side.”
Jean did not quite know what to make of Paul’s game. You were either with the revolution, and then you wanted to finish with this coup as fast as possible, or against it, but why then practice revolution with the workers? “Yes,” he said. “I would actually love to talk to the workers. By the way, you mentioned both the Hacking Hexagon as well as the French Pentagon. Are they all back in the French lands now? How did they get here? I heard the ferries all got interrupted.”
“Yes, they all made it here,” said Paul, while he guided them to the parking place at the back of the train station and invited them to sit in an innocuous-looking transporter. “Partly by beam, partly by ferry, maybe even a stretch on one of their planes spreading Mavoc.”
“And you are leaving the tank all alone?” asked Zamir. “Aren’t you afraid the village kids will wreck it?”
“Does not matter!” said Paul. “The counter-revolution will flop, I am pretty sure of that, and why hold on to these tanks that the revolution won’t use.”
“Oh, we shall use them,” Zamir laughed. “To make robot arms, why not?”
“I have a question while we are still driving,” said Jean. “Back when we last saw you, they had stunned you with a brown beam. Our equivalent of that is the red beam, and we also have the bronze beam that can tackle firearms and even tanks and drones, athe blue beam that can neutralise chemical weapons, and of course, the yellow transport beam. If I am correctly informed, your brown beams can accomplish all four of these tasks, is that right?”
“Yes, and we have the golden beam to travel whole, and the orange beam to travel disassembled, the revolutionary way. And we use the brown beam to spread chemical weapons rather than diffuse them. Why do you ask?”
“I have a question, can the brown beams split molecules?” Paul had to think for a moment.
“Well, they can kill people if you crank them up sufficiently, and yeah, they can crack up not only sniper rifles but even planes. Now I bet I know where you are going,” sneered Paul. “You want to destroy Mavoc with the help of your bronze, blue, red, and yellow beams, but you need a little cutting edge from our brown beam, correct?”
Jean shrugged. “And you? You are telling me that your masters don’t really have the strength to go through with the coup. What’s the plan then?”
“They are not my masters,” grumbled Paul. “I am getting out.” He paused. “Well, it sounds cynical. But I think their plan is to make everybody even sicker than they are now. Then to reinstate a dictatorial government, a strong hand to fix things.”
“Yet then, how to get rid of the infection and pollution?”
Paul grinned all over his face. “Well, you idiot, you thought I invited you and your offspring for a cup of coffee or cocoa, which you may have by the way.” They had arrived at the workshop in the meantime, and entered the building. He went to the coffee maker in the corner and poured them two cups of coffee and two cups of cocoa for the kids. In plain view, so they deemed it safe to drink them. And comrade Yannick had recommended comrade Paul. They were lucky.
Markus Nah’s solution, by Zamir and OdileMarkus Nah’s antidote solution, with anti-viral, anti-chemical and anti-metal, ingredients, by Zamir and Odile
“So, let me break you the happy news. We, or rather Nah had developed an antidote. It’s ready packed in cases with spray cans to use manually and grenades to be dropped from planes and drones, in that room,” and he pointed to a door in the corner. “We,” and he pointed at himself and at six grinning fellows, some of whom the Illyrians recognised as lads from Aimeran, Guémeron, and surroundings. “Are waiting for the go-ahead to use and drop them. A plane with drones will fly in for that purpose from the German lands, because we refused to keep weapons here. Too easy to detect from the revolutionary R&E planes or even for a bird or insect intraline.”
Jean nodded sincerely. “Yes, unluckily for the reaction, it is the age of the intranet. Any small fly can give you away. Please do me the favour and reconstitute yourselves as a self-managed workshop here and now. Then we won’t even have to summon spontaneous militia, or do you feel like attracting your pals’ attention to your case?”
“Certainly not,” said one of the other workers. “My name is Cem by the way. What do we do with the crypto we have earned here?”
“Comrade Hélène and the other workers at the post office and savings bank will help you with that,” Jean waved his hand. “It won’t amount to all that much, but at least to the recycling value of the metal, plastic, or paper it consists of. They can explain.”
“Will you protect us in case they send cryptoleak avengers?” another worker asked. “My name is Semyon. I am from Ukraine.”
“Of course!” said Jean and crinkled his brow. “Let me get us a spontaneous militia brigade as well or two at least. They will escort you back home and two comrades will stay with each of your families until this blows over, in this case literally so.”
He sighed. “You can take a holiday like the whole region is doing until the coup is defeated, and then return to work. Any idea what kind of workshop you want to become?”
“Yes, we reckon we should help produce the natural olive leave medicine and then start to produce other revolutionary medicine as well. We can call ourselves Olive Branch cooperative, what do you think, comrades? My name is Murat.” The other six, including Paul, cheered.
“Actually,” said Semyon. “I don’t want to sound parochial, but I have intercepted bad news from my home region. It seems they have provoked altercations between Ukrainians and Russians again. Some Ukrainian fools have drunk too much vodka and then ransacked a few Russian garden colonies. They even put houses on fire, and you see, our parts are like Illyria, people are already living in these garden colonies again as a stage in the deconstruction of high rises and the dispersion of houses. So, the fools were endangering human, animal, robot, and plant lives, you know what I mean? Now the Russian village assemblies are getting together to send spontaneous battalions as they call them. That is an illegal term, of course,” he added when he saw Zamir’s frown, “but what would you do young comrade, if they had burnt your house down?”
“I would get mighty angry,” said Zamir. “I would call them capexogarch mercs,”, short for capitalists and ex-oligarch lackeys. “Get them and put them in garde à vue until they repent.”
“And listen,” said Paul. “I’ve got the bio-video of a conference on these and other matters that we should listen to.”
***
“So, you are telling me that we have 34000 soldiers and still can’t do it? Are we idiots, or what?”
“That’s Ross Mc Innes, the top guy,” Paul whispered in explanation.
“Not quite 34000!”
“That’s Arrolle, propagandist!”
“The number is based on their revolutionary opinion surveys by the way. They reckon one in every 2000 may have latent sympathies against the with the counter-revolution. So, we have tried to contact all of thesethem, via our media-channels, Empire Européen, Le Figaro, Chatbox, etc.,and so on, our shopping platforms, getwhatyouwant.com and luxenligne.com, for those who may have crypto, and other darknet outfits such as the dark job app. They have a revolutionary job app, of course, that guides their workers to socially necessary jobs where a worker is missing, or where there has been an emergency. Our job app is for more long-term jobs that pay crypto, and offer you access to luxury goods, such as vehicles, villas, art and jewellery, feel-good medicine, if you know what I mean,” Arnaud laughed, “lots of stuff, be it at a price of a certain amount of exclusion from the revolutionary trefoil.” The trefoil was the symbol for the three methods of revolutionary exchange, free, simple sharing, or revolutionary barter. He laughed again. “Well, you may make new pals with us, won’t you? As long as you don’t squeal, then you’d make the acquaintance of the cryptoleak avengers. So, we tried to contact all 34000, but up to now, only 20000 have signed up.”
“That is better than nothing!” supplemented Arnaud’s pal, Édouard. “We tell them to report to a pals – in this case meaning policlinic, amusement centre, logistics station or sports studio. There is a map with all of them on the dark web where they can locate the ones closest to their home.”
***
“We need a look at that!” Jean interrupted the video. Paul pushed his tablet over to him. “I also bio-messaged it to all of you. Hope I am intraline by the way?”
“That is a question, we wanted to pose to you,” asked Jean-Wadi, who had just entered as part of the two spontaneous militia brigades who had come to escort the endangered workers home. “How come it is so hard to contact you fascos intraline?”
“Because we get an extra bio-thicket as part of our counter-revolutionary wherewithal. We can’t contact or hear you, and you can’t hear or talk to us either. It takes morbid energy to overcome it, that’s how I finally got through to you,” explained Paul.
“We’ll need the programme code for that,” sighed Jean-Wadi, imitating his dad’s laconic way of suggesting action. “As you can understand, we would actually like to start digging at you the moment you sign up. On with the video then…”
***
“What might attract them, you ask?” Ross McInnes was just asking in response to a question by Pat Handsome.
“Gadgets, weapons, definitely, and that brings me to my first point of criticism to be levelled at Barron, Ryan, Pat, and our five German pals, Fritz Jr., Thorben, Knut, Jens, and Klaus. Why in hell don’t we have more arms? We’ve hardly got enough Mavoc and anti-Mavoc to fuck and unfuck the whole place, let alone planes, drones, tanks, rifles, and so on, to keep the peace once we are in power. Oh, by the way, here is an input from Paris.”
“Well, it is bad news,” Fernand Lecornu burst out. “They have located our seat here in Madeleine and are blockading it, hundreds of people.”
“Well, don’t you have some Mavoc grenades? Just throw them, that will get them to run…”
***
How the fascos dispelled the blockade at their headquarters, by Emmanuel and Laurence
And for the next twenty minutes there followed a shaky live video showing on Empire Européen, where you saw comrades running from the smog pulling make-shift masks such as scarves and sweaters over their faces and others distributing oxygen tanks for them to put on for them not to catch the muck.
Jean sighed with relief. “The comrades were forewarned and on the ball. That’s good!”
“Still,” said Pierre, the sceptic. “It reminds me the rallies before the revolution, the tear gas and all.”
“And remember the time they got us with the ADS – active denial system –, actually a direct energy beam, in the middle of the Fête de l’Humanité even,” recalled Danton, who had been a young teenager back then.
“Why didn’t they have oxygen tanks ready to begin with?” scowled Mina.
“As if the bourgeoisie was still in power and the poor people at their beck and call,” comrade Denis was chafing with anger.
***
“We are producing weapons like crazy,” now it was Klaus Thyssen speaking for the German arms producers. “We put together all left-over equipment from former Rheinmetall, Thyssen, Krupp, BASFDiehl, BASF, Siemens, Mercedes, BMW, Volkswagen, BMW, and so on, all firms that had anything to do with arms production at one stage before the revolution and pulled up around twenty underground factories, at least one in every major region. Yet remember, the counter-revolution wants to be world-wide like the revolution is. We are sort of the arms producers for the whole world at this stage. What about you, Donald for North America, Pat and Ryan for the British Isles, and Ross for the French lands yourselves doing your part?”
“Well, you know how the situation is here,” sighed Ross. “We are beleaguered. Maybe it would help if the five of you travelled over to look at your joints, get them to go faster?”
“Oh, no,” said Knut. “We’d fly up sky-high. A spontaneous revolutionary militia would catch us sooner than you can say sauerkraut. You have seen how fast they were to distribute the lifesavers in Paris. They are not our fools!”
“And there isn’t any need,” added Jens Krupp. “We are almost on schedule with our production, especially, if you American and British pals catch up and no longer reserve any of our production.”
