Like the plague..?
(begun Monday 25th November at 3.10am..)


It'll never be quite like the 'what were you doing when the first plane struck' thing, and you probably won't even realise it, but the minute you first heard of Sutcliffe's quantum laser/wifi surveillance Project, your life was about to change forever..
How'd you react? Do you remember?  Had you jibbed immediately at the idea of breaking the law, or had your Sales Person/Recruitment Officer couched the pitch in such clever terms, it only sank in some time later?  Did you protest that such a thing sounded dodgy at best, and you wanted no part of it?  Had your Messenger then gone on to paint a picture so bleak that you'd reconsidered and signed up anyway?

Once you'd gotten over your initial misgivings and had a couple of sessions with your local Tutor, it didn't seem so bad after all?  Sitting in your neighbour's computer, learning to access their private correspondence was quite a neat party trick, and something you'd never envisaged yourself doing, in a thousand years?
Or had it been a rather different scenario?  Had it been your young school-leaver that had dropped that bombshell on you, when you'd least expected it?
You'd already been stressed to the max, wondering what the kid was going to do with his/her life, when they'd sat you down and told you they'd signed up to the local chapter of the Laser games?

When did the penny finally drop?  That this was what the old cow had been rattling on about for years? Was it at the initial sales pitch that that particular stipulation had been trotted out up front?  That you'd only be accepted to the ranks on condition that you deny all knowledge of, and participation in, this under-cover Project?  When I'd asked her recently whether Zane had joined the Smart City Project she'd not hesitated and simply said no, and I'd left it, as I didn't care for confrontation...
Sheesh, but I'm battling with this one.. While I'm genuinely relieved that their kids are safely on board, it sort of bites that they think so little of me after all these years....  Hell, what did I expect?  If you have no respect for yourself, it's hardly likely anyone else will see you in a different light..(!)

It's weird to think there'll be no more snatched skindering at my gates.. No more of me comparing her symptoms to mine, caused as a result of our homes being Learning Centres for the laser-wielding students, not now, not ever...  If I were Balliram, one of the first things I would've done was to get her kid into ours, ensuring that our friendship would never be the same again.. Shame..
Still and all, I'd like it placed on record that there's no hard feelings.. Maybe a bit of hurt bewilderment now and then, but if anyone understands the way this scheme operates, it would be me...
That in many cases potential recruits and their families will be brought to their knees by engineered mischief, and that once they're approached and offered the call-up papers, it'll be the only life-line they can see for miles around..

When was my friend's eldest first approached up at No. 33?  Before or after her beloved dad took such a whack to his head at their front gates?  A terrifying experience, and a scene at which the eldest had been present... Was it not long after that that Hatton Avenue had broached the subject and suggested she join the Data Collectors/Rainbow Warriors Army, or had she already been aware of it's existence by then?
Has the installation of the new and apparently pointless light to Cottage No. 5 finally broken through the GameWrecker's wall of denial? Activated on just the one occasion, purely for my benefit, in the middle of the day, my SO has yet to see it operating, although you can guarantee it's lit when he's safely out of the way...

We'd hauled out the DVD player the day before, and the old man had finally gotten it going... Could our Area Controller resist his remote mischief?  Every now and then the disk would suddenly go onto fast forward for no apparent reason, and it took all of his patience and persistence to ensure that we'd enjoyed that couple of hours viewing after all..
It had been around midday yesterday when I'd suggested we watch the rest of that DVD, and he'd been agreeable...
Whether the Chief Mischief-Maker had by that time arrived back from his operations carried out at one of several golf courses around town, is unknown...But sure enough, after a while the same irritating problem had begun again.. He'd cleaned the disk and had even loaded fresh batteries in the remote, when he'd suddenly asked me where was the sisalation pouch I'd made for the cellphones...

OMG! Don't tell me the chap was finally paying attention after all these years?  All the times I've tried to explain to him what a simple matter it is for our neighbour to remotely corrupt my camera's batteries, and even to drain any battery-operated device within his reach?  He'd put the DVD remote in that silver envelope and despite my own scepticism, the thing had played without interference for some while afterwards...
Could our Tormentor find a work-around?  The hadedas sitting between Freddie's at No. 12 and ours, had kicked in with their noisy racket just as the DVD had once again thrown itself into fast forward... Coincidence?  Or had my Controller hastily enlisted the Accountant's assistance to prove his point?
We'll never know, but eventually we'd been allowed, with a few more glitches, to watch the rest of the movie anyways... Does our Fred truly believe himself to be a wolf, and not a sheep?

