Chips with everything

A long time ago, I made a statement that not everyone agreed with. Well. Actually I do that all the time but I’m talking about a specific one here. I think it was during the controversial proposal that children should be microchipped so if the Glitter Gang kidnap them, or they fall into the well when Lassie isn’t around, they can be quickly tracked and found.

I was not keen on the idea because those children will grow up, and then you have a completely trackable population. Forget number plate recognition and CCTV. Every step you take, and in which direction, will be recorded on a central database. Further, those chipped adults won’t think twice about having their own kids chipped. In one generation, being microchipped becomes normal, and anyone refusing is seen as odd. That bothers me for some reason.

Children are always an emotive subject, and any suggestion of doing any kind of invasive procedure on a child will get a sharp ‘no’ from any parent worthy of the title. The scheme was dropped.

What I said at the time was along the lines of ‘Adults will be microchipped and they won’t resist. Far from it. They will fight to be first in line’.

Implanted chips that allow access to restricted areas have been around for years. Really though, they are only in use in limited areas so far – but their use is spreading.

Contactless card payments came out a while back. You don’t have to slot your card into a machine, you just tap it on top, because that saves you at least three seconds of typing in a number. I don’t like them, and it was obvious that the next step would be to implant the card’s chip in your hand. Sounds ridiculous?

It’s here, and the chip makers are struggling to keep up with demand.

My phone has a 48Gb micro SD card in it. You can buy much more memory in the same size package. A tiny glass-encapsulated chip could hold a hell of a lot of data. The code for your house and your car, your bank details,your medical records… they’d hardly make a dent in the amout of memory that could be in there. It could hold so much stuff.

There are already cars with keyless ignition. I’ve driven some – rented or courtesy car, I won’t buy one – and you just need the fob in your pocket to start the car. There is no physical key, no keyhole on the ignition and none on the door.The freakiest was a hybrid Prius. You press a button, the Star Trek dashboard boots up, there is no sound from under the bonnet even when you start moving! I don’t want one, although the heads-up speedometer on the windscreen was cool. I liked that part. As for the rest of the dashboard, I had no idea what that was telling me.

Why won’t I buy one? What if you drive out to the wilds of Scotland, have a really nice day out, get back to your car and the fob battery is dead? I bet almost nobody carries a spare battery for that thing and if they do, they leave it in the car. Which you can’t open because the battery in the fob is dead. Implanted chips don’t use batteries, they work something like RFID (I’m not an electrical engineer so don’t ask me – I’m sure someone in the comments will have the answer). So they would be an easy sell to anyone who’s experienced a dead car fob.

In the future, instead of stealing your house keys, car keys, bank cards… a criminal will get all those things at once by cutting off your hand. Isn’t that a comforting thought?

I have many such chips in ‘Panoptica’. Nobody has Borg gadgets, all the chips are for monitoring and control. It’s taking a very long time to write for a few reasons. The biggest one is that I have to get into – and stay in – the head of a character who is my exact opposite. Someone who accepts every rule without question, who follows every instruction, who is happy with their slot in society and has no ambition to change anything, ever. Someone to whom the entire concept of saying ‘Oh fuck off, I’m not doing that’ is not even imaginable. Staying in that character’s head is exhausting.

There was also the problem of credibility. A genderless drone population? Solved, the new 57 varieties of gender made that part easy. I covered it in a story in ‘Six in Five in Four‘ last Easter. Getting the chips in was solved long ago, and my argument that it would be easy is now proved.

I have to get more of that written before it all comes true. It’s not easy, every time I write something bizarre it seems to be in the news the next day and as I said, writing a totally compliant drone character is exhausting. I can’t hold that mindset for long, I don’t know how the NPCs do it.

Anyway, I have the Christmas anthology up next. I have renamed Christmas as Earth Day for this new (hopefully imaginary) world and this Christmas anthology needs another tale of progress towards Panoptica.

This one will be the stage where names become numbers.

Look at your wage slip or tax form and tell me that will never happen.

You might be one of those who told me people would resist implanted chips…

 

The Genderless Society

One of the main sticking points in writing ‘Panoptica’ is trying to think like a drone who is content in his utterly oppressed world. I don’t mean he tolerates it, he actually sees it as the ideal way to live. Under total control.

