His wonders to perform..
(begun Saturday 21st July at 10.55am..)
Scientific research? Along the lines of the article at Gizmodo.com 'Scanners will instantly know everything about you from 164 feet away'? Adaptations made to an existing technology created by Stef Roux, or is his version of a laser technology communications system, light years from the above-mentioned scanner? All along I should've been referring to my Area Controller as a Data Capturer, and not a sadistic, perverted, eavesdropping, image-thieving PIG? Tsk. Who knew... *winks..
All this vital-to-world-peace information he's been stealing from homes cross the Zone over the years, is relayed to which august academic institution for further studies? The CSIR? May I ask the name of the academic officer who liaises with Collin P. Balliram in his noble efforts to record how many times a day I take a dump, pick my nose, pluck my chin whiskers, or submerge Millie the Gross in a hot bath?
I strongly doubt that Francesco Petruccione would consider any of those areas worthy of his interest, and the same applies to Professor Roux... Care to give us some of the intellectual's names that you share our most intimate details with, o Tosserman? Once you've skimmed off the information you think our Earl might be interested in? Oh, come on now! Barnabas wouldn't have leapt at the chance of managing this Operation if it hadn't been seriously lucrative..
His banned-substance empire had already made him a wealthy man, long before the Telkom Agents dangled the Stolen Information Market under his nose..
Going to work for the Project Authors saw to it that he could have the best of both worlds.. Continue to flood the country with drugs, but now on a scale he'd never have dreamed was possible, while literally holding the power of life or death over the Zone community, by way of the surveillance technology.. Farking ace, my man...*applauds...
Has Michael Barnabas acquired himself a degree in Data Processing within the last decade or so, or was he, as I've always claimed, chosen simply because of his criminally callous attitude to his fellow-man and his long list of wealthy customers and contacts?
See Jannie, I'm sure you'll get why I don't buy the research crap for one second, though ja, it would've been pretty damning if your Superiors were to tell the truth. That it's information theft, designed to ultimately control the entire population, be it by blackmail or juggling with their health...
You and your shared IT Monkey have certainly put your backs into researching the latter, hey Earl? How many terminal take-outs so far? Excluding the growing list of 'unavoidable errors' that is? No, I'm talking about the Nayagers and the Careys around here, not the Garys and the Carols, and the likes of Mr. Essay.. All the people that are now sick or dead, simply because you and Balliram are having such fun at playing god?
And Allen? No misgivings at all, once it became obvious that the standard 220volts per household wouldn't cut it when an individual power supply was invaded and the monitoring technology activated? Was I the only one whining about the extreme waves of heat in our house, and the constant melt-down of so many of our assets?
Had the enormous amounts of additional energy required to utilise the home invasion monitoring fully, been factored in, well in advance? Where are the Minutes of all those Meetings held back in the nineties?
The ones attended by the likes of Sutcliffe, Spence, and Barnabas?
Jannie? No records were kept for security reasons? *falls over choking Pull the other one, dude... Your Bosses will have every last detail tucked away safely, to be trotted out for leverage purposes if need be...
I'd kill to read your files on Allen Spence... A seemingly intelligent, well-educated guy, who looks like he's never broken a law in his life.. Until now, that is.. Had he started asking awkward questions just prior to being given his larnie Superintendent of Electricity for Durban title, and the no-doubt hefty cash injection to his bank balance that went with it? Even then, I'm still puzzled by how easily he swallowed the crock known as the Sales Pitch. No really.. If he didn't attempt to wade through my online gibberings himself, I'm damned sure he would've heard second-hand of my tales of woe, and of the suffering endured by the designated guinea-pigs here in the Crescent?
Am I giving him more credit than he deserves, when I would've thought the fellow could actually tell good from bad? Was he in an early mid-life crisis situation, and the Project arrived in the nick of time to put the spring back in his step?