Donald Trumple sighed. “Well, that’s easier said than done. We do not only face the resistance from the revolutionaries, which is ferocious. The minute they get wind of an underground workshop, they are there with their spontaneous militia brigadebrigades, all with a quorum of members of the village assembly having approved of their deployment, so we can’t brand them vigilante. Then they talk to the workers over loudspeaker if they have to, and intraline as well, of course, and pull them back to the revolution one by one. They are bad enough, but then there also the Uberytes… Henri Uber – he is Canadian, actually, so is Luis Deshalles, –, Fernando Deliverando, Larry Flink, and Viesturs Volt, he is Latvian, as you know. They are the owners of the actual pals on the ground, and they are no longer interested in ‘violent upheaval.’ Neither they, nor their underlings – they. They call themselves Ubermenschen, because they self-exploit, they say. Actually the Uberytes exploit them, but hahaha, they don’t know any better, hahaha. Anyway, they just want to run their policlinics, amusement clubs, logistics stations, and sports studios to make crypto,. Maybe they hope that in a not-too-distant future, humanity will finally come to see the good in money, exploitation, war, mass murder, euthanasia, and what not, and heave them back into even greater luxury and power than they can enjoy as clandestine operators. Many of these pals these days are even run with revolutionary fronts. The policlinics just have just aone section or two that treat patients for crypto. The amusement clubs, which are just a euphemism for brothels and night-clubs as a matter of fact, are attached to a revolutionary cultural centre.centres. The logistics stations are just a crypto-section of a revolutionary logistics organisations where services are free, and the sports studios are just normal sports club that offer violent martial arts and weapons’ training in a back room or in a secluded part of a forest on a Sunday. All four of them are like old-fashioned shadow corners on a market or in a share point, where you get served against crypto, but on a slightly bigger and more permanent scale.
“You know what happened when I proposed to the Uberytes that we might produce some planes, drones, grenades, Mavoc, and anti-Mavoc, tanks and rifles, in other words, all the merch for our coup campaign at their places? They flew ofoff the handle. Had I been physically present, they would have strangled me. ‘There you come again, silly son of your dopey father, where we were just trying to get the peaceful crypto economy underway again! Can’t you give peace? Why don’t you just lease a pals or two from us, lean back, and have a nice life in California, or on the Med if you must?”
“And? What did you say?”
“Well, I said I had planned that out with you guys, that the times were propitious in Europe, because the revolutionaries were trying to give their revolution another crank up towards anarchy. You would not believe it, all the new obligations they have assumed, they will check their trefoil until even the last beasts and grass stalks have what they need. They will no longer even have only rotating foremen, chair(wo)men, moderators, teachers, professors, and so on, like they have had up now, but they want to have none whatsoever. And authority will just be momentary and roll over to the next comrade once he or she raises his or her hand.”
Latest tasks, by Comet and Fabien, with the help of Renée and Rosa
“Wow,” said Henri Uber. “That’s what that was about. They tested that the other day at my neighbourhood assembly. They call it latest tasks. Well, six rev households and us well-behaved, it actually worked quite nicely.”
“And that’s not all,” Donald Trumple shouted, clearly less amused. “They want to have mixed brigades of humans, animals, robots, plants, on the farms, in the workshops, and even in schools, and universities.”
“We have those as well,” said Luis. “At the moment they just teach each other nature-speak and the more educated version thereof, nature language.”
“In other words, a sort of English or Esperanto for all 9000 species and 72 quadrillion living beings,” added Viesturs. “I actually like that idea. It may become quite an innovation, like the intranet. Therefore, we Baltic capexogarchs decided to go with the tide this time. We shall teach nature-speak and nature language and how to form mixed harp brigades at our sport studios.”
“Excellent idea,” said Fernando. “But it sounds a bit too serious to me. Why not teach it in our amusement clubs where you can have a slice of pizza on your plate and a nice girl in your arms at the same time?”
There was a pause where it seemed the four Uberytes as well as their eleven rivals of the Hacking Hexagon and the New French Pentagon did not know whether to laugh or cry about their desperate situation. After all, the children were learning these languages at school anyway. Finally, our comrades heard Henri Uber conclude the phone conference with America and the Baltics with a laconic. “In other words, messieurs, the answer is No. We shall not allow you to use our pals production facilities and if you pay us for it.”
There was a further pause while the Eleven Renegades, as a cheeky commentator on Empire Européen says they will henceforth be called, recovered their breath. Then Ross McInnes summed up the debate, speaking French in his excitement. “The Yanks are not with us, peu importe. We on the other hand shall oblige ourselves to continue producing all weapons and other equipment necessary for our endeavours, to take power in Paris and as many other ex-capitals as possible and to return capitalism following the ten-point plan elaborated by Limarna.” Here the video stopped.
“We shall need the ten point plan by Limarna,” said Jean, “although I can well imagine how it runs, recruit followers, make money, make weapons, make war, restore cars, concrete, global warming, and all other pollution and environmental destruction, order people around, exploit them until they croak, kill humans and other harpists, genocide them if that is not enough, and last but not least, reward ourselves at the expense of all others. Pooh!”
Chapter 4. Day Four. The War begins with Bombing the Air Storage Containers
“Mon Dieu, they have bombed our air storage containers, we must shoot down their airplanes,” by Emmanuel and Laurence
“There has been a disaster. Pardon, we lacked restraint and immediately fired bronze beams at their airplanes when they bombed our oxygen and air storage containers. Do you think we are crims?”
“Not crims,” said Peter Gar, who had come to assume his watch at the block energy works, and had found a hangar roof in shambles, and two very contrite young revolutionaries. He looked Jean-Vladimir and Jean-François up and down with amusement, “but bungling novices. You have to think of it not in terms of bang-bang, but in terms of damage control. Did anybody suffer during their attack at the air storage?”
“No, fortunately not.”
“Did they hit an oxygen tank? Clearly not,” he answered his own question, “otherwise the whole place would be on fire. Do you think you hit one of their planes?”
“We can’t be sure, but at least they flew away. What if they had kept bombing, they might have hit something else?”
“That would have been a catastrophe. Sorry, comrades, we’ll have to bury the air containers, yes, all of them until we use them. Comrade Léon,” Peter Gar bio-messaged the inventor of the revolutionary drills and excavators. “We’ve had an air raid here at the block energy works. Do you know where we can locate one of your tractor-size excavators and several of your hand-held drills? And we need all tools we’ve got here at Illyria, especially spades!”
The comrades were there within minutes, some still struggling with sleep, yet eager to hear the news and help.
One good portent arrived. Django bio-messaged that Malina and he had found a crashed airplane in the forest when collecting mushroom. early in the morning. He sent pictures. The pilots had escaped, but the airplane was definitely not a revolutionary R&E plane functioning on wind- and solar, but a hybrid – electricity and fuel ––, with Rheinmetall logos carved into some of its parts at several places. So, it was almost certainly one of those that had attacked Illyria’s block energy works. For the rest of it, no traces of evidence either in the board electronics, or any devices that would have helped us draw conclusions as to the enemy’s further intentions.
“Yet the raid of our barn was not a single incident. Elsewhere in the Paris region, they have attacked similar deposits as well. Other wars have also resumed all over the planet. According to Empire Européen and other reactionary channels, other wars have also resumed all over the planet,” said Rosa. “In Palestine, they are succeeding in winding themthe comrades up again so that they dissolve some of their mixed and harp brigades. Upon underground capitalist and fasco prodding and with the help of their weapons, Ukraine has resumed its aggression against Russia,. North American ships are sailing against Cuba, Islamist groups are allegedly on a rampage again in Africa.”.
“Here is our report, based on our comrades’ testimony. Starting with you, comrades Seth, Omsinbaba, and Noah, any nasty stirrings in your parts?” “No, everything is calm so far,” says Seth, speaking on Niger. “Although we have some reports on new pals being formed. However, we have founded lots of red cells after the last coup. These comrades immediately reported the new pals, they are speaking to their fellow workers already, we know where they are and are getting the quorums from the village and quarter assemblies to go in and help the workers liberate themselves.”
“In my parent’s village,” Omsinbaba said.says. “Many people have fallen ill with Moral Atrophy. You wonder why a flu virus can be so devastating in a hot climate such as ours. Yet the primary symptoms are not runny noses and coughs, although some people do cough a lot, but headaches and stomach disorders. They can be so violent that people die from them. We don’t have any Mavoc here, our air quality here in the countryside is good, but in Dakar they are complaining about it and many workshops are producing Pots and big tanks just like in the French lands. That is good, of course, these. These workshops recycle metal, plastic, and all other inputs, they are self-managed, and their allocation, production, and distribution is free in the economic circuit. linking all producers. Of course, the workers also get their food and other basics free just like the farm workers and everybody else. Very few of them turn capitalist, because then they would lose access to the economic circuit.”
Noah speaks about his native Mali: “Here in Mali we also have nasty capitalist workshops, private policlinics, logistics service against pay, night clubs, and sports studios that serve the capexogarchs to recruit followers. Unless somebody blows the whistle, they can thrive, exploit, make crypto, and blackmail their customers and their workers, so they no longer return to the revolution. They can also produce the MA virus and Mavoc, and stock them until they get the planes and drones to spread them. Luckily, there is some wind and rain this season, and we may also throw beams.”
“We have just had rain and there is no sign of any Mavoc in the air,” saidsays Sosthene from the Nelson Mandela cooperative on Lake Chad.
“We have had some stuff come wafting over from Djibouti town,” saidsays Dileita. “But we used a beam garb on it, bronze, blue, red, and yellow, remember that, it will kill their muck off.”
Mamadou recalls, “In the past we have had many tribal fights in the Congo, maybe more than in West Africa and in the Sahel. Our fear is that the capexogarchs and fascos might try to rekindle these, and in the middle of Mavoc. That could become a major disaster, epidemic, pollution, and war all combined.”
Sipho addedadds, ”In South Africa, our main problem are left-over white landowners, often already of the second or third generation. The kids and grandkids behave as if we still lived under apartheid, segregation, the strict separation between black and white that ruled in South Africa before 1990. And these landowners try to blackmail us with Mavoc. They tried to recruit even members of our fervently revolutionary Muammar Ghaddafi cooperative. ‘Work for us, otherwise you’ll be gasping for air like the rest of the world.”.’”