I had also envisaged it as genderless (there are mechanics involved that have not come true yet although there are signs it is on the way) but there are no males or females. I have it set up like ant or bee society: the ones at the top do all the breeding (again, there are mechanics to this that would be spoilers) but the general plebs are neutered drones. Why keep them alive at all? Oh the answer to that is very nasty indeed. As you would expect  😉

The thing about fiction is it has to make sense. Real life doesn’t have to and rarely does, but fiction has to make sense. I had to find a way to arrive at all the restrictions on life I had placed on ‘Panoptica’ – and how do you get to the point where people accept being neutered drones? The history of this future horror had to be logical.

While writing this I have set out a few ‘on the way’ scenarios, here and here. The former story is now in ‘The Good, the Bad and Santa‘, the fourth Underdog Anthology. The latter is just a draft on the blog so far.

Panoptica’s main character is called 10538 because the idea was first inspired by the Electric Light Orchestra’s ‘10538 Overture‘. A long, long time ago. I had listened to that song for years and always thought ‘This is the overture. Where’s the rest of it?’ Eventually I decided to write the rest of it myself.

The genderless society idea now has a history. Thanks to the Militant Transency, or what an online acquaintance likes to call the Rainbow Reich, there are now more ‘genders’ than anyone can remember. You can also define yourself ‘otherkin’ and be a blue pansexual platypus if you like.There are even white people who identify as black now. You are white. Clean the damn mirror once in a while.

It’s insane and it’s perfect for the progression of history in this fictional story that’s rapidly coming true.

I had expected the first signs in California or maybe Scotland where the idiots in charge fall for any old crap and make it law. I missed something. A place where they delight in controlling and tormenting their population with idiotic legislation.

Australia. We used to send our convicts and loonies there so it’s probably historically our fault but even so…

Queensland, Australia, has decided that driver ID (the driving licence in the UK) will no longer carry discriminatory descriptions such as gender, height, hair and eye colour. The link is to a Quora answer which includes a screenshot of the report but not a direct link.

Well it’ll be cheaper to make the IDs because everyone will have the same card. Nobody will have a gender though. If you never learn to drive, no bother, borrow your wife’s licence. You might be 6 feet tall, your wife 5 feet, you might be ginger while she is blonde, doesn’t matter. The ID card fits you as well as it does her.

The important part is the loss of gender. As 81-Mohammed explains in the second story I linked to, people will delight in the removal of the 57 varieties of gender that blight reality now. They will welcome the genderless society.

Will they neuter their children? Oh please. They are lining up to have them transgendered already, even kids that have just learned to speak. It’s the ‘in thing’ now. Neutered until they are old enough to choose a gender? They will beat down the hospital doors to be the first. And those who aren’t keen to comply will be shamed with the new ‘transphobia’ nonsense.

Of course, once neutered they will never be able to reproduce, no matter what later surgery they have. They won’t have the parts any more. In one generation you have eradicated the family unit. Marx would be so proud.

Where it goes from there, well, I have it sketched out and planned it.

Just need to write it down. Preferably before it happens.

 

The medichip is here

Implanted medical chips to control your blood pressure are now a real thing. On the face of it, a good thing if you have high blood pressure but it’s only the beginning.

They’ll get smaller and more functional. They’ll tell the medics when your blood pressure rises and they’ll rush round to check you’re okay. Again, not necessarily a bad thing.

However, when it gets to the administrators and politicians, they’ll want to know who’s getting worked up and when. Getting worked up will be a suspicious activity – and will identify every Daily Mail reader out there for a start.

Are you tense? Nervous? What are you hiding that’s making you nervous? Confess your sins and you will be free from tension. Nothing to hide, nothing to fear, remember? Haven’t heard that one for a while.

Otherwise, the small explosive charge fitted to your aorta during routine surgery will ensure you don’t make anyone else nervous in the future.

It’s for the greater good…

Boy Guides and Girl Scouts

In Panoptica, there is no sex for the common people. In that story I have eradicated the entire concept of gender from the general population. I’m not telling you how I did that yet, but I admit to a chilled feeling when I realised how it could be done.

In the book of course, it’s a done deal. Still you couldn’t just impose it overnight. You’d have to ease the population into it over many years. Gender equality that actually swings from one extreme to another, gay marriage, transgender people, asexuals, all of these are realities now. Like it or not, they’re here.

I have no doubt that there are real transgender people. It would only take a glitch in the massively complex construction of a human being from two cells, and you can get a female brain in a male body or vice versa. Oh the condition is real, but I really doubt it’s as common as we are led to believe.

