8d. No Privacy Expected No Privacy Given.
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Chapter 9. NZ Shutdown Party - Ludicrous
(This for readers who want to assimilate my rantings and further feel
the need to flesh out my credentials.)
From my coffin, a titanium box on the eye level shelf of an old A4
stationery cupboard, reeking of 20th century government bureaucracy
surrounds me with a sense of tetragrammation in golden ratio
proportions, I reached out and turned off the naked light bulb
The cupboard itself is at the center of golden spirals
which touch all the surfaces in my art-deco 1950s style state-housing
bed-sit. I was blown here seeking shelter from the storm damage
to my digs at the Cheap Hotel. This government housing complex
that I was eventually evacuated to, curiously sits at the center of a
series of golden spirals, touching events and places representing
challenges I had/have to visit on the long way here.
My robot, Case, has docked. Now I remember. Gotta go get my slippery
great grandson-son, also called Jim. He just has to get over it so we
can make it on our own.
I know history is harsh and that eventually, for striking out in search
of this Ingrid mediated after-life, I will be denied my only
- killed off, for fighting back like the
UK nurse suing for her breast-cancer drug treatment, on human rights
grounds. If not, what? An invite to everyone to come and enjoy my
shutdown party, set down for September 7th, 2996, eh?
Their reason for not giving the drug on the NHS has been one of safety.
'However, you can pay for the drug privately - so does paying for it
make it safe? It is a ludicrous situation.' The nurse won her fight but
then the health system ran out of resources. In the end we're all dead
anyway, so what the heck do you make of my
choices? Call it what you will. I call it the theory of my
That trumps Nitzche's will-to-power, just so you know (that I know)
I'm talking about.
I should add, "This is only a story about a story that hasn't been
fully told yet. As it does get told, you'll know more and more."
Chapter 10. Seeking Shelter From My