“In New York we are suffocating already, although we are dispersing the city like you are doing with Paris,” Josh and Jason reportedreport from New York. “The air in front of our windows looks like marble cake, look at it…”
“We have hardly any Mavoc yet, but then we are out here in the prairies,” said Rory from the Twin Farm cooperative. “My son Jamie and his friend Tony are monitoring the levels. Our Indian comrades are looking for olive leave substitutes, we are a bit too far North for olive trees.” Yet Tony, his friend’s son and part Indian, immediately corrected him: “The pollution levels are going up though. A few of the fascos rehabilitating as trappers, Kevin, Jordan, and Annalena, have gotten sick with MA and are clamouring for olive sap, and the cows and even the buffalos are sneezing, turning, and shaking themselves as if from fever sweat. Look, comrades Tatanka Ha and Ehawee, former Maurine, long ago Thomas have made a video. You can see the brown clouds in the sky.”
“We have hardly any Mavoc yet, but then we are out here in the prairies,” says Rory from the Twin Farm cooperative. “My son Jamie and his friend Tony are monitoring the levels. Our Indian comrades are looking for olive leave substitutes, we are a bit too far North for olive trees.” Yet Tony, his friend’s son and part Indian, immediately corrected him: “The pollution levels are going up though. A few of the fascos rehabilitating as trappers, Kevin, Jordan, and Annalena, have gotten sick with MA and are clamouring for olive sap, and the cows and even the buffalos are sneezing, turning, and shaking themselves as if from fever sweat. Look, comrades Tatanka Ha and Ehawee, former Maurine, long ago Thomas have made a video. You can see the brown clouds in the sky.”
Buffalos with Mavoc, by young comrade Mato, with help from Mazanape and Wagmu Chikala
According to Ernesto from Havana, “Mavoc has been a major choker in Cuba, especially because of the shadow of Big Brother which has very many clandestine workshops to do biochemical cocktails, and grenades, drones, and airplanes to throw them.”
José from Mexico says, “We have had some Mavoc wafting over from the old U.S., putrid smell in other words, but it is too hot in Pueblo del Desierto, viruses won’t keep unless they immediately find a victim.”
Pedro says, “We used to have many revolutionary workshops in Costa Rica, but very little pollution. That has changed with Mavoc.”
Pablo from Panama says, “The air around the canal has been polluted for days now. And the fascos send boats to the ships asking people to get vaccinated with their new anti-MA21 vaccine. If not, they say, they will report them to the port authorities.”
Gustavo saidsays, “As those of you who have taken drugs know, they go very poorly with viruses. Think of the danger of AIDS, for example. In Columbia, the crypto drug dealers, the Yanks would call them pals, use this fear to sell their counter-vaccines and they are hiring people to do their bidding.”
Hugo sighs: “The imperialists will always be back, this time it is with air pollution in Caracas.”
Emmanuella stresses, “The Brazilians are suffering not from the virus and not from pollution, but from underground capitalism.”
Dina from Peru reports, “The capitalists have tried to use the need for air tanks as an excuse to return to extensive mining.”
Evo tells Bolivia’s story, “They spread a lot of stuff over our mountains, our sheep got sick, we got sick.”
Guillermo from Santiago, “Some Chileans went for their vaccine, you know the antivirus. Yet when they came out of the private physician’s cabinet or policlinic, our young revolutionaries stood there and shouted: ‘And how much did you pay?’ And they carried banners with a trefoil on it – the trefoil again standing for free allocation and distribution, sharing or, and revolutionary barter – and chanted ‘Everything for free!’”
Ramón smiles. “Diego and I have been accused of corruption in the past, but this time we helped discover several illegal workshops in the mountains around Cumbrecita as well as in Córdoba.”
“You are not the only ones battling with subversion. Our situation is tricky as well,” admits comrade Longwei fom Beijing. “Whenever there is a crisis, capitalist corruption raises its ugly head. Many people are sick from MA in overpopulated China, and there is a certain rise in crime, theft of ready oxygen tanks, the metal and plastic needed to make them, as well as of food and other basic goods, maybe as a foundation to set up underground workshops. It is not a general phenomenon yet, but it concerns us.”
Nyugen and Dong are worried that the sea breeze will carry ever new waves of Mavoc to the Vietnamese shores. “And their capitalist workshops have earned themselves golden noses from investing in antiviral medicines and air tanks.”
Sam Hawkes, Rom Ran, and Pak Pao say, “We have to study beam technology. We want to do action like you in the French lands, launch beams and fetch their planes, drones, and Mavoc down from the sky.”
Jamila and Santoso report, “We have found traces of Mavoc in our food and in our water. That is very worrisome.”
Ho, Sub, and Padma tell us, “Kolkata and Mumbai are both struck with Mavoc. We have a curfew and are waiting for the air tanks.”
Babrak from Afghanistan, “We have smelled some foul even on our mountains. And in Kaboul, there have been many cases of MA.”
Ali from Iran, “As soon as Mavoc broke out, we had Americans there telling us to get back the Shah and relaunch oil production.”
Saddam laughs, “Yes, that is what they asked us Iraqis to do as well.”
Ahmed, “After they dropped tons of Mavoc over Damaskus.”
Hasan adds, “And other Middle Eastern agglos as well.”
Mahmoud from Red Palestine notes, “We managed to prevent the worst by uncovering their workshops early.”
Benzion from Palestinian Refoundation curses, “Unfortunately, the Eleven Renegades have escaped us.”
Adnan soothes him, “But we managed to prevent them from distributing their Mavoc over the agglos. And even the private policlinics had to refrain from selling the vaccine.”
“Do you know of any mixed brigades splitting up?” “No, that’s a lie.”
Youssef strikes a new note, “They rumoured that presidents and kings would be back, as before the revolution. What a nightmare.”
Sergei nods, “The fascos have spread a lot of crap over Moscow, maybe a kind of revenge for losing World War II. They really haven’t had enough yet.”
“We are commiserating with the buffalos in the American prairies,” says Vicky, the buffalo-woman from Novosibirsk.
“We, the buffalo humansbuffalohumans, thus called because we can switch between human and buffalo state just with a magic spell, Mr. and Mrs. Al’Qatan, Mr. and Mrs. Babagida, Mr. and Mrs. Kumar, Mr. and Mrs. Tang, as well as comrades Robby and Nora, Jamie and Lily, Rajiv and Maisie, as well as Mohammed and Indira are also infected. The kids are more or less alright so far, we have protected them. Professor Besogon helped us find a substitute for olive tree leaves and sap, it turns out chestnut leaves and sap, not from blighted trees, obviously, but from healthy ones may help as well.”
“We may be the three lone lucky places that have escaped the disaster so far,” says Chokon, from the tiny village of Tigr, “together with Evfrat and Botur and Nurgun’s campLedyanoe even further north by the Arctic Circle. Wave to them Botur,, Botur and Nurgun from Ledyanoe, Dolun from Evfrat, and Kustuk and Sargi from Tigr, if your noses are still popping out of the snow.”
Na zdorove from Tigr in the Snow, by Kustuk and Sargi
“My son Kustuk and his friend Sargi are doing the measurements,” comrade Ekolune pops up proudly from Krasnoe Pole. Some comrades in Krasnoe Pole, unfortunately, have caught the virus already, maybe because it is larger than the lucky three, more contact to the outside, but we have ordered chestnut leaves from Novosibirsk. The animals will get them as well, don’t worry.”
Evgeni concludes the reports, “Our fascos have very little understanding of the harp and how seriously we take our fellow animals, robots, and plants. The present crisis has been a test case for solidarity across species. Just as in the French lands every household in the Lenin kolkhoz near Moscow and in the hamlet of Novgornyi near Pionerskii has received an oxygen tank. Many of them have used it for their stables.”
“Thus far, our transcript,” Rosa closed her harpoid in the shape of rose, a motherhood gift from Josip.
“So, we know what to do,” comrade Laurence summarised the state of the discussion. “First, protect ourselves and our fellow harpists, animals, robots, and plants, protect our supplies, bury them if necessary.
“Second, launch the permanent revolution in the harp. We shall use the time-tested methods – strikes, rallies, and blockades.”
Chapter 5. Day Five. Peace requires Revolution
Clowns at the tanks, by Antoine, Murielle, and young comrade Zac
“…We’ll talk with their soldiers at the tanks, we’ll use the clowns to mellow them down.”
“Wait a minute, before we do that,” comrade Renée, expert on the venues of interaction, took the word. “We’ll call neighbourhood assemblies and brigade meetings at work, at school, and at other social organisation. We’ll check who is missing.”
“Exactly, that is how we caught Jean, not your Jean, obviously,” comrade André from Aimeran had to laugh about his own joke. “But comrade Jean from Aimeran West whom Paul had recruited. We called a neighbourhood assembly about Mavoc, ostensibly so as for everybody to know about the natural, organic, and biological olive leave medicine, how to handle the air tanks, big and small, and so on. He wasn’t there, and what was odd, we could not reach him via intranet either. Normally, you can reach comrades until they drop dead.”
“Yes, but the fascos have a new bio-thicket that insulates them quite well,” said Zamir.
“For now!” said Colin, budding intranet expert. “Paul gave us the basic programme. We already have a brigade working on decrypting it.”
“Good. Glad to hear that,” said André. “Anyway, we couldn’t reach him, so we went to his door. His wife was quite worried, she said, she had not seen him in several days, in fact, since Mavoc broke, four whole days. So, we noted him as a suspect.”
“He has already switched back to the revolution though,” said Jean. “He was working with Paul.”
“Dieu merci for that. Same method for the brigade at work. And if you can locate somebody, you can just send a bio-message to the village assembly forum, get a quorum for a spontaneous militia brigade, and stop him or her. Ask them what the hell they think they are doing.”
“You can often guess if somebody has latent fasco sympathies. Tell-tell signs are a Human lives matter, read: above all others, approach, remnants of racism, meaning disdain of other races, regions, religions, and so on, and most blatant, a positive attitude towards crypto. You hear somebody say, I got this or that, be it with crypto, you know they are at least in danger of falling for the fascos, if not recruited by them already.”
“Not only are they for crypto, but also for cars, tarmac…”
“They also tend to be against dispersion. Of course, there are reactionaries who hold with the pastoral life-style. However, the well-knit rural communities make it harder for them to recruit followers.”
“True. Fascism requires lonely people who are lacking comforts and are trying to compensate for that with feelings of superiority in other areas, for instance, combat and war phantasies.”
“They are against the march of the trees and animal lives matter, plant lives triumph. That would wreck their car and road-based civilisation.”
“They adore weapons and battle.”
“They don’t mind hierarchy.”
“Maybe they don’t have anything against LBGTHQIA but they are rapists. They don’t really ask for consent.”
“And when push comes to shove, they are still misogynists. The way they treat their women. They are still lucky if they leave them behind like Jean, Aimeran did, some. Others, like Arnaud Arrolle and Édouard Stérilé exploit them as soldiers. They hold the fort here in the French lands, while they travel the world.”
“And they abuse and rape children especially. Think of Murielle and Ines’s story, Jeff Ebwasser’s pedophilia ring.”
