HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD (31): The Master
Through the narrow and dark alleys of the old city, the Master walked home. Home meaning the SiTU Academy. It was a dream and a strategy which he had followed, when he decided to stay here and prepare for battle. Some called this period Armageddon, some the Kali Yuga or the End of Time, some Global Warming.
In the last decades there has been a tremendous increase and progress in nano- and other technologies. Instead of using it to solve the major problems of mankind; being epidemics, starvation, stagnating food production or dna-changes which would make man immortal, like the Gods, it was spend on weaponry and training people to use it. Sometimes the cooperations, who made a living with selling guns and submarines, got lucky, and a real war broke out. The ultimate testinggrounds.
In 2010 worldwide over a trillion dollars was spend on it. You can double that, when you take into account the covert actions of several Intelligence Agencies and the Black Projects of the Military.
He walked through the gate. The Academy used to be a youthhostel. But because world wide tourism and travelling had diminished, he had rented it. At first he used it as a place to stay and he invested his last money to buy some computers and other stuff. The bridal suite became his office.
Carefully he unfolded his plans. Situ started as an on-line service for people who had trouble with their homework or study. It was something he was good at, being a teacher all his life. Because he used a webcam, he could become as close to a pupil, as he wanted to. Part of the program were social activities. Helping the elderly or cleaning the city. It was the beginning of the transformation process he called SiTU. His pupils werer the warriors of the future.
He closed the door of his study behind him. The cards still lay on the table.
He was glad to have them back. Cards were programmed by the owner and got more and more valuable in time. They contained all his written and spoken words of the last 10 years for instance and music. That was the card he took. “Greatest Hits” he had called it. His personal musical caleidoscope and encyclopedia. He could replay the concerts he had visited and festivals, like PinkPop.
But the card had some extra functions. When he manipulated the card, an holographic projection would appear in front of him. An image he could hold in his hands if he wanted to.
Music can change the world. Why? Because the Enemy has no sense of humour and they don't swing. Music for them is a ceremony, not a lust for life.
In the last decades there has been a tremendous increase and progress in nano- and other technologies. Instead of using it to solve the major problems of mankind; being epidemics, starvation, stagnating food production or dna-changes which would make man immortal, like the Gods, it was spend on weaponry and training people to use it. Sometimes the cooperations, who made a living with selling guns and submarines, got lucky, and a real war broke out. The ultimate testinggrounds.
In 2010 worldwide over a trillion dollars was spend on it. You can double that, when you take into account the covert actions of several Intelligence Agencies and the Black Projects of the Military.
He walked through the gate. The Academy used to be a youthhostel. But because world wide tourism and travelling had diminished, he had rented it. At first he used it as a place to stay and he invested his last money to buy some computers and other stuff. The bridal suite became his office.
Carefully he unfolded his plans. Situ started as an on-line service for people who had trouble with their homework or study. It was something he was good at, being a teacher all his life. Because he used a webcam, he could become as close to a pupil, as he wanted to. Part of the program were social activities. Helping the elderly or cleaning the city. It was the beginning of the transformation process he called SiTU. His pupils werer the warriors of the future.
He closed the door of his study behind him. The cards still lay on the table.
He was glad to have them back. Cards were programmed by the owner and got more and more valuable in time. They contained all his written and spoken words of the last 10 years for instance and music. That was the card he took. “Greatest Hits” he had called it. His personal musical caleidoscope and encyclopedia. He could replay the concerts he had visited and festivals, like PinkPop.
But the card had some extra functions. When he manipulated the card, an holographic projection would appear in front of him. An image he could hold in his hands if he wanted to.
Music can change the world. Why? Because the Enemy has no sense of humour and they don't swing. Music for them is a ceremony, not a lust for life.
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