One of my students is reading Solar Wind 1. And she seems to be quite addicted. There’s nothing that inspires us writers more than someone getting a really good read out of our work.
In the light of all the politics flying around us here in SA at all times, I’m posting this… it’s calming to think that at some point the country might “descend into” (should I say, ascend to) anarchy. Because in an anarchy, systems emerge and groups sort out their own issues, taking responsibility for what they’d other wise expect the government to do.
Radomir Lascek studied the faces gathered around the long conference table with the shabby-white tablecloth. Sunshine bleached the carpet through the tacky, rusted window frame. Glasses with bunches of flowers had been added to liven up the room; the gathered allies’ notepads, pencils, portables and palm-tops littered that blotchy linen. He paced along its
length, carefully observing all the varied reactions to his proposals.
“Humans as a sociable species,” he announced, “have a certain modus. They have certain basic needs, which should be met. I refer to the Universal Bill of Human Rights, which was successfully hidden for sixty years; it helped the regime nothing, because human rights cannot be suppressed indefinitely. You all,” and he noted with satisfaction that they
all indeed did, “know exactly which document I’m talking about!”
“So we reinstate those rights?” suggested the Admiral.
“Thank you, Admiral. Precisely. We write them back into the Constitution.” Lascek glanced at the camera that was following him around, powered by Rhine Gold. He’d have to pull the man up a bit. The camera work yesterday had been rather shoddy, focusing on moles and hairy ears rather than the Peace Talks. “The Constitution needs to prioritise rights and freedoms over regulations and licensing!”
The politicians looked glazed, he thought. They were all staring at him in complete shock. Freedom? Rights? Of the common populace? The Admiral winked at him. Radomir Lascek smiled. He was going to shock them much worse, in the next five minutes. They all, even the Admiral, were going to be challenged to a complete about-turn in their thinking.
“Furthermore,” he said, raising his voice, “I suggest you think upon the concept of allowing people to govern themselves.” His wrist-com beeped.
“Anarchy?” asked Benita, horrified.
“Excuse me a minute,” replied Lascek and walked right out of the Peace Talks. Anarchy broke out behind him. He closed the door of the boardroom on it and paced in the passage. Here too, sunlight spilt onto the blue-grey compounding flooring through the east-facing windows.
“Federi, what is it?”
“Captain, Ginavis has been attacked!”