“They are trying to wreck the future of men and the whole of nature included. Think about it! This idea of poisoning the air and then on top of it bombing the air containers!” Georges had tears in his eyes once more. “They are genocidists, nay ecocidists, like the Nazis, like the Zionists before them, and yet they try present themselves as superior beings.”
“Something that you said, Colin, raises a question,” said Peter Gar. “It seems from what you held that cracking their bio-thicket is just a matter of programming. Yet what if they have managed to recruit followers among the animals and plants?”
“They haven’t. Animals and plants are too freedom-loving,” said Julie. “They are also very generous and just. If a spontaneous militia brigade is chasing a small crim through the forest, they may allow him or her to escape. Yet if there is a whole gang and they are testing full-scale war like they are now, the animals and plants will take the side of the attacked, in this case ours and their own.”
“D’accord, so we have caught some already, we are negotiating with those at the tanks, what if they don’t give up voluntarily? They haven’t aggressed anybody, so we can’t use stun beams, and we don’t want to provoke any violence. What do we do?”
“Maybe exceptionally, we could use stun beams?”
“We can’t. Try it, they won’t work. Our inborn moral imperative will prevent us from mobilising enough willpower for the red beam unless we or somebody else is clearly being aggressed,” explained Jérôme. “I have a whole shelf full of cases up in my room.”
“So, we must block them.”
“Exactly, with as many people as possible, so they know they will be caught if they think of starting to fire their guns or throw beams.”
“What if they launch their tanks?” “It is a situation like in 2021, the 99.9999%+% plus against the very few, and this time, there is even fewer of them. We have to be manypresent as the 99.9999% at every spot they pop up at. It must be basically all of us against virtually nobody. WeWe’ll also block their hide-outs such as the Hôtel Ritz. Attali and Lecornu have fled from there now.. They are now somewhere in the North-West, Louveciennes, one of their old lairs as well, a villa the old Rudolphe Dassault bought against crypto.”
End of the Blockade at Louveciennes, by Zamir and Odile
“Look at the pictures.” And Olivier showed intraline pictures and videos of the villa surrounded by thousands of people, on the road, in the neighbouring gardens, in the tree tops.
“Comrade Yannick is there. Can you get through to them?”
“Unfortunately, my relations to them were never that good. The German Five were jealous at me for being the better engineer,. It was it was Iwan and I who discovered the way you can deflect the transport beam and we did the initial research on the time tunnel. They are continuing this research, but we are using the facilities at Illyria and Institut Galilée to push ours as well. We will have ways to counter their mad ideas, don’t worry.”
“Sortez! Sortez! Come out! Come out!” the demonstrators chanted, and comrade Jérôme laughed. “They must feel mighty awkward in there. Comrade Michel, please help me. We should ask some fellow harpists to allow us bio-wifi feed from inside.” This turned out a little more difficult than usual, since the wild animals and plants were sick from the toxins and or lying low, but some agreed, and sooneventually they had a bio-feed going.
“So, what are we supposed to do?” That was EmmanuelGabriel Attali intraline with the Eleven Renegades, Fernand Lecornu stood behind him, massaging his friend’s shoulders.
“Well, we are having Day R, big R for Reaction – revolution. What will come next in the revolutionaries’ book of horrors?”
“No idea,” the two friends shrugged.
“Let me help you, after Big R day comes small r, get it?”
Attali still looked puzzled, but Lecornu’s face brightened. “Oh, I get it.”
“Any idea how you would implement it?” There was a lot of whispering over delta waves. The Illyrian comrades only gathered five words, ‘shadow’…’crypto’…’dark web’…’pals’… ‘Vincennes.’
“All we know from that is that they want to sell something against crypto at shadow corners and in the dark web, maybe air tanks?, transport them to and from the pals I guess, and Attali and Lecornu probably want to flee to Vincennes. Makes sense, from there it’s already closer to the German lands where their Boche pals will hide them.”
“Well then, keep ready,,” said Yannick, Iwan, and Jean-Saïd, “maybe we can deflect them straight to Fleury-Mérogis,” the high-security prison closest to Illyria.
“Get a quorum from all Aimeran assemblies, son,” Jean told Jean-Saïd. via secret bio-message. “We want to talk to them, although they may claim having to act under duress from the Eleven Renegades. But we want itthe people to be alrightapprove it.”
A moment later already there was a roar of the crowd outside the old Dassault’s villa in Louveciennes. “Oh, look,” some comrades shouted. “They are beaming out on a golden beams.beam. Probably afraid to disassemble in the toxic soup they themselves have created.”
Some laughed, others shouted. angrily. “No, they want to play kings and emperors!”
“Let’s try getting at them with red beams!” Yet the golden beams were already too high in the sky.
“Let’s try the deflect beam then, comrades!” yelled Jérôme. “Does it work with golden beams as well?”
Comrade Yannick nodded, typed something into his harpoid in the shape of a Dassault fighter plane, and clenched his fists for extra willpower. The two figures on the golden beam had already almost disappeared over the horizon. Now you could see them take a sharp turn towards the South.
“Great,” said Jean-Saïd. “Can“Can’t you make them land in front of 76 Rue de Lorraine? We can have a spontaneous militia brigade waiting there.”
Yet Iwan cursed. “Merde, now something or somebody has brought them on course to Vincennes again. Oh, l’ordure, they have managed to land on the tower of the castle. And they seem to have some mercs guarding the tower. They probably want to open up shop right there.”
“What a well-planned escape!” Michel admittedhad to admit admiringly.
“What went wrong?” Jérôme asked.
Yannick studied his phone. “There was one, no two, no three intercepting beams, that’s odd, one yellow, another yellow, and one orange, one yellow.. That’s oddstrange, orange is their colour, yellow is the revolutionary one, but it could be theirs, they sometimes use yellow beam as well, because it is just the better beam, less wobbly. TheMy yellow one turned them South in the direction of Fleury-Mérogis, the second yellow one tried to turn them back towards the North, why. Why would anyone have done that? except they themselves? Ah, now I understand, was that you, maybe, comrade Jean-Saïd, wanting them to land at 76 rue de Lorraine?”
“I did nothing of the sort…,” Jean-Saïd said, then stopped for a just an instant.
“What happened?” his father was delta-messaging him.
“Don’t be angry!” Jean-Saïd replied just as stealthily. “IWe did not get the quorum from Aimeran.”
“That’s not no reason for anger!. That’s democracy!”,” the answer came back from his dad, and Jean-Saïd straightened his back.
“It does not matter, buddy, because then there came a mighty orange beam, and that swerved the two of them right back into the direction of Vincennes,” Yannick was just finishing.
“By the end of the day, we can say that their bogus government has been debunked,” comrade Patrick was wrapping up the news on alpha waves for the l’Huma news feed. “Attali and their and Lecornu are still holding out. Although their news channel stations have been dismantled at several places, they are still popping up from others. Most of their soldiers, several thousand at least have repented and switched back to the revolution, at least in the région parisienne, only a few are still on the lam.
“By the end of the day, we can say that their bogus government has been debunked,” comrade Patrick was wrapping up the news on alpha waves for the l’Huma news feed. “However, Attali, Lecornu, and their entourage are still holding out. Although their news channel stations have been dismantled at several places, they are still popping up from others. Most of their soldiers, several thousand at least have repented and switched back to the revolution, at least in the région parisienne. Only a few are still on the lam.
The plants and the animals are tailing the fugitives, by Julie and Zelim-Philippe
The trees are marching into town, by Danièle and Olivier
“Animals and plants are tailing the fugitives, so we shall be able to arrest them soon. And we managed to continue the peaceful revolution invia the harp. The trees have resumed their march into the city, taking the free space available where the capexogarchs and their fasco mercs presumably wanted towould build roads and run cars again if we let them.”
“All of this conflict,” a wise chestnut tree told comrade Danièle who was interviewing the marching trees for l’Humanité. as well as her university license. “Comes from ignoring the ways of nature. Nature, especially plants will grow wild. When parts of them die, it is not a tragedy, because other plants will take over. Mushroom and even new shoots will sprout from a cut-off trunk, and once we grow tall again, birds, squirrels, insects will be able to live in us and of us again and help us spread. You humans say you have become more diligent and less nasty because you are now getgetting your goods for free through the economic circuit. Well, it has been the same thing in the natural circuit for time immemorial. We have all lived and worked together.”
In the evening, when the trees were sticking in their roots into the ground to rest, another wonderful thing happened. Rain. Plentiful, heavy rain that lasted at least for three-four hours if not the whole night. By the morning, the Mavoc count in the Paris region had decreased by over hundred percent everywhere. Then the sun rose for a seasonably cool, but pleasant day to do the rest.
“Which is natural,” Che explained. “The rain drowns many of the viruses, the toxins in the biomass, the ozone, the carbonyls, the metal compounds, then the sun dries out some more. Remember, you senior comrades, how they used to tell you, half an hour in the sun already takes care of over 80% of the Covet viruses.virus. Well, obviously it is about the same percentage if not more for the MA. Finally, since it is the cold season already, those viruses that remain no longer really get to multiply so easily. Similarly, the biomass, the ozone, the carbonyls, and the metal compounds decompose and react in the rain water and erodewear away further from the warm temperatures during the day and the cold at night. Finally, the biomass as well gets wet in the rain, then dries out in the sun, and then gets cold at night. Given that the underlying air pollution has already declined phenomenally since the revolution, it has become a lot easier to take care of sabotage like the one the Eleven Renegades practiced by natural means alone. We have already taken two major steps towards defeating the fascos this time around as well. We have stopped their coup, and we are in the process of defeating Mavoc.”
Chapter 6. Day Six. Urgent Announcement – Air is now Rationed
Air is now rationed, by Jean-Luc and Marius
“Tell us Laurence, why are you a peace researcher?” “Because of my papa, of course, who is a green and a peace activist, but also because of recent events. You can see how the capexogarchs and fascos ever and ever again try to stop and even reverse the course of the revolution. We can stop the war with revolution, as we have seen, but we also need peace and a peace movement to keep the revolution going.”
Anti-fascist
“The first reason for having a peace movement even in the revolution is its anti-fascist thrust. The peace movement is one, if not the most important bastion of anti-fascism, more important than the Antifa I submit. As Faroukh has explained, the Antifa has always been more of an artificial creation by the powerful to deflect the anger of the people from themselves to some, more or less obscure fascist or Neonazi leaders. Sometimes the bourgeois leaders and their media have also tried to deflect popular anger has also being deflected to discriminated groups such as the Palestinians, creating the need for the Antifada – combination of Antifa and Intifada –, and the many other Antifas.