Being gay is more common (sorry gay folk, you’re not special, you’re just common). It’s also common in the animal kingdom.

Transvestitism isn’t the same as gay. It’s just a liking for dressing in the other gender’s clothing. Women get away with it easily – a woman in trousers is no oddity these days. Guys find it more difficult to brazen out in public although I did once know a world famous professor whose bra showed under his white shirt and who wore lipstick. In Scotland it’s easy – going commando in a tartan skirt is perfectly normal here. I’ve even tried out a kilt myself, and found out the hard way that it’s not easy to use a toilet in a heavy skirt.

All these things used to be largely ignored by the bulk of the population. Sure, some had very strong feelings that it was ‘wrong’ but really, most people had much the same attitude as me. It really doesn’t affect me so it doesn’t matter at all. How other people live their lives is their business. I have enough to do with living mine, and that’s quite complicated enough at times.

Now it’s all very much in your face. Gay people even have a flag! Refusing to accommodate a gay couple in your hotel, or refusing to bake a cake, will get you prosecuted but there are gay-only hotels and that’s not discriminatory.

There was once a small publisher who stated they only wanted male authors and only wanted stories about ‘men subjects’ like cars and power tools and wild stag parties. Naturally, there was uproar from women because they were discriminatory, but a publisher who only wants women-stuff written by women? Oh that’s fine.

You can have groups based on religion, gender or skin colour and exclude those who don’t fit your entry requirements. Anyone can set up such a group, except for one demographic.

The straight white male.

Try to form a ‘straight white male’ group and see how far you get before you get shot down in flames. You’ll probably end up in court for being racist and sexist and anything else they can think of. This does not apply to any other group.

Why? To eradicate the straight white male? No. To subjugate them. The ones who, historically, went to war throughout Europe to fight for their way of life must be cowed and broken and history shows that  taking them head-on only annoys them. Set about them with subtle attacks on all fronts and leave them cowed and broken. Force them to adapt to fit in. Make them ‘modern man’ who is weak and effeminate and accepting of every race and creed while deriding their own.

Then you have them. No fight left in them, except to fight the remaining ones who still cling to the old ways. Oh they still get to fight, they still get to rage, but you’ve changed the target. Their target is themselves. They don’t even realise it.

So now you push the alternative sexualities on them. You tell them that even five-year-olds can be gay or transgender when five-year-olds barely understand the concept of gender and (should) have no idea of sexual activity. If a five-year-old boy gets hold of Mum’s makeup and gives it a go, he’s not necessarily gay or transgender. It’s something called ‘play’. Imagination. A facility sadly lacking in those who want to sexualise toddlers.

You can’t argue with it because you won’t be told it’s happening. Your children are now to be brought up in a world where gender is not as clear cut as it was when you were young. They will have a blurred definition that one day, maybe in a couple more generations, will be no definition at all. Then you’re ready for the world of Panoptica.

The stage we are at now is one where the Girl Guides, that once-noble institution, will accept a ‘transgender’ five-year-old boy who wants to wear dresses and nobody will be any the wiser. It’s discriminatory even to ask if the parents mind.

They are also going to allow a man in a dress to take a bunch of little girls away for a sleepover trip. No questions asked? How can you ask questions when they aren’t telling you there’s anything to question?

Well, questions may be asked after the trip, when your little girl tries to pee standing up like Miss Jones did and starts asking if she’ll grow a peeing tube when she’s older, like the one her Guide teacher has.

How long though, before the predatory child molesters catch on to this? Paedos will always try to get into jobs where they have access to small children and a CRB check will only find the ones who were caught. Now they just claim to be transgender, put on women’s clothing, and hey presto, they have access to a bus load of little girls. Would they find it difficult to convince the NHS to support their case? The internet has all the information they need to get their case together and woe betide anyone who tries to claim they’re just pretending.

Oh it’ll happen and we’ll hear ‘lessons will be learned’ and nothing will change as usual. It’s all part of the plan. The kids will grow up confused about sex in general and it’ll get worse with each generation until total equality is reached – nobody has any gender, race or religion at all. Nobody has any concept of those things.

I really have to finish that book. It’s really not too long now before it becomes a documentary.

The Panoptica Generation

I have made some progress on Panoptica. Still slow but I hope to change working hours soon to give me more writing time and less time washing uniforms and being knackered. The New Me (I didn’t give him a name, he has the same name as me and that’s plenty confusing enough) wants more hours, I want a few less. I can let him gradually take over so I can then move on and not leave Boss in a hole.