Regain his rapidly fading youth by sticking it to annoying and often faceless community members, by happily handing control of their powerlines over to criminals, and not sparing them another thought? There are way more good than bad people out there, but I guess the thing I didn't allow for, was the power of the financial reward, and the desire to fit in with today's IT savvy youngsters...
Who was it that first came up with the idea of using us as a teaching aid? Was this little corner of Sherwood/Sydenham always doomed to be chosen for the so-called trials, or was that only confirmed after those brilliant white balls of light had run the route in the mid-nineties, and confirmed us to be the ideal spot topographically? I guess that's it, ja..
Spence had insisted that the Cato Crest Informal Settlement was the other test area to be gifted with what he referred to as highly technical computerised anti-cable theft devices added to our streetlights. (Which turned out to be Telkom's white wireless boxes in the early days).
Was Balliram able to manage both sections, or did those unfortunate shack-dwellers acquire their own equally vicious Controller? There's no point in asking how the chosen victims down that way are surviving, as the truth is the last thing the Project Authors would ever encourage... You've noticed that Al? That lying outright, or by omission, has been the order of the day since Petruccione rigged up UKZN and Stef introduced his quantum laser communications system?
From the continued obsessive interest displayed by Balliram towards my bathing habits, am I to conclude that Millie the Gross has her own Fan Club? A bunch of highly qualified researchers who wait avidly each day for my Handler to forward the latest captured images? Did they note the interesting fact that the Abomination weeps copiously while under attack from the BackFire frequency? Did they also note that between December and March she hardly shed so much as a tear, when my Controller had switched from the BF frequency and concentrated his attentions on the soft tissue at the top of my raddled thigh, crippling me as a result?
Any medically accredited researchers amongst Millie's scientist fans who have a simple explanation for that phenomenon? The higher the levels of BF employed, the more copiously she weeps, as she grows in leaps and bounds... You're nauseated? Then you're clearly not yet ready to be a Handler, or you need a few more weeks at the Brainwashing Bootcamp set up by Jannie van Zyl, before you're worthy of earning your Certificate of Callousness....
I've a mind that Mr. Hokonara and Mr. Ivanovitch sit on the knowledge of an oral medication that would destroy Millie without side-effects or surgery, and I fantasize that my name will be pulled out of a hat sooner, rather than later.. *lights up number 42.... Ah yes, that could present a problem as well... Insurmountable? There are miracles hidden out there in the medical field, and removing Millie and re-generating my blackened lungs are probably child's play to achieve, though it's unlikely those secrets will be revealed in my life-time.. *shrugs...
LATER at 1.30pm
The GW has just gone off to collect Sue the Book from work, and I swear the BackFire has increased within minutes of his departure... An old habit that the Coward finds no need to break... *vomits...
Activism in support of women and children, Laz? Why do you not come out openly and admit that gaggable promotion only applies to select women and children, and certainly not to all? You weren't going to bother attending last Thursday's Admin Meeting until you heard Tiger tell me I'd find her in those offices? About when you'd scuttled through to head office at speed? *chokes..
For what? To protect anyone in particular against being contaminated? To catch me talking to a PC in an empty office? Doing a solo tango in front of an unmanned computer? Talking of unmanned... well, never mind..
I see Manuel's smiling face among the Umbilo CPF Members, and I wonder again how such a nice chap could so cheerfully condone what he knew you and Nayager were up to... A Fixer like Matthysen, or merely an Observer, who'll be as contemptuous of the Labrats in that suburb as he was of us here? *waves to the Colonel...
My word, but it's a glorious day, and the levels of BackFire out here on the verandah are now hardly noticable...
Has No. 25 gone on long-leave, or is she due to be replaced by No. 26? Did she wave and greet me with a smile once too often for my Handler's liking, or will she be back on Monday as usual?
Would I wish the clock turned back 10 years and the Surveillance Project to be a figment of my imagination? I can't answer that one with a straight yes or no - it's complicated....
Peace...
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Sunday 22nd July 2012 at 8.58am..