The peace movement, on the other hand, is almost as important as the trade unions, although I must leave it to comrade Emmanuel, the trade unions have a very important lever in their hands, political strikes against war and preparations for war, such as rearmament, conscription, and mobilisation, all the way up to the declaration of war itself. However, the peace movement if it organises itself well has some tools almost as powerful, such as work in the media, in the churches, mosques, and synagogues, and temples, in the neighbourhoods, in the schools, and at the cultural centres. In multicultural areas such as the Paris region and even tiny little Aimeran, the peace movement can bring together members of formerly warring communities such as Ukrainians and Russians, Palestinians and Jews, members of hostile tribes infrom Africa, North Americans and South Americans, Turks and Kurds, Protestants and Catholics infrom Ireland, people with Confucian and people with Muslim background infrom China, and so on.
“The peace movement works hand in hand with the anti-fascist movement in the fight against all feelings of national, ethnic, racial, religious, gender, and other superiority. It also has roots in every village, quarter, and neighbourhood assembly. Some local peace movements have organised blue cells in every neighbourhood which might. These may coincide or overlap with the neighbourhood assemblies and which, apart. Apart from anti-war and pro-peace rallies, among other things, they may help to check on the spontaneous militia, find out whether a particular brigade really has the necessary quorum from the village assembly to enable it to act, or whether its members use only the appropriate weapons of self-defence, meaning make-shift tools such as sticks as well as red stun beams and shields. As you well know, the red shields will block their fasco brown beams as well as old-fashioned rifles and other guns, to a degree at least, don’t. Don’t rely on them entirely, run if you must, and the! The red revolutionary stun beams will render an aggressor unconscious for at most half an hour, giving a spontaneous militia brigade time to get a quorum, form a brigade, and arrest the perps. Everybody can use the red stun beams, the skill is taught in sports classes in school, as an additional measure to keep dangerous and lethal weapons unnecessary and obsolete. For this reason, the revolutionary peace movement has approved the red stun shields and beams.
Anti-American
As the post-war situation changed from struggle against the remnants of fascism to so-called superblock confrontation, the peace movement became gradually more anti-American. Not only, as the capitalist media alleged, because many of its members were Communists or members of front organisations, but also because the U.S. and its allies in the Global North-West were committing significantly more war crimes than the Soviet Union and its allies, let alone China and the people of the Global South. Think of Korea, Cuba, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, Venezuela, and Iran. The United States lookedappeared like the embodiment of colonialism and imperialism, and also like the prime environmental wrecker.
Anti-Zionist
At the latest with the Nakba, the bombing of Gaza, and the mistreatment of Palestinians in the West Jordan land, the Israeli state, especially under Benjamin Netanyahu, began to look more and more like a war criminal. This bad image became even worse because it was harder and harder to find enough Palestinian crimes to serve as reasonspretexts for violent Israeli strikes, blatant abuse and neglect, and killing of innocent Palestinians civilians. Yet comrades Olivier and Faroukh have put it well. Zionism and fascism, including post-revolutionary fasco terrorism are just the epitome of capitalism. Palestinian-Jewish conflict is not inevitable, in fact lately it has mostly dissolved into peace, friendship, and even family, except for the cases where intruders such as the Eleven Renegades have tried to wind up the two groups against each other and armed them.
Anti-colonial and anti-imperialist
“I think,” and Laurence straightened her back. “Anti-Zionism, anti-Semitism and all other forms of religious bigotry, chauvinism, and racism are not Communistcompatible with Communism and anarchist by nature.anarchy at all. As Communists and anarchists we are materialists and we look at what people do. If the Israeli state pushes capitalism and the Military Industrial Complex, chases Palestinians from their lands, and even bombs whole regions, as it did before the world revolution of 2021, it can no longer claim the excuse of the holocaust. It deserved to end up on the ash heap of history together with all other nations and states. If Americans behave as imperialists in South America, Europe, Asia, and Africa and push the most exploitative, unjust, and environmentally destructive form of capitalism imaginable, not only in the U.S. itself but world-wide, their past as a colonised region may no longer serve as an fig leaf for colonising likewise. The and even more brutally. We must revolutionise the U.S. must be revolutionised asand ex-U.S. together with all other regions in the world. The same holds for the British Empire, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Belgium, and all other former colonial powers.
“You might even argue that having been the victims of colonial exploitation and having continued to serve as workhouses for the Global North-West, may not serve as an excuse for the Indian, Chinese and other Asian governments before the revolution to engage in environmental destruction that harmed their own as well as the ecology of the whole planet. It is at this point that the peace and the green movements fuse. Environmental destruction is a war against nature, and more specifically the 72 quadrillion and more other harpists with whom we share the universe.
Pro-Harp
Harp Rally for Peace, by Danièle and Olivier
“In the past already, and in the future even more so, the revolutionary peace movement will be pro-harp or harpist, meaning it will defend animals, robots, and plants against exploitation, abuse, and violence to the same degree as humans, thereby also protecting the environment, and we shall not only protect it, but restore a more pristine environment with forests and fertile grasslands everywhere on the planet, small villages, organic, natural, and biological methods in farming and food production…”
There was a commotion at the door of the youth club. Orlando, or Orel as his friends called him, had run all the way from the Manouche camp and was panting, breathless, not even carrying his oxygen tank. “Pardon, pardon, I have to get through here. All of you, tune into European Empire immediately. They are running the most infamous announcement the world has ever seen.”
“Bonsoir, this is a decree by your patriotic government, now residing at Vincennes, president EmmanuelGabriel Attali and prime minister Fernand Lecornu. Due to the continued bombing of our air storage containers by the terrorist revolutionary forces and the resulting threat to the energy balance, we have been forced to take an extraordinary and unprecedented measure, the rationing of air. The modalities are as follows, one POT for each human, half a POT ofPot for each mammal in demonstrated need, one large tank per one-family house, apartment, or stable. You may sign up for delivery here on Empire Européen, as well as on luxenligne.com, getwhatyouwant.com and other shopping sites. Governments world-wide inspired by the Cause, or you could say, our common Future have taken or are taking equivalent measures, it. It is only the revolutionary terrorists, not war between nations that we have to fear..” And then there was an image of Attali and Lecornu hugging and kissing and a chorus of supporters chanting: Liberté, Marché, and either Nation or Patrie, probably to show their independence of spirit.”.
“What can we do now?” comradeComrade Pierre, energy engineer looked like a big, injured bird, helplessly flapping its wings. “They’ve got us with the energy bit. Producing enough oxygen tanks and filling them with adequate air is a Titanic task., especially if the crisis lasts longer. Our block energy works will break down soon.” Everybody else was talking at the same time, voicing hatred and concern.
Comrade Jean was already taking notes and then raised his hand to be allowed to speak. “I suggest we put this appeal out on l’Huma bio-radio and bio-TV: ‘Fellow comrades, we need not belabour the gravity of what has happened. The Reaction has taken the unprecedented step of introducing air rationing. But who are its figureheads: Gabriel Attali and Fernand Lecornu, two unknowns without any popular legitimation? We call on all of you, hold neighbourhood assemblies immediately, workplace and village assemblies, if you can, as soon as possible. Get all assemblies together on short notice, but definitely your neighbourhood assemblies and take a vote on whether you consider this announcement constructive and legitimate, yes or no. Send the result to l’Huma which will get it analysed by a dedicated brigade of Nanterre University economists and statisticians. By tomorrow morning we should have a resounding result from all over the French lands. The Reaction cannot force us to stop breathing. We shall be able to stop the pollution in short order and before the available supply of clean air, large air tanks and Pots runs out. We shall overrule these underground capitalists and fascists because they have no authority over us. Vive la liberté! Vive la révolution!” Everybody approved the appeal by raising their fist, applauding, or waving their hands, even Pierre, then the Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove and Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp assemblies proceeded to the discussion and vote on the counter-revolutionary decree itself.
Comrade Jean was already taking notes and then raised his hand to be allowed to speak. “I suggest we put this out over l’Huma bio-radio and bio-TV: Fellow comrades, we need not belabour the gravity of what has happened. The Reaction has taken the unprecedented step of introducing air rationing. But who are its figureheads: Emmanuel Attali and Fernand Lecornu, two unknowns without any popular legitimation. We call on all of you, hold neighbourhood assemblies immediately, workplace and village assemblies if you can as soon as possible. Get everybody together on such short notice, but definitely neighbourhood assemblies and take a vote on whether you consider this announcement legitimate. Send the result to l’Huma who will get it analysed by a dedicated brigade of Nanterre University economists. By tomorrow morning we should have a resounding result from all over the French lands. The Reaction cannot force us to stop breathing. We shall be able to stop the pollution in short order and before the available supply of clean air, large air tanks and Pots runs out. We shall overrule these underground capitalists and fascists because they have no authority over us. Vive la liberté!”
The discussion and vote at Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove and Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp went quickly. The humans voted no immediately, according to Robespierre, there was enough recycled metal, plastic, and enough renewable air for 72 quadrillion air tanks. The all living beings in this world would need. The animals held a brief discussion on why the mammals were only getting half a potPot regardless of their size, and the othersother animals none at all, then voted no as well. The plants remarked that they were continuing to produce oxygen to renew the air in the tanks, and that the putschists were ignoring their effort as well as their suffering from Mavoc, a point that humans, robots, and plants approved unanimously in a common resolution: Joint Harp communiqué: Solidarity with our comrades Plants. Then the robots added that the putschists seemed to ignore that most of them were supplementing their energy from the block energy works with solar-panels nowadays installed into even the smallest of them. They had used this plentiful energy to compute a ‘Plan for the production of POTs and tanks’ and found no reason why the counter-revolutionaries had seen a threat to the energy balance., which was upheld with renewable resources after all. Recycling available resources would allow production for several years at least, depending on the region. Comrade Pierre blushed and did not say anything. As for the material balance, the robots generalised comrade Robespierre’s argument. Recycling available resources would allow production for several years at least, depending on the region.
“We, the harp communities of Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp at Aimeran and Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove at Saint-Denis have rejected this rationing proposal unanimously and for good reason,” comrade Martine, material check expert, read the final statement. “It is uncalled for, coming from somewhere else in the Paris Region, whereas we are well capable of taking our decisions locally, it. It is unnecessary, because we have already supplied all of our harp residentsindividual harpists with small and our houses with largerlarge renewable renewable air tanks on a local basis on a local basis and are producing additional ones for backup and for sharing. We are counting our material and energy resources. They are all being thoroughly material-checked and our workshop is a well-equipped and self-managed unit with no hierarchy check pending. Moreover, we consider the decree immoral, since it is arrogating the power to deprive the people of air, a decision that in our Communist, anarchical organisation theythe people can only take themselves in their local harp assemblies consisting of equal numbers of humans, animals, robots, and plants, and if need be backing them it up with a referendum.”