It’s important now to push forward with this story. It has been coming true as I write it – which might make some think I should maybe stop writing it – and now the Panoptica Generation is very close. If I don’t get a move on, the book will be banned before it’s published!

The Mail thinks it’s hilarious that two ten year old girls gave Andrew Neil a sharp put down but when I read the article, I found it chilling.

One of them brings up the compulsory seat belt law and crows how many lives it pretends to have saved. Basically, if you drive wearing a seat belt and you don’t die on the way, the seat belt saved your life. She, like all well indoctrinated drones, ignores the deaths caused by seat belts when someone is trapped in wreckage and can’t release the belt. Only the lives saved count, not the lives lost.

Naturally, no drone will even consider the deletion of personal responsibility that goes with every new dictated lifestyle change. It’s not your job to look after yourself. The Government will tell you how to live.

The veteran TV presenter, who usually interviews leading public figures, then speaks to his other guest, Henrietta, from Worcester, and asks her what she thinks of it all.

She replies: ‘If it’s saving lives and it’s helping the NHS, I think we should be told what to do.’

No, Henrietta, we should not be told what to do. We have one life. Do you really need someone to live yours for you? As for the NHS, it’s supposed to be there to help us, not the other way around! The NHS is not meant to be there to tell us what to do. I don’t think it’s Andrew Neil’s education that is faulty here.

I have never been much good at being told what to do. Good thing I probably won’t be around when Panoptica becomes full reality because they’d ship me off to the farm pretty quick. As fertiliser.

Those girls, and millions like them, will give birth to the Panoptica generation. Totally obedient drones. No family unit, numbers instead of names, allocated careers at birth, microchipped and watching each other all the time. One more generation is all it will take.

These kids are happy to do as they are told and they always will be. When they are told that the State can raise their children better than they could, they will hand over their babies without a second thought. And then forget they ever had babies.

It’s a cold, dark future for humanity. It’s been a long time in the making and it’s nearly here. I doubt anyone can stop it happening. I certainly can’t.

We can only try to warn them, and remind those who will listen just how much they have lost.

Writing again

My writing has been in the doldrums for some time now. It’s good to be back at it. All it needed was a bit of encouragement and a damn good kick up the arse. Tidying up that last story felt good and I’m now back on the serious stuff.

I know, the blog has been somewhat lax on its core subjects of idiot politicians and deranged antismokers of late. That will recover in time too. I have a Plan that will mean I won’t spend almost all my time chasing the next bill and that Plan will, I hope, begin to take shape next month. If it goes according to Plan (does it ever?) I will be able to reduce my hours working at Local Shop and thereby spend more time writing and less time knackered. Also, build up some savings at last.

Tonight I have been working on Panoptica. It was always a difficult project because it’s written from the point of view of a totally compliant and entirely gullible drone. That’s a harder mindset to get into than I thought it would be.

As usual, it was hard to know where to start the story. It matters because the start of the story introduces characters and concepts that are likely to be alien to people who actually think for themselves. It’s too easy to make it boring and that was something I really wanted to avoid, especially in Chapter One.

So it needed a hint of dark humour, but the characters can’t be allowed to understand the jokes. I think I have it now. I have a Chapter One I’m happy with.

Most of the rest of the story was already well planned, sketched or already written. There will be minor changes but now I have a fixed starting point and a settled-on main character it will go faster. Soon it will get to the point where the characters tell me the story and all I have to do is write it down.

I just need time, and that means having no worries about bills. As I said, I have a Plan. It won’t make me rich, but it will produce enough to pay the bills with a good enough safety net that I can stop concerning myself with the possibility of unexpected expenses.

It won’t involve benefits. I refuse to claim benefits even though I’ve paid in enough to be able to demand them. I will not be indebted to the government. I have survived nearly 56 years without government help and I intend to keep it that way.

Part of the Plan is closing down the lab. I haven’t had any work for it for years. It’s an unnecessary expense and really, I don’t need it. If I do get a lab based job in future, they’ll provide the lab. There will be a lot of lab equipment available for sale, but not my microscope. I’m keeping my microscope. Nobody touches the microscope.

Someone once expressed an interest in lab equipment. I wonder if he still reads this stuff since I became a bit random at posting? If so, get in touch. The bacterial growth media will be out of date but the equipment should be okay. No really big stuff – the incubators and fridges/freezers came with the lab.

