Boxes, little boxes....
(begun Friday 21st February at 11.50am.)
How're you feeling? Still slightly nauseous since reading my last update? And your conclusions? Are you more than ever determined to believe I'm a screw loose, and that my attempts to describe the wireless weaponry only serve to confirm this? Shame.
We'd been leaving Pinetown yesterday, when the GameWrecker announced his intention to take a cruise down to the Kings House to see whether the broken fence had been repaired. An idle enough remark that I now suspect was duly noted by our accompanying Trackers at the time. Someone had found it amusing to run the Abdominal frequency in the Polo at extreme levels, and I've no doubt at all that they'd been reading my preliminary scribbles written here at the desk, for Pavlov's bitch, in the early hours of the morning.. It's a habit that our increasingly predictable Ivanovitch should avoid, but he won't... (I can talk)
As we'd neared our destination, my old man had chosen to turn up off Innes into the little road that borders the back of Mitchell Park, and almost immediately I'd remarked on the arrival of the dreaded Knives to the Cancer frequency... They'd jabbed at me repeatedly until we'd driven back out onto Innes, where I'd sat, camera on my lap, in the hopes of capturing some decent shots...
As we'd passed by the boundary wall of Zuma's mansion I'd raised the Panasonic, only to find it was deader than a dodo and wouldn't switch on. I took the batteries out and then replaced them, but still nada, so I gave up and left them out on my lap until we'd exited the area...
I'd put them back eventually and needless to say, I'd gone on to take loads of random photos without a problem.. Are you getting the picture here? That sudden increase in pain I'd endured as we were driving behind the park was announcing the arrival of the frequency targeting my camera's batteries, and no two ways about it... I've mentioned often enough how I've been up on the road, or even out in my garden, attempting to capture something, when the reliable Panasonic has gone nuts, and the lens zooms in and out repeatedly before switching itself off... Alternatively, I simply get a screen message saying my batteries need replacing before it turns itself off...
Remove the batteries for a while, and nine times out of ten when I put them back, the device works without a problem.
A specific and I would suggest, extremely useful tool for these Agents of Mischief to employ at their discretion... Given sufficient time and opportunity, even your vehicle's battery may be drained remotely overnight, often damaging one or two cells irrepairably in the process...
A pretty nifty trick that may be carried out with ease from a nearby location, and one that can be achieved from further away by simply increasing the levels of whatever is being used to corrupt the device wirelessly..
As will be evidenced in the transcripts stolen from the Polo on Thursday, when I'd exclaimed aloud to the GameWrecker that I was in pain, and that there was a sudden huge surge of power in the car, shortly before the Panasonic had declined to activate...
In the light of this apparent harmless, if unpleasant, jiggery-pokery, would you still deny that it's possible to target a vehicle that's barrelling down a Freeway at 120ks, and for an Agent to hop remotely from one of the many wirelessed monitoring poles that now decorate the centre islands into the targeted vehicle's onboard computer, causing it to go out of control?
A hugely useful weapon, especially as this country's elections draw ever closer, and there are plenty of Smart City quantum laser Operators who will sell their 'skills' for a fee...
LATER at 1pm
You're pissed off that I perhaps jumped the gun by including you in the latest batch of Recruits to the quantum army, here on our stretch? An error I've made on more than one occasion, but so far not one I've come to regret. Even my dear Vice Chair questions how a secret such as the neighbour spying on neighbour technology can be kept by so many members of a community, without someone spilling the beans..
It's simple. Once they've seen fit to enlist you, you're watched like a hawk until you yourself have been encouraged to break the law over the airwaves sufficiently to be frightened into silence.. Your phones, your internet devices, and the conversations in your home will be monitored by nearby stooges until you're deemed to have accepted the code of silence, and you've come to realise just how much you stand to lose if you start shooting your mouth off.
The local ACDP don't appear to support George Soros' quest for an Open Society and his so-called Quantum Empowerment handouts? Will Keith answer Rajiv's question on Facebook? If this were so, it would have me wondering at the Sales Pitch used to convert so many of the Devout here in Sydenham to the surveillance Cause... Were they sold a variation of a concept that excluded that power-hungry individual and his dreams for a One World Order? What fantastical story were they fed that has them believing that invading anyone's personal space is their god-given right? Were they encouraged to believe that by accessing their neighbour's privacy they would be able to protect them? Protect them against WHAT? Themselves perhaps? *winks...
It would seem that I missed the boat on the matter of Dawood's apartment blocks behind Hugo Road, and that at least one if not more of those edifices is already occupied by students, and the rumbles of discontent from residents who are affected by this influx are starting to grow... One name bobs up repeatedly when enquiries into these student residences are made.. That of Ms. Lekha Allopi, and it would certainly appear as if she's a prized and dedicated member of the Mischief-Making Team, whose goal it is to cause unnecessary chaos and consternation in each suburb within her jurisdiction...