By the time the broadcast had passed at l’Humanité, the intranet was already bursting with similar motions as well as calls for local, regional, and if the further-away comrades considered it desirable, continental and global referendums on the decree.
“A referendum might be a good idea, as it gives the whole process both an individual as well as a global note,” saidcommented Peter Gar, and the Illyrians voted to bio-message this as a short bio-reel in guise of support for the referendum idea, showing him sitting in the yalla pose, visibly meditating, “so as to save time and energy and add a gars touch to the democratic process.” deliberation,” as Patrick put it.
“It reminds me, back under capitalism I once voted for a small party called the Pirates,” the Gars recalled, “because I thought the capitalists would steal the vote anyway, which they did. Let’s hope this time they won’t.”
“I was thinking along the same lines,” said Alain. “And I can’t help thinking that the real goal behind the rationing is not only to reintroduce money through the backdoor, because they hope people will run to order from their sites and pay crypto, but even more directly to harm us by forcing us to give out too many air tanks until we run out of them. Then you can imagine the feast on European Empire when they would celebrate our embarrassment. That is why I keep calculating the amount of energy we need to produce Pots at full speed, and to refill them as well as the large tanks, in other words, our local energy balance. I can assure you comrades, we have got enough. There Today, there is a lot of wind for our windmill, yesterday. Yesterday still, there has been ample sunshine feeding the solar panels. The rain has raised the water level of the river Illie, speeding up our water turbine. And we have burnt a respectable amount of non-recyclable rubbish as well. What about metal, comrade Zamir?”
“Oh, not to worry, comrades, there is plenty of metal to be recycled, and every local underground workshop we liberate adds to the supply,” cheered Zamir.
“What about plastic, comrade Anton?” “Well, we, the village assemblies world-wide have taken the decision after the revolution to reduce the production of new synthetic material, and that includes plastic, to a bare minimum, and so far I find there is no reason to renege on that decision. Look, comrades, it is not as if you will need a new POTPot every week, or every day. ItYou care for it, you clean it, and it gets refilled with clean air, meaning air that has been thoroughly filtered and boosted with extra oxygen…”
“Could we run out of oxygen?”
“Only if they manage to spread ever new stuff. Otherwise, our comrades plants will keep producing the oxygen and the air will gradually cure itself with the help of wind, rain, cold, sun, the works basically…”
“We basically have to stand ready with bronze beams for the planes and drones and red beams for the pilots,” said Jean-Wadi. “Make sure they do not catch us unaware like they did a week agothe other day.”
Chapter 7. Day Seven. The Works work
A warm welcome by the revolutionaries and farewell to Mavoc, by Bashir and Sevim
“We might also consider the beam cocktail.garb. In fact, we find their counter-revolutionary Anti-Mavoc to be dodgy since it causes digestive disorders in mice,” said Fabienne.
“Even if we only spray it just to kill off the Mavoc in the air?” “Even if we only spray it, just to kill off the Mavoc in the air?” asked a disappointed-sounding Nah from Stuttgart.
“We At the moment, we are testing its effecteffects when inhaled at the moment,” said Maher. “But the main finding is, wind and rain do a lot, and while we cannot hope to destroy all the toxins just by a blanket firing of bronze, blue, red, and yellow beams…”
“Why yellow beams?” asked Jean-Saïd. “They are transport beams, not medicine, and not even self-defence weapons.”
“Because they may create wind, we are getting to that, mon pote,” Jean-Wadi sighed, slightly irritated by his little brother’s naïve question. “We can use the joint effect of the beams to create wind and rain.”
“Wow!” said Sylvain. “That’s phenomenal.”
“Not only phenomenal, but inherently democratic,” rejoiced Maher. “Because we can do it all ourselves, without planes, drones, or spray cans even. Please will you follow me outside, not forgetting to wear your Pots, and then launch as many beams as possible for about 30 minutes, bronze against metal compounds, blue against toxic ozone and carbonyls, red against toxins in the biomass, and yellow to create a little wind. Throw them in whatever order or to create a little wind to boost the others. Throw them in whatever order or all together, the mix does it, making sure not to travel away on the yellow beam of course, we’llwe still need you here!” And Maher also made a point of glowering at his cheeky little brother. There followed what can only be described as an extraordinary demonstration of will-powered beam works. Not only at Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp, but also at Aimeran, Versailles, Chartres, Paris, all over the région parisienne and the French lands, and the whole world over, revolutionaries were driving away the toxins with their good will, with their optimism, and their joy.
It did not rain that night, there was only a little breeze, and. Yet by next morning already, air counts of the fasco ozone, metals, especially aluminiummetal, carbonyls, biomass, and MA cocktail had decreased by several hundred percent, no less!, and at all the over twenty test locations Josip and Rosa got results from.
“That is the whole works, you see. In the beginning of the crisis, the wind transported the toxins, and that is why the situation got so very bad. When it rained the other day, many of them got destroyed already, then we used the beams on them, and now we just have to wait for the winter cold and the warm sun to slay the rest. And if we add more beams, we’ll just call it Plan B for beamwork.”
When the sun came out later that day, Laurence and most other sick people got better as well, animals recovered as well, and at least the branches of the plants looked a little healthier already, although obviously they had lost most of their leaves, and the grass and even the pines of the conifers looked yellowish, most probably at least in part because of Mavoc.
Laurence immediately started to reflect on her project again. “I wonder,” she asked into the round. “Why the green and the red thrusts of the revolution have so often fought in the past. Even my papa, who believes in social justice, and I think he was anti-capitalist already before the revolution, decided to rather combine environmental with peace activism, he did not straight away become a green Communist.
“Remember, we Communists have had to fight even with even our social-democratic and socialist comrades, let alone Greensnot even to mention the greens,” sighed old Georges. “We got together only for major campaigns and for the revolution itself when it came.”
“The capitalists managed to convince the greens that we needed capitalist resources, in other words, money to address the environmental problems,” suggested Alain.
“That is part of the reason why Julie and I came up with the idea of true green,” said Danièle. “True greens know first of all that environmental destruction can be stopped ultimately only by eliminating capitalism, and second, they know that social justice won’t be complete without animals and plants being allowed to participate in our decision-making at the harp assemblies, in. In fact, enlarge themthe latter to robots, because they are good at remembering and computing things, then youyou’ll get a mixed harp brigade or a harp assembly.”
“So, you are saying true greens who would have been anti-capitalist and harpists to begin with, would have ended up Communists anyway. What about the other way around?”
“Most likely, Communists would have been harpists to begin with, because of their deep sense of justice. Social-democrats and socialists not necessarily. It has to do with the latter’s trade unionist perspective. As a CommunistAs a trade unionist, you cannot just work for the revolution only, you must strive for improvements in the workers’ situation in the short term. So, you may say yes to occasional exploitation of nature just to make sure the workers and their families can survive and rise one day. And if you even lose the Communist perspective, you might condone even worse and constant abuse of the environment as happened under late capitalism, mining, large energy works, monopolised agriculture, agro-chemicals, Big Pharma, and last but not least, the extremely polluting Military Industrial Complex.”
“I was going to say, it was the same with the peace movement. Those who were truly for peace like my papa, had to be anti-capitalist, but then there were always the national interest groups, as my papa calls them, those who were clamouring for one warring party or the other, the Iranians or the Saudis, the Russians or the Ukrainians, the Palestinians or the Jews.”
“Yes,” said Dominique. “They were with us part of the way, but when we started to discuss what needed to be done to end all war, namely disarm, stop the exploitation of the environment, and make sure literally everybody was happy, meaning every individual, every social group, the whole society in each country or region, most of them balked. ‘That’s too big a task!’ they said, those of them not yet thoroughly acquainted with Marxism. Not all of them, mind you. Many Russian, Ukrainian and other post-Soviet left-wingers, be they socialist, Communist, or anarchists were with us, so were many Palestinian Intifadists – they always marched with the slogan Intifada-Revolution, because they knew they would not possibly be able to do away with Zionism without being able to do away with the capitalist state and capitalism tout court.”
“So, the red, the green, and the peace thrust belong together,” said Laurence. “They are all equally important. But then when you do a revolution, which one should come first?”?
“It will depend on the situation. Most likely, the three thrusts will then converge and proceed together and with others such as the fake-vax movement, Fridays for the Future, which was already a red-green movement to begin with, wasn’t it, the yellow vests, the LBGTQIA movement, the women’s movement, the migrants, the students, the retired people, all the poor and disenfranchised, as happened in 2021 in our world revolution. Yet as long as they let themselves be misled by capitalist propagandists and smearers, none of these movements will blossom, and no revolution will ever come to fruition.”
How to beat the MA virus, by Josip and Rosa
“We can come back to that, but Josip and Rosa have managed to develop the updated antivirus to the computer version of the MA virus, which we’ll be able to apprehend now even when it is air-borne.”
“That is the gist of it,” said Rosa. “As you know, we have a whole host of anti-viral measures, – the Chinese wall, the Illyrian Digital Hounds, and the revolutionary Bio-thicket –, which can even regrow a damaged firewall –,, and their number and strength has even increased since we have the intranet. The new task works a bit like the Illyrian Digital Hounds, meaning it is mobile, repairs holes in the Chinese firewall and in the bio-thicket, if the latter cannot grow back into them on its own, and catches e-mail bugs and dangerous links. We have called it the Megapno antivirus, after our friend the Megapnosaurus, known for its funny, yet truthful sarcasms and inventor of the term capexogarchs for underground capitalists and ex-oligarchs. It works the best against MA, meaning Moral Atrophy, because in its ironic manner, it raises people’s mood, self-confidence, and awareness, and helps activate the Moral Imperative both in robots as well as in people. The moral imperative, as you will remember, consists of three programming lines only, yet. Yet every revolutionary computer giving advice and every revolutionary human taking action has to respect them, namely: Do not do harm! Look for village assembly decisions on the good or issue you are researching, taken in full consensus if possible! Look for best practice recommendations for the actions you are contemplating!
“So, remember the main lesson from this epidemic. It turns out that the best natural remedies against Mavoc and other viruses aggravated with pollution are wind and rain, cold and sun not being altogether bad either,. We call it the works. They can be supplemented by our harmless revolutionary beam garbs. By the way, just as an example of how the ‘Do no harm’ moral imperative works, while most village assemblies have already approved olive leave sap as a remedy against Moral Atrophy, wemost of them ask everybody to wait before taking chestnut leavesleave sap against Moral Atrophy, since it has not been fully material-checked yet..”
Chapter 8. Day Eight. Liberating the Pals
Liberating the Pals, by Emmanuel and Laurence
“Finally, on Day 8 of the crisis, with the Mavoc clearing, we finally had the (wo)man power and the physical strength to work over the map with all the production sites we had gotten from Paul,” explainedbegan Bashir, junior economist, who was moderating.
