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 I had five minutes for Q&A. "Did you or didn't you have a connection to The Black Lady?" (She was my sister)  "Randall, isn't it?" He was there every time, I wasn't paying attention, normally I made sure I missed him.  "Randall, I know you want to play this in person, but that doesn't mean what I say can't be right. Well, correct I mean. I know you fear and thus deny climate change, but that doesn't give you the right to try and get others to deny it, without having proper data. Next." "How do we deal with pathogenic fungi?" "Best way I know is to have them outcompeted by a diversity of other fungi, as only a small percentage of all fungi is pathogenic." "Yes, but how do we deal with them?" "Well, you need to see fungi in their mutuality with bacteria. Bacteria eat first. they eat the simple stuff in the ground. From sugars you add through rotten fruit, to exudates by the plants themselves. Fu...

A little under ten minutes we sat there.  At exactly the determined time, I stood up and started talking. "ODS-N is more than growing plants according to Natural Ways" I let that sink in.  "The N in ODS-N stands for Natural, you know, so there is a strong connection to Natural Ways, yet it is more, as it puts man inside of Nature, not above, below, apart from..." "Whereas Natural Ways is a reaction, ODS-N is a way of thinking that is far wider than growing plants." The first glazed looks started appearing. I knew them. they were the ones that would, soon, be turning around, being hushed by others, who would get invigorated, who would recognize things that they themselves hadn't been able to express as such.  "ODS-N ends with Nature. Everything boils back to Nature. But to Nature ànd man." "ODS-N..." I paused. If I repeated it only a few more times, repetition would its trick and the word would stuck in their brians... So, I repeated...

"Welcome to the City.  The City is ruled by The Class..." I let the speaker rumble without really paying attention. I was here on invite, I didn't need any lesson in who not to annoy. People caught up my methods give results and results are welcomed eagerly. It took the bus - aircooled bus - about twenty minutes to reach the conference center. The bus was also blinded - they called it reflective, to the brutal sun. Not a once did I catch a glimpse of the burrow around the center. The manager himself came to welcome me. First question:  "Did you pay attention to the clip?"  "What clip?" "Oh, my. remember this: 'The City is ruled by the Class. At the bottom is the Nameless. In between the Rest.'  "Never forget that..."  I caught my my eyes starting to roll just in time, but I acknowledged him: " Class, Nameless, Rest, got it..." "No you don't," I heard him mumble, or so I think.  "Follow me..."  He...

The raiding wasn't the hard thing. She wore no remorse for the drivers. Nor would they for her, if they knew, but she considered it beyond humane, they would never know what hit them. She didn't bother to live herself into their faith.  The hard thing was keeping the loot safe and distribute it.  They never knew what they had until the back was ripped open. Frozen, perishable, furniture? Could be anything. The art was to drop the block at the exact moment it crushed the cabin to wipe out the driver and all online communication on instant, but not damage the cargo.   They had been seeing newer trucks, reinforced, but loads of drivers owaned their own truck, and an extra gun didn't help against the blocks. Guns provided by the O.  She once overheard a guy defending them, saying "he knew one, in hunger, with a new-born" and the likes. She broke his nose and it wasn't even the guy.  So, they had to be more picky. And they did, and their target was coming, so sh...

They took to the streets.  One message have they ever given, saying the streets were theirs from then on, no-one was to come out, ever. It had a QR-code leading to an application in which everything outside, be it food, be it medication, be it taking care of fractures, be it whatever, was organized.  the front-page of the app was in dark red and black, with one black diamond button to press to start the app.  People were allowed to be in touch, there was some sort of "internet", with the barest of possibilities, be it chat, be it videophone, be it email - that's it.   Yet, they couldn't come out of their houses.  Sure they did, but soon they started nor returning. Ever. All data erased. Chats, pictures, ideo-calls, emails, all gone. As if they'd never existed.  The Organisation provided for differentiated bio-stimuli and education. Large self-conscious cloud-entities monitored the levels of the students, guiding the very best into mind-control-programs...