Enter the streets

Enter the streets. Dark orange. The glow of decay. Strangers walk to the same destination. They don't talk. Words aren't needed between them. They're heading to the meeting. They walk in time to each other. An unheard beat that resonates between them. The rhythm of resistance. The steps of change.

They enter the building. Inside music is playing. Low and discrete. Drums and twitching strings mix in with human chatter. Friends united even if never introduced.

‘People' she speaks. The room quietens. This meeting has no name. No one called it. They just knew to come here, now.

'It's time to unify what we represent. Between us we can make real change, we have the knowledge to bring down the corrupt system and replace it with the ideas of self-aware structures. The State control over the minds of the masses has become thin. Their veil of consumption and celebrity has worn through. Their powers now reduced to mere drug trickery. Those that are to survive will, those whose minds will never reach evolution will crumble. More can be saved, but many must perish.'

There's a mumble throughout the room. The words are harsh, love and compassion are the saving grace of humanity but at this time these notions come at a price and the stakes are high. A proposed natural culling of a species so that those ready to excel can. All present are in agreement.

The rabble dies down. Silence.

She continues.

‘There are prime targets. Television and media networks are the simplest.' She glances towards Ray. Only those aware of his passion for explosives would have felt the impact of her look. ‘Without the daily fix of lies the people will have to think for themselves, combined with a sustained attack of positive subvertising across the cities we can start to rewire their neurological pathways. Within weeks they'll start to notice the lives of those around them.

‘The next hit is a lot more dangerous, but needed in conjunction with all other activity if we're to prevail. We need to target the surveillance networks.' There is a grunt of agreement in the room. An obvious statement, but a huge project. ‘I will head this move, along with Kinks, Peteman and Siren.' They each nod to their names. ‘We will need more. The first part of the plan is to take down the national grid for an evening, then with strategically placed hands, wires can be rerouted into Spiky Dan's remote relay junction boxes. I'll run through this with any volunteers after. As the backup generators kick-in we need those on the inside to cut the initial sequence procedures with a set of encrypted viruses. Don't stay in your job after this as you will be fired. But if this all goes to plan then it will be you who is firing your job.

‘Within a couple of days the whole system will be unreliable. Then real havoc can start. Supermarket deliveries will be intercepted and redistributed to local communities. In the areas where we have a strong community presence we can start up public kitchens. The same for medical equipment and school supplies. Robbing for the hood!'

There is applause from the mass. They all have a job within society and can think of ways that they can either intercept or redistribute. It's getting the slav people on side that will be hard.

‘We will join anarchy and socialism. The act of taking back what is rightfully ours will create anarchy on the streets but it can be sustained buy the occupation of workplaces and social centres.' The disapproving rumble from the crowd is audible. Many in the room are not happy with sharing ideals. ‘Don't you see. This is bigger than either ethos. They've both failed in the past, but together and in their own ways both these philosophies have their places. Anarchists. We need your balls. We must reclaim the dormant media. Reclaim the roadways and highways. Terrorise and intimidate the bankers and suits. Send in the klowns!

‘ Socialists, use those organisational networks to redirect what is needed to where it is needed, centralised knowledge is good for resources, materials and calming down confused communities.'

The room is again silent. What she is calling for is revolution.

‘Evolution, brothers and sisters, is the process of survival. The war around the world is getting closer, our freedoms almost erased and totalitarian occupation only just around the corner. The best form of defence is attack. Most factory labourers, waiting staff, service providers and lackies are internationals. That means they'll not stand on the side of the state. If these people are provided for by reclaiming basic human provisions, then they'll not allow that to be taken from them.

‘Those caught up in CONsumer bureaucracy will begin to fall apart as we erode their false bubble. Either they will be awakened by the possibilities of directly making a difference, or jobless and stupefied without a controlling ethos they will starve. They may turn ugly, but don't worry, they were just born that way.' There is a slight murmur at her attempt at humour. This was a serious act she was asking them to commit. But one they've known they must be ready for for many years.

She sits down. People turn to those next to them. Asking what they did, what they could do. Some laughed, some argued, some had been waiting their whole lives to bring down the system, other where not convinced.

A man stands. ‘Friends,' he's a tall man, clothes hang off him as though he had once been a lot bigger, ‘What Sarah is askin' of us is unachievable. The slav population's not ready for insurrection, an' we're not equip to lead ‘em. We've got strong networks but we can only just fend for ourselves, let alone take the world with us. I say we use this meeting to formulate a way out of here. Over the years we've collectivised land across the world. Now's the time to move en mass. Yes the war is getting closer but we cant stand and fight. we don't have guns, we're not a disciplined army. You talk of taking out key infrastructure like we're not gonna get shot on the spot for trying! The best chance of a future for our species is to get the fuck outta here and actually work together to unify our community. Fuck the slavs, they are mindless and deserve whatever the fuck is coming their way!'

‘I don't buy that' Kinks jumps up, his voice rising above the other heckles, some for some against. 'Do you think if we run they wont eventually come looking for us! We must stand, and fuck yeah, Sarah's right, we must attack first. Sort it out man! You know what she proposes is possible, we're in those positions, we're ready and more than that, I am fucking hungry for it. I don't want to sit in some fucking hills waiting for the fucking bomb to drop. The system is ready to collapse but it wont go on its own. It must be toppled! And you'll be surprised by how many out there are waiting for it too. Yes we'll have to fight. But by winning the sensory battle of iconography and suggestion we can make a difference. Start to spread the words; Self organisation. Community control. Respect. Love. Anti-authority. The things we know can and do work, these are the answers that those mindless slavs have been waiting for, they need it as much as we do!'

 

By Anon