“The workers typically greeted us, meaning the quorumed spontaneous revolutionary brigades with relief,” Jean reported. “Most of these workshops had been revolutionary policlinics, cultural centres, logistics organisations, or sports clubs before the fascos captured them wholly or in part.
“This capture typically started with one or two workers gathering others around him- or herself and spitting racist and other counter-revolutionary invective. They then formed what we revolutionaries called a brown cell, although they did not call themselves that way. If on the ball, the revolutionaries would at that stage already form a red cell to counter them, and or invite in a trade union councillor for a hierarchy check. ‘Look, we could say, therethey are always together in one group, they talk nasty, and they always together hold with their leader in the workplace assembly. Can’t we ween the workers back from them?’ If we were lucky, we succeeded already at that stage to spring their trap. Yet if we were unlucky, the attempted take-over passed into the next stage: monetarisation, or offering products and services against crypto. .”
“At policlinics, the,” comrade Laurence continued from here. “The dark web merchants typically suggested buying the counter-revolutionary Mavoc 21 vaccine, not just the olive tree leaves and their sap, but themthat together with their whole pharmaceutical wrapping in addition,– steroids, amphetamines, tranquilisers, and neurolepts all mixed. A nefarious cocktail capable of throwing a bull, let alone a senior comrade weakened already by the polluted air.
“At cultural centres they suggested creating an amusement section, ‘with more light entertainment, especially in these difficult times,’ they would lament and manage to sway some of the workers and artists with sick relatives to agree.
“At logistics organisations, they argued that the revolutionary orgas would be overwhelmed by the transport of all the required medicine, oxygen tanks, small and large, and drills when these tanks had to be buried to protect them against air raids. Remember that the fascos originally claimed that the revolutionaries had bombed the tanks, not they themselves.
“And finally, they argued of course that crime would rise, and that it would be important to avail yourselves of the weapon’s training at their sports studios. Sports clubs were typically revolutionary and just offered wrestling and more artistic Martial Arts, the. The counter-revolutionary outfits were called sports studios, lavishly decorated, cost crypto, and taught violent and even lethal moves.
“Once the workers knew that part of or their whole enterprise was working on crypto, there rose the danger of a so-called cryptoleak. Aside from threatening them with the infamous cryptoleak avengers, the current crisis offered them another excuse. They would not want to complicate the situation for the revolution even more, some especially devious right-wing agitators argued, by now revealing that they knew about an increase in crypto-circulation. That could wait until after the crisis, couldn’t it?’
“Then once the fake government had announced the trumped up rationing policy, they tried to convince people on their websites and at the shadow corners on the markets and at the share points to buy available extra Pots as well as large tanks against crypto. They would be delivered via a logistics station transporter, also against crypto, but no one need even know about it. The parents could tell their children that they had gotten tanks for free at the markets or share points as would be normal, or had opted for the rationed ones from the fasco government. In either case, no need to reveal a cryptoleak.
“Philippe and his brigade have estimated that by ambivalent and specious arguments like these they managed to recruit several thousand workers for work in their pals, plus several thousand as soldiers, but that the lattertaken together these definitely did not amount to no more than a third of the latent fasco sympathisers. This is why they had to operate with lies and blackmail..”
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“The thrustworthiness of Markus Nah’s antivirus hadhas been tarnished by the fasco’ peddling it. Hence most village assemblies have decided to treat only very polluted areas with anti-Mavoc, relying instead on the works as well as daily “beamingbeam garbs.”
““Merci, Laurence. You have really managed to worm yourselves into this complicated issue. At one point we wondered though,” Jean-Saïd took back over here.from Laurence. “How to treat these particularly polluted areas since they were often quite large, almost the whole of the city of Paris and large parts of the former suburbs, be it that both were dispersing further into the countryside already? And it turned out there turned out there is a new use for our revolutionary yellow transport beams apart from creating gentle whiffs of air. They
First of all, they can transport BioNotTech’s new anti-virus, if the people and the harpists desire. Some village assemblies have approved it, though not Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp, Aimeran, and Guémeron. And secondly, they may give a special boost to red beams so as to dispel bio mass, to blue beams so as to diffusecrack poisonous chemicals and to bronze beams so as to knock out toxic metals..”
Chapter 9. Day Nine. Permanent Revolution
The answers to Question Number One in general, by Philippe, Pascal, Hisham, and Rim
“The first question was: Why do you think did the underground capitalists and fascos started Mavoc and the latest coup? 30% said, because they are evil, another 30% because the revolution has shortcomings, 20% because the capitalists and their mercs crave money, 10% because they crave power, 10% gave other reasons or did not know. You notice the big schism between the 60% who blame the capitalists and their mercs, and the 30% who blame shortcomings of the revolution. We wanted to follow up on each of these directions, but because multiple answers were possible for question one, we asked the follow-up questions again to the whole sample of 1000, which included all residents of Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp, also sometimes called Aimeran Sud, all residents of Aimeran Centre, Nord, and Ouest and the residents of Guémeron, or Aimeran Est. Are you with me so far? Any questions?”
“Yes,” asked young comrade Zamir, “what were the additional reasons comrades gave?”
“I’ll get back to that, let us first look at the larger groups. Starting with answer one, they were evil. Of course, we asked in what way? And as was to be expected, some of the answers matched those who had answered they had craved either wealth or power. 30% of the 30%, in other words 10% said they considered capitalists evil because they were greedy.
“I’ll get back to that, let us first look at the larger groups. Starting with answer one, they were evil. Of course, we asked in what way? And as was to be expected, some of the answers matched those who had answered they had craved either wealth or power. Another 30% of the 30%, in other words 10% said they considered capitalists evil because they were greedy.
The answers to Question Number One in detail, by Philippe, Pascal, Hisham, and Rim
From now on, I shall always give you the percentages as percentages of the larger sample to make it easier to match answer. So, in the case of this first answer 40% thought they were chasing after money, wealth, profit, in other words, they were typical followers of capitalism. An additional 10% said they were bossy types. That matches the answer that blamed Mavoc and the coup on lust for power, bringing the overall number of those blaming the crypto capitalist fasco coup on their craving power to 30%. Additional answers were, they are criminally insane – 5% , they are corrupt to the core – 5%, they are misfits – 5%, and they are following family tradition – 5%. Now we come to the final ten percent, an interesting 2% wrote they can’t suffer all the inequality that exists in the world.”
“I wrote that,” said Zamir.
“In a moment we shall merge you with the 30% that blamed the Mavoc and the coup on the shortcomings of the revolution. I wonder, why did you not choose answer 2, comrade Zamir?”
“I wrote the same,” said Zamir’s brother, Jean-Wadi. “Who else did?” About twentyNineteen hands went up, those of almost , if not all the thirty-six young Illyrians andIllyrian and Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove revolutionaries and their associates from the Garden Colony and the Manouche Camp as well as those ofin the neighbourhood assemblies Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove.sample. “The reason being that this lack of equality is not really a shortcoming of the revolution. The revolution simply is not ready yet. Not all the living conditions of humans around the world have been equalised yet, and now we want to make sure to ensure the happiness of animals and plants as well. The underground capitalists and fascos are just bickering. That is all there is to it.”
Philippe laughed. “Bully to you, young comrades. We’ll tackle that problem as we go along. Another two percent wrote that the capitalists and fascos craved liberty, and 6% that they did not know.”
“Could these 2% who said the capitalists and fascos craved liberty also be capitalist and fasco sympathisers looking for an excuse?” asked Peter Gar.
“Possibly, although we asked the question whether they had any sympathies for the coup separately, and there the typical 0.07% answered yes, meaning there seem to be no more than 1 or at most 2 persons with admitted pro-capitalist or pro-fascist feelings in every 2000.”
“Consider my question as upheld!” said Peter Gar to smirks from the young revolutionaries.
“We shall come back to it later then. Let’s first analyse the 30% who named shortcomings of the revolution that may have given the fascos a reason.
They cannot get everything they want, 10% of those naming shortcomings, 3% of the overall sample. From now on again, I shall give you only the answers referring to the overall sample. There is not enough time to do everything they want to do, another 3%. The ecological thrust is not advancing fast enough, 12% , democracy is not ensured 9%, security is not ensured, another 3%.
Shortcomings of the revolution alleged by the fascos according to the survey, by Philippe, Pascal, Hisham, and Rim
“As far as wanting even more, where all the basics are already for free, complaining about lack of time to mask idleness and bungling, moping about security risks, and lack of democracy, d’accord, but do people really think that so many fascos are concerned about delay with the environmental thrust of the revolution? They don’t like the dispersion of the agglos, the march of the trees, because they mean fewer comforts and yeah, less security for their villas. They are not really concerned about regreening the deserts, and they don’t like ‘Animal lives matter. Plant lives triumph.’ I wouldshould think the proportions would be reversed, 12% concerned about security, and only 3% about the environment,” heldargued Denis.
“Maybe everybody’s concern for the environment was shining through there? That of the revolutionaries included,” hypothesisedhypothesized Patrick.
“And I think there are probably more ex-capitalists and fascos who think they are not getting what they need. 3% seem too low,” ventured Peter Gar.
“We were concerned by this result as well, so we asked the whole sample, not only those who had named shortcomings as a reason for doing Mavoc and the coup, what they thought the fascos did not like about the revolution. 10% said not getting what they want, 10% not having enough time, 30% the environmental thrust not advancing fast enough, 30% lack of democracy, 10% lack of security, and 10% yet other reasons, among which 42%, lack of equality, 4 2%, lack of liberty, and 6%, no idea why they don’t like the revolution. So, you wouldn’t believe it but the proportions are more or less equivalent. Lack of democracy is mentioned a bit more often, the environment a bit less. So, the subsample is not too far from the overall result.”
“Let’s try it another way,” proposed Jean when he saw the many doubting faces. “Let’s ask all those who have recently switched to the revolution, not comrades Jacques and Co. who have been with the revolution for donkey’s years, but Yannick, Iwan, Paul, Markus and Stefan Nah, Ian Fern, Marcel Huntziger, who else is there…? What would you, new comrades and former ex-capitalist and fasco sympathisers have considered the main shortcomings of the revolution when you were with them?”
After bio-messaging around in the larger area around Aimeran, Philippe and his brigade put together a minimum valid sample of thirty-five ex-capitalists and fascos that answered the question as follows: 7 individuals (20%) named lack of liberty, another 20% the absence of money, and another 20% the absence of some goods, for instance, private cars or private villas. Four individuals (10%) mentioned lack of security, 2 individuals (5%) inadequate environment, where they somewhat incongruently named lack of green and lack of roads as their examples, and another 5% lack of progress, intranet and march of the trees being backward steps according to them, and 6 (18%) really couldn’t remember how they would have thought.