Anyhow, I’m focused on Panoptica now. Real life was already starting to catch up with it and I really want to finish it before it becomes horrific reality. As I said, what I chiefly need is writing time and to not get home too knackered to care.

In early March, I think I can make it happen. Well, March is when it comes into effect, assuming it works.

The Plan actually activates on Monday.

 

Update: The Plan is set in motion. No stopping it now!

When there is nowhere to hide…

The little story, ‘For Whom the Bells Jingle‘, is now available in Spanish, thanks to Heber Rizzo. Many thanks are due, since I don’t know enough of any other language to even attempt a full-story translation. If I tried with my painfully limited French it would turn into a story about a pipe-fitter caught behind the bike sheds with a barrel of herrings and a cheese grater… you know, I’m going to file that under ‘future utterly mad story ideas’.

I have been sent a new bank card. This one allows ‘contactless payment’ which I don’t want but there seems to be no ‘don’t want’ option. I only use the card to extract cash from the machines so I can buy stuff without being tracked. It’s best the Puritans have no record of just how much whisky I buy. They’d send the NHS Lifestyle Correction Team straight round to see me.

I also don’t want any kind of ID card, especially not one with a microchip in it. Once those are in place in Scotland (and they are on the way) then we will all have to show ID for every purchase of booze, baccy and food. Every purchase will be recorded. Every overpurchase of anything will be scrutinised.

It will work like this. Shops already ‘think 25’ which means that if you look under 25, they will ask for ID. Even though the legal age for booze and baccy is 18. If you can’t show ID then you get no booze or baccy. Plans are already afoot to apply the same restrictions to salty or sugary foods. Which is pretty much all of them, since the only food that contains no salt is sugar, and vice versa.

The Cheeldren get hold of booze and cigarettes anyway, and will continue to get hold of Coca-Cola when the legal fizz-drinking age is raised to 30. Therefore the occasional ID request is not working. Therefore, ID must be requested at every purchase, even if the customer is on a Zimmer frame and looks seriously in need of ironing.

It’s the fairest response, isn’t it? It’s no trouble after all – everyone will have an ID card and be legally required to carry it everywhere anyway. So who could object? You take your wallet out and hold it to the scanner and the scanner charges your contactless card while checking your contactless ID. You won’t even notice it happening. Who could refuse? It’s for the cheeeldren…

Everything you buy will be recorded and checked. My whisky purchases will flag me up within a week. They will come round to re-educate me, but I will show them my collection of whiskies, untouched, row upon row of bottles full of cold tea. No, they cannot taste it to check. They are an investment and must not be touched. Besides, I cannot encourage drinking! That would be illegal!

In the US, they already track every car’s movement with ANPR. It’s no consolation to know that the UK does this too. It’s not enough for them though. Sure, you know where the cars are going and who they belong to, but who else is in them? Is there a smoker in there, are there cheeldren getting slowly kippered? Pinpoint those and the police know exactly who to harass.

How will they know? Those chips will be scanned by RFID readers as you travel. They will have a database of people who buy tobacco and cross-reference it with car ownership anyway. The scanners will flag up a smoker travelling as a passenger in a car and alert the local patrol to pull them over and check.

Bought booze yesterday, driving today? Expect to get stopped and breathalysed. Even if the booze is at home, unopened.

Driving after buying salty food? You’ll get pulled over by the Health Squad who will check your blood pressure and determine whether you are fit to continue driving. If you’d already been pulled over by the Booze Patrol and the Smoke Screeners you’d probably fail that test.

They won’t actually ban tobacco, booze, sugar, salt, etc. They’ll just make your life impossible if you like those things. You won’t want to give them up but eventually you will have to, just to be able to live without constant harassment.

So the ID cards – with microchips – are coming to Scotland on the sly. The Spiteful Nannying Party are sneaking them through. Eventually they will be implanted and the drones will queue all night to be first to get one. The rest of us will be pressured into it because eventually you won’t be able to open your house or start your car or get a job without one.

The SNP/Labour fight is engineered. There is no real difference between them. It doesn’t matter which of those two you vote for, you will get ID cards and total social Puritan control in Scotland. Vote for anyone else.

I knew I was right to set Panoptica in Scotland. This is where it starts.

(On course for an edited first draft by May despite no days off work this year. I’ve been taking the tiny Acer with me on days I know won’t be busy).