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- [ The New World Order ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "THE NEW WORLD ORDER"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- "Hacking is the concrete method of creating the new world order."
- ('No More Secrets')
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- I. FINAL ASSAULT
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- 'fiat justitia, ruat coelum'
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- "We fight a war against the unholy. Against those who don't believe in
- the free world, the dream, the life. I am proud to participate in this
- war. It is a question about good and evil, right or wrong - and we are the
- good and the right!"
- Colonel Klaage knew how to put the words properly. He was a stocky man
- with army clothes, power shined in his eyes. Unfortunately, he was not
- screaming the words to his animal-like hard boiled soldiers but to a
- street-smart journalist from Seventh Heaven News.
- "Sounds nice. But hey - what does it mean?" the female journalist
- asked.
- Colonel Klaage sucked on his fat cigar. He exhaled a thick white cloud
- and answered: "It's so simple that even you outta understand that."
- "I see."
- "I doubt that."
- The tank rumbled over a deep depression in the ground and sent the two
- of them flying around in the tight space.
- "Fuck!" Klaage screamed and turned to the driver. "Watch it, shithead!"
- The green display on the dashboard commented: "Six Four Five, you are
- driving in heavy terrain. Would you like to set your NRAMs?"
- The driver neither answered the display nor Klaage. The intermezzo was
- over. Colonel Klaage turned to the impressively calm journalist.
- "We are close to the battle area. Things may get pretty fucking hot
- around us." he said, almost yelling the words 'pretty' and 'fucking'.
- The journalist nodded and smiled.
- "I am used to it. I was in Iraq..."
- "... and the Gulf war was ten years ago, and a damn PLAYGROUND compared
- to this!"
- The journalist hesitated with her mouth open. Colonel Klaage had been
- quite a nice guy when she met him the first time. Now, he was probably
- filled to the limit with adrenaline. Close to a battle area there
- obviously was no more Mr Nice Guy, she pondered.
- It took several minutes before she dared to speak again.
- "Who are we fighting against, Colonel?"
- "The enemy."
- "Who are the enemy in this case?"
- A short moment of silence.
- "Listen honey, we live in a modern society. Machines tell us who the
- enemy are, but that does not mean that the machines choose our enemies.
- There are humans behind every machine, every computer, every decision."
- "Yes?"
- "We have been told to go to point 15. By machines."
- "By machines... but what do you expect to find when we'll reach this
- point fifty place?"
- "The enemy."
- "But who..."
- The colonel swung around his head, the cigar almost fell out off his
- mouth, and stared into her eyes.
- "Too many shitty questions!" he screamed. "Too many!"
- Silence.
- Then, suddenly, everything turned black. The sound from the tank's
- engine disappeared. The display slowly faded away.
- "What... is going ON here?" Colonel Klaage screamed in the darkness.
- The only visible light, the cigar, moved back and forth.
- A loud gasp could be heard from the driver. "I have no idea. I guess
- we have some kind of power failure."
- "Impossible!" Klaage screamed, this time even louder. "This is a XC100
- tank, constructed and built in the fucking free world, and there is NO
- FUCKING WAY IT..."
- The display came to life.
- digitialanarchydigitalanarchyd
- "What was that?" the journalist asked.
- digitialanarchydigitalanarchyd
- "Look!" she yelled and pointed at the display.
- There was no information about the tank on the display. Nothing
- concerning the speed, nothing that told them where they were. There was
- just two simple words - 'digital anarchy'.
- "We have been fooled!" Colonel Klaage screamed, sounding unusually
- hysterical. The cigar fell out of his mouth.
- "By who?"
- "The enemy! The enemy!"
- The journalist felt confused: "But WHO are the enemy in this case?"
- Silence. The journalist thought she heard Colonel Klaage sob.
- anarchydigitalanarchydigitalan
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- II. DIGITAL ANARCHY
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- 'pacta sunt servanda'
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- Cola bottles (empty), packets of cigarettes (empty), beer cans (empty),
- David Owen (or perhaps better known as Phinal Force) himself, and in front
- of him - a personal computer, connected to the telephone line.
- That was all there was in his small apartment. Since he refused to be
- called a computer freak in public, he never went outside.
- Sure, David was a computer freak. But he did not really mind that. He
- was about to become famous. On the monitor in front of his smiling face
- there were only two words, but they were sure enough.
- He calculated that the long-awaited revolution would arise in the next
- twelve hours. By then people should be aware of the unstable situation.
- Of course, nobody would know that he had created it. Not yet.
- But right now it was time to make a few phone calls. People waited. He
- would not let them down.
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- III. THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME
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- 'alea jacta est'
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- When Onkel drove his fifty-gallon truck through the streets, never
- thinking about using the brake nor transmission, I was ready to die. Old
- Onkel was not really a good driver due to his unability to use his right
- arm ("a darn bullet from some rebel!"), and due to the fact that he enjoyed
- to gulp down a few beers before he even thought about entering the truck.
- "I tell ya this young boy", he said to me with his broken voice. "One
- got to stay close to death to really live."
- I nodded, even tough I did not really agree this very minute.
- "... and, if ya experience the Real Life, you will never worry about
- Real Death. Because death will come to ya sooner or later, but ya don't
- really care, 'cause you have experienced the Real Life. Get it?"
- "Sure."
- "Nah, ya don't get it." he mumbled and wiped away a few drips of saliva
- out of his filthy grey beard.
- We rumbled past the City Hall, beggars and robbers constantly screaming
- at us to stop. Dirty, ugly and lethal individuals everywhere. Sad sight.
- I put two rounds into my shotgun, but Onkel placed his hand over mine.
- "Never mind," he said. "These people are not the ones ya ought to waste
- your ammo on... save it for the ones who deserve it. Do not shoot the
- victims, go for the killers."
- I placed the double-piped gun on the floor. Out of my holster, I drew
- my pistol.
- "Didn't I tell ya to..." Onkel began.
- "Just checking."
- The truck took a little leap when we drove over a large piece of metal.
- It was probably some unknown device belonging to some wrecked car, perhaps
- destroyed by a bomb or by some unidentified member of the Crazed
- Rebellions. The city was packed with trash, surrounded by shabby buildings
- and grey concrete ruins.
- Onkel knew how to avoid the mine fields when driving. That made me feel
- a little bit secure. 'Tourists' and hungry criminals, however, usually did
- not know. Therefor, the city was packed with dead bodies too.
- "How did it become like this?" I asked and fumbled for my cigarettes.
- I knew the answer already, but Onkel loved to talk about it.
- "Oh, it was... uh... back in da 'ol days. Perhaps... fifty years
- ago. The beginning of this century. Some kids with expensive equipment
- examined the possibilities of changing the world with their knowledge."
- A loud bang was heard. Someone fired. Onkel pretended as he did not
- hear it.
- "... believed in a new world order. They thought that a new society
- would arise from digital anarchy. Their attack fooled everyone, including
- the top, ya know. Shit..."
- "Amazing..."
- "Kinda. But you can't have one without the other. They crushed the
- system, but the result turned out to become something completely different.
- Without a God, there is no moral. Without a system, there was no more
- rules. People did not thank them, instead chaos began ruling."
- I looked at the city of trash. I studied the people of no hope.
- "They played the most dangerous game."
- "They sure did. Nothing to do 'bout it now. No remorse."
- And the truck just kept on rolling.
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- Note: 'Digital Anarchy' is not an expression invented by me.
- I found it when I studied the uXu dist site BBS list.
- Somehow, it inspired me to write this small file.
- Call Digital Anarchy - [703]-758-0950. Sysop: Erudite.
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