Do you think that simply because your alarm system is battery-operated, it can't be corrupted remotely? Despite that you've seen that series of five photos all taken within seconds of one another, in my lounge? A series that IMHO proves without a doubt just how easily a device's batteries can now be remotely attacked?  Why would your car's battery, or the battery that operates your alarm system be exempt from these nefarious attentions?
While it would most certainly take a great deal longer for a nearby Smart City Operator to drain your vehicle's battery than to send a spike to your camera, it can and is being done...

It's time to stop allowing yourselves to be sidelined by the now highly publicised corruption that's so rife among our Ruling Party Officials, and to pay more attention to the quantum laser/wifi surveillance technology running from a streetlight near yours...
It makes absolutely no difference whether you've signed up to the Project or not, as once your homes power supplies are linked to the technology, your are OWNED forever... You can't believe anyone could be interested in the doings held in your home, and the conversations on your phones?  Besides, there aren't nearly enough Monitors to have you watched 24/7, and the mere suggestion is a joke?
Have you not been listening?  What about the youngster two doors down who seldom leaves his home?  Or the pretty young thing next door, who's apparently doing a correspondence course?  There's more than enough Monitors, and more are being added each day... *waves to Zane...
Watchers who will be taught how to capture EVERY sight and sound that occurs in your home,  Information, however banal, that if need be can be replayed for anyone who's interested, at a later stage... Wakey, wakey...

Among all the pictures of Nkandhla that were posted on Facebook in defiance, was one that showed a couple of wattle and daub shacks in the foreground.. Did you see it?  What was that white blob on the front of that pitiful structure?  It appeared for all the world to be a light, and if that's so, is a version of the quantum laser/wifi surveillance technology installed in and around our President's palatial hideaway?
Does Zuma have his chosen IT ferrets dotted about both inside and out of that compound as a precautionary measure?  Is that randy old man aware of the sheer invasiveness of this sophisticated technology, and that chances are that all of his own activities are now recorded as well, no matter where he holes up? Has even our Head Honcho taken to plodding about the greens in an effort to avoid his Monitors?  Hopefully not, as that gap is being closed faster than you may imagine..

I'd gone up to fetch the Sunday Times yesterday morning at 6.50am, and had found our Agent Balliram pacing at his gates, waiting for a lift.. Kitted out from cap to shoes in brilliant white, it's a given he was off to one of our golf courses to continue assisting with the rigging up of the Smart City technology at each hole on that course, and in the Clubhouse... The startling white of his attire would be a doddle for his laser-wielding associates to pick up through any trees and shrubs that have been left untouched on the greens...
So no - a golf course is no longer the place to go if you wish to hold a private conversation, and your best bet remains to leave your phones in the trunk of your car, roll your trousers up, and go wading along the water's edge at the beach...   With the wind and the waves to disrupt any attempts made to pick up your conversations, you may just be able to share your intimate thoughts more freely than anywhere else in town..

Have I learned anything in the years since we were handed to Agent Balliram on a plate by the corrupt ex-City Manager and his Associates?  Only that there are still thousands upon thousands of good and honest people out there, who have yet to be sucked up the Project Recruitment Officers...
When and if they come knocking on your door, may I suggest you don't resist?  That the alternative is too horrific to contemplate, and that who knows, you may be able to hang onto your own moral integrity longer than most, once you've joined...
Tell yourselves that anyways, and it may make your capitulation that much easier to accept...

LATER at 6.10am.

At some point yesterday I'd caught the tail end of an ad. for last night's Carte Blanche show.. A hard-faced woman was sat at her desk saying something along the lines of 'horny women across the country are turning to extra-marital affairs..'  My word, Janneman!   Have I missed that boat by a mile as well?  Have you and your colleagues already been flooding bedrooms with the remarkable Fiddler's frequency a long time before it finally made it's way to ours, to occasionally delight this 68-year old crone?
How long will it take those females that are affected by it to figure out that it's a stand-alone, and that no man, woman, or gadget can achieve the same results that one skilled laser operator is capable of?
How many marriages will end in acrimonious divorce before the wife comes to (!) accept that it's not an itch that needs scratching, and that it is what it is, and to enjoy it while it lasts, or turns into something completely different?  Whichever way you look at it, it's sexual assault, plain and simple, hey Laz?  So you can take your 16 days of Activism and shove it where the sun don't shine, you hypocritical dickwad... (At which point you may care to remember Mistuh Kettle, that unlike yourself, this Potty isn't in any position of authority at all...)
Peace...

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Monday 25th November 2013 at 8.32am.