Fingers crossed she's met her match in the Save our Berea team, and that although its unlikely they'll be able to prevent her from continuing to allow monstrosities to be erected willy-nilly across the neighbourhood, she will oppie-ou-einde be outed publicly for her criminal practises, once and for all...
LATER at 4.35pm
Was I disappointed to find a post on Facebook today, where we have both ex-Councillor Chapman and Councillor Graham suggesting (however obliquely), that hacking can be fun, and can provide for entertainment? An independent surge of cleverness, or did you have to run it by the Boss first? As hacking illegally into your neighbour's system is the very first pre-requisite required to be achieved by a raw quantum laser army recruit, I figure that type of post could go some way to diluting the criminal aura that surrounds the term hacking? At least among certain sectors of the public? Why drag her into it? Did she volunteer to risk appearing juvenile to her constituents? *slaps Warwick with a wet trout...
Saturday 22nd February at 3.50am
All the bloody world's a stage, and some days, getting my act together first thing in the morning, requires more fortitude than most. For some reason it seems to be the second wake-up call and the sheer spite with which it's administered, that causes the old waterworks to kick in occasionally.. Thankfully, I don't recall how they first roused me, but suffice to say the Shift Monitor knew I was awake, and the second savage blow to my cancer was totally unnecessary...
Just before he'd dropped me back home on Thursday, I'd had him swing down Loon Road so as I could take a couple of shots for you of the droogs working on the foundations for the MTN tower that's going up over there.. Yep. That cheerful bit of news was delivered at Monday's Meeting, and if I'd asked the Lt. Colonel's sister straight out whether she'd known about it beforehand, what would she have replied? Had someone told her theres a 'safe' zone for those living closest to the base of a tower, and she'd actually believed them?
Would the vodacom Strategist insist they've ironed out the teething problems since the iBurst cellmast debacle up in Craigavon, Fourways, some years back? Besides, it's van Zyl's competitors, and nothing to do with vodacom? Crap. When it comes to the wiring up and control of the South African population, all the big telecoms boys are in bed together, and that's a given.
Why the need for a tower on that densely populated stretch? To increase the ability to control the inhabitants of the great sprawl of shacks at Foreman Road? A sprawl that now reaches right over to Loon Road? My old man says it's too late to object to the arrival of this monster, but I'm not so sure... How long after it's up and running will the fallout symptoms begin to manifest in the nearby guinea-pigs? Were someone to contact Zikode and get him to alert the relevant shack-dwellers to look out for specific symptoms, would it make any difference, or is Sbu himself already OWNED by the Project officials, and knows to keep his lips sealed?
There are Abahlali supporters in all of the camps now, and he could certainly get the word out about the new MTN tower and the devastating effect it could have on the locals, once it's linked to the Project Grid...
Jared? Do you support the idea that the heaving masses are to be wirelessly controlled by a single Force? Which particular variation of the Sales Pitch have your personally bought into? Hey - A quick call to the MastFighter up in Gauteng should give you an idea of what those unsuspecting suckers can expect once that new tower swings into operation.. Are you going to stick your neck out and warn them, or sit back and let them take their chances?
You have here the perfect opportunity to prove one way or the other, whether today's cellmasts and their links to the Project Grid are causing way more devastation to the community's health than they did say two decades previously, and I'd hope you have the balls to spread the word to the right people...
I'm betting that the air down the tail end of Loon Road has been thick with the gold-dust particles for a few years already... As the puppets trained in the use of the quantum laser surveillance program are judiciously planted about among those miserable hovels... Yeah - The gold dust that's the visible evidence of Stef Roux's ultra-short laser beams, bearing their wireless loads to designated destinations...
Just how far does your support go J? Will you warn your friends to look out for health problems that may arise once that mast is completed and operational, and that they should speak out if the worst happens? Or would you rather I hadn't drawn attention to you at all?
When was the last major conflagration down there by the old cemetary? Shall we ask the Arsonist employed by City Hall? Would Jackson Gumede recall if and when he was reimbursed for candles being 'knocked over' in that section of the Foreman Road camp? I've not driven right down the bottom of Loon in yonks, but it's a given there'll be a clutch of strategically placed laser-friendly silver zinc-sheeted structures, or the sardine can containers, that would've been handed to shack dwellers once their homes had gone up in flames... The same brutal modus operandi that's employed at each of the (what, 25?) informal settlements dotted about the Zone, in order that the Project officials may plant their stooges in the desired positions..
We're all equal? Yeah, RIGHT!
Peace..
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Saturday 22nd February 2014 at 8.05am.