“I know what happened, we were struck with blindness,” Patrick had to laugh, infecting others. “The environmental thrust not making enough progress at least to some of them might have meant our achievements, meaning 90% fewer cars on the roads, less than 1% tarmac being left on the roads, fewer concrete support structures, etcand so on.”
“Exactly,” said Yannick. “We meant to keep more of these. And by lack of progress some of us would have even meant fewer weapons. You know how under capitalism people got excited about the latest rifle, military plane, tank, or drone model.”
“That’s a nightmare,” said Laurence. “Imagine people or rather the classes and political movements they are associating with disagreeing so profoundly on the very meaning of things. Lucky that we have the harp assemblies…
“The revolution will always do well as long as there is permanent discussion in the harp, because it creates time for everybody to come to terms with difficult contradictions and can be very fast when everybody is in favour or opposed to a measure.
Discussions in the harp assemblies are there not only to take decisions, but to give space and time to everybody to think and formulate their ideas. That is why we Communists of Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp and Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove give all our young comrades the opportunity to present their school and university projects at our plenary assembly once they have reached a certain degree of fruition.
The harp assemblies allow us to check our aggression by discussing our difficulties with our comrades and get help. They are not the only possible forum. First and foremost, there is our family, our parents, brothers and sisters, grandma and grandpa, our uncles, aunts, and cousins. Some of us at Illyria and elsewhere live in triangular or other unorthodox arrangements. In the revolution, it is perfectly alright to have three parents, and or two mamans or two papas. Right next to our family, there are our buddies. At the latest in kindergarden every young revolutionary will find or be assigned a human buddy with whom they can share everything from bed to homework to holiday. In addition, there will be a harpoid robot buddy in a shape the young revolutionary or their loved ones choose for him or her. There can also be different animal and plant buddies at various stages in your life. The young revolutionary is bound to find other friends in his or her brigades at school, at work, at university, and in the social movements. Yet his or her closest buddies will always be there for him or her whatever happens, just as his or her family, school, university, and workplace brigade, and neighbourhood assembly. In this way, the revolution will hopefully soon promote friendship and solidarity between all harpists as well.
“Discussions in the harp assemblies are there not only to take decisions, but to give space and time to everybody to think and formulate their ideas. That is why we Communists of Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp and Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove give all our young comrades the opportunity to present their school and university projects at our plenary assembly once they have reached a certain degree of fruition.
“The harp assemblies allow us to check our aggression by discussing our difficulties with our comrades and get help. They are not the only possible forum. First and foremost, there is our family, our parents, brothers and sisters, grandma and grandpa, our uncles, aunts, and cousins. Some of us at Illyria and elsewhere live in triangular or other unorthodox arrangements. In the revolution, it is perfectly alright to have three parents, and or two mamans or two papas. Right next to our family, there are our buddies. At the latest in kindergarden every young revolutionary will find or be assigned a human buddy with whom they can share everything from bed to homework to holiday. In addition, there will be a harpoid robot buddy in a shape the young revolutionary or their loved ones choose for him or her. There can also be different animal and plant buddies at various stages in your life. The young revolutionary is bound to find other friends in his or her brigades at school, at work, at university, and in the social movements. Yet his or her closest buddies will always be there for him or her whatever happens, just as his or her family, school, university, and workplace brigade, and neighbourhood assembly. In a similar way, the revolution will hopefully soon promote friendship and solidarity not only between all humans, but between all harpists as well.”
There were a few moments of silence. Then Emmanuel began to clap, stood up and hugged his pregnant bunny.
“That’s it for now?” asked his maman, comrade Aurélie, who was moderating.
“For now, yes,” said Laurence. “Follow“Oh, no, one last thing. I don’t know whether you have followed events. Attali and Lecornu have disappeared from Vincennes. Rumours want it that they first went to confer with their old patron, ex-president Macron. Now we have lost their trace. We know for sure that they have not joined up with the Eleven Renegades, because even if we don’t know where exactly these are, we are following their intranet to find out about any more nefarious plans they may have. Attali and Lecornu have not appeared in any of the feed. There are more rumours that Macron convinced them to make up with the revolution and that Gabriel Attali wants to be a writer on social and environmental issues like his famous ancestor, president Mitterand’s austerity guru, and his partner Fernand wants to be a hunter. They are negative examples for us young revolutionaries. We want to overcome all remnants of austerity, poverty, and deprivation and keep hunting totally forbidden, all the more so as it opens the door to weapons’ production.”
“Cherished comrade Laurence, in that context, may I ask you a question?” asked Yannick. “Something that has bugged me about our organisation from the first moment is this, can a visitor propose change? Let’s say a brigade or neighbourhood assembly is deliberating an issue and somebody pops in and says, Listen, that may be the way to do it.”
“Of course, and the visitor may even be entitled to participate in the vote if there is no consensus and there has got to be a majority decision. First of all, if he is a close-by neighbour, he or she will be concerned anyway by the decisions the neighbours take if it is a neighbourhood or village assembly or the partner assembly if is a workplace assembly. Even as a far-away neighbour or partner, they will be concerned negatively as victims of pollution, for example, or positively, as partners in barter or in helping migrants.”
“A visitor may also be well-placed to urge a hierarchy or material check,” added Pascal. “He or she may have the more objective view.”
“And anyway, we have the practice of referendums if ever an assembly does not take friendly advice seriously,” said Philippe. “And there everybody gets to vote, be they close neighbours or visitors from afar.”
“And can they force you to loud things?” asked Jean-Saïd.
“Not at all, especially not if you are keeping things low-key or subliminal as part of a hierarchy check,” said Jean as if he had read his mind. “You are referring to the time when we did not have the quorum for deflecting the beam and arresting Attali and Lecornu, who granted, were counter-revolutionaries but had not done much except talk? Going ahead anyway would have probably gotten us a hierarchy check by several village assemblies on their way as well as the workplace assembly at the prison. Remember in Communism and anarchy, there are no rules, let alone iron-clad rules. There is only time-tested ways of organising things.”
“Mon Dieu,” said Yannick. “Now I understand. So, you do not think Attali and Lecornu deserve to go to prison? They wanted to ration air!!!”
“Maybe they do deserve to go to prison,” said Jean. “Maybe they will get there, eventually. But at that point, four days ago, it seems like it was ages ago, the Aimeran village assemblies said no.”
“Comrade Yannick,” Laurence stiffened. “You also did not have to go to prison even though you and your Hacking Pentagon, as it was called back then, had hacked our minutes and was already planning to hack our trefoil app. We must follow the way the red, meaning equality and social thrust of the revolution, the green and environmental thrust, and the blue, meaning peace movement thrust of the revolution are interlacing in almost every decision we make and in everything we do. And it It is like papa , pardon, comrade Dominique says, without revolution, no peace, and without peace, no more revolution.” Now they all clapped, her papa, Dominique the loudest.
“Over to you then, comrade Jean-Luc!” said comrade Pauline, Karima’s fellow nurse, who had taken over the moderation from Aurélie. at Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove. “Maybe you would like to say a few words this evening already? And then we want to be sure that you all take your olive leave punch. Mavoc shouldn’t last forever.”
Postscript in Illyria and Saint-Denis. Give Peace a Chance!
Joanne Eralte refusing the fascos, by Jean-Luc and Marius
“My planning story will play out in 2021, just a few months before the world revolution erupted in earnest,” Jean-Luc eagerly launched into his presentation. “The maire of Paris back then was Joanne Eralte.”
“Not related to Anne Dalgo, the wife of right-wing media mogul Arnaud Arrolle by any chance?” joked his buddy, Marius.
“No, no, Joanne was a socialist, maybe even a Communist. In fact, there is an AI clip of her on Futuregram walking up to Arrolle, Stérilé and other capitalists and fascos, Limarna – Liberté, Marché, Nation think tank types in black suits and saying, ‘Hi, I am not your pussy, Anne Dalgo, but Joanne Eralte, with me you won’t get very far.’ With her social and anti-business reforms, as the capitalist media called them, coming on top of the Covet crisis, she had basically created a revolutionary situation already a few months before the world-wide outbreak in July 2021.
“Her advisers from all over the world, Cuba, Santo Domingo, Spain, Russia, America, India, China, the French lands, many more, persuaded her the world revolution was just around the corner and it was worth it holding out until everybody else came around as well. Yet the capitalists would not have it. They were threatening to interrupt food and other deliveries to Paris. And of course, as usual, they were beginning to cut Paris the purse strings. So, she needed mathematical planners and material accountants to come up with solutions very fast. And this is where my accounting project begins.”
The discussions and adventures of our comrades from Illyria Garden Colony Manouche Camp and Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove shall continue in Life in Communism 2.1. Revolutionary Accounting, ‘Les Jours heureux. Wonder-Cattle’, The Metalmongers, and ‘Kindergarden Manifesto. Second Edition’.
Map of Illyria and Aimeran at the time of comrade Laurence’s presentation “Life in Communism 2.1 In the sign of the peace dove? Gasping for air”, in autumn and winter of Year 20-21 of the Revolution, by Marius and Jean-Luc
Maps and Plans of our rural cooperative Illyria, Yvelines, and our neighbourhood assemblies Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove on 76 rue de Lorraine, Saint-Denis, state in the autumn and winter of Year 20-21 of the Revolution during comrade Laurence’s presentation “Life in Communism 2.1 In the sign of the peace dove? Gasping for air”, there are 17 three-room apartments with the bedrooms occupied as follows, 3rd generation Young Revolutionaries marked in italics, 4th generation Young Revolutionaries in bold italics:
Apartments in the old Farmhouse
Apartments above the Robot Workshop
Apartments above the Stables
Apartments above the Furniture and Clothes Workshops
Dark blue: furniture workshop, light blue: clothes workshop
Inhabitants of the Garden Colony and the Manouche Camp
Neighbourhood Assemblies Casa Latina Russki Dom Peace Dove at 76 rue de Lorraine, Saint-Denis
Yellow: first floor, youth club; Green: second floor; Red: third floor; Blue: fourth floor, and violet: fifth floor. 2nd and 3rd floors: Casa Latina Russki Dom, 4th and 5th floor: Peace Dove.
Other books by Carla O’Gallchobhair you will enjoy:
the Woods, by Carla O’Gallchobhair. Young comrade Danièle and her comrades outline ways humans, animals, including time-travelled dinosaurs, plants and their robots might overcome the difference between city and countryside and restore one of the world’s most pristine natural habitats, the forest. Meanwhile, the fascos have wrought new damage in the Taiga using the Moral Atrophy virus and White Phosphorous and are about to launch a new campaign to undermine self-management and a major movement of the revolution, the trade unions.
