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OBS! Denna textfil ingår i ett arkiv som är dedikerat att bevara svensk undergroundkultur, med målsättningen att vara så heltäckande som möjligt. Flashback kan inte garantera att innehållet är korrekt, användbart eller baserat på fakta, och är inte heller ansvariga för eventuella skador som uppstår från användning av informationen.
### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### #### #### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ###### ###### [ Three Rendez-vous With The Men Of Power ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "THREE RENDEZ-VOUS WITH THE MEN OF POWER" by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu "this is not a speculative philosophy this is not a twisted thought this is the empirical reality be my guest, have a look around and see for yourself" (I.S Jr.) First Rendez-Vous; FREE INFORMATION. He confronted each of the members of the state by staring into their eyes one by one. They did not look away, but he could tell that they were quite annoyed by his presence in the sterile and cold room. Their black suits looked like monoliths made of stone against the white walls. I want free information, he said. I want it all. I want to know what you do with my life. I want to know what you know. The men in the black suits looked at each other with neutral faces, some of them tapped their fingers against the circular table. He stood by the door staring at them and they stared back. His eyes were filled with hate, they just seemed to be bored. It lies in the word Information that it should be free, he said. Naturally, they answered. But all information cannot be free. We cannot reveal our secrets for you. You are a simple citizen. We are the power. He raised a finger. No, the people are the power. We are the power, they repeated. He sighed. He knew that it would be like this. Talking to the state implicated something like speaking to a wall. Revolution. What did you say? they asked him. This time he smelled fear in the air. I said Revolution. The people have the power, we can always crush you in a bloody revolution. I guess you are aware of that my humble friends. Something happened. The state tried to remain calm. What do you want from us? they asked. He felt glad. He had succeed - the magic word Revolution had helped him. It was time to demand things for real. I want. Pause. Silence. I want - free information. You want free information? I want to know it all? He was in control now. They had to listen to him and do as he told them to. But he had to be careful, one mistake could be fatal. Yes. I want to know everything. I want all your papers, all your files and all your secrets. Right. This was too easy. You can have it all tomorrow. Fine! He marched out of the room like a winner. He was a winner. The state would give him the free information. He just had to wait. The next day, seven bombers swept past his house. He cursed himself for being so stupid. They were going to kill him. But then he saw the free information. It rained over him. Seven air planes, enormous and made of cold steel, opened their bomb doors and released several tonnes of papers, files and secrets. The massive information flow fell over him and crushed his house and himself. Top secret papers blew away in the breeze and danced over his lawn. His dead face smiled when the bombers disappeared beyond the horizon. He had won the victory over the State. Second Rendez-Vous; WHAT IS THE PRICE OF LIFE? What is the price of life? he asked the State. No answer. The people in the black suits just yawned as a response to the question. Let me tell you something I seriously doubt that you know. One man interrupted him. We know the price of life, the man said. The price is life is judged against how many lives that can be saved. If we kill one man to save ten, we have not done anything wrong. Wrong! The man smiled. What is wrong with that? Pure utilitarianism, nothing wrong with that. He felt the anger boil inside him. His head would explode any second if he did not calm down. You cannot put a tag on a human life! he yelled. Yes, we can. We do it all the time. He took a deep breath. The chill air filled his lungs and left him in a peaceful state. He was ready to continue the discussion in a suitable manner. I know you do it all the time. Good. But many people do not know this. Of course. Do you know what would happen if everybody in this country knew that you just kill for money and for the sake of saving your own position as the power? No answer. The men looked down, fearing the unknown. You would lose your power. No answer. You would disappear. No answer. Do you know what I am going to do now? No answer. But their scared faces revealed that they knew what he was going to do next. I am going to go out and tell the world about our little conversation. People will listen to me. They will be aware of your 'pure utilitarianism'. This has been a nice talk. Bye. He stepped out of the room and out on the street. Life is not something you can buy or sell, he thought. Life is not cheap. It is a gift which is not given to you by the state. Life is expensive. But life was cheap. It only took one single bullet from a sniper's rifle to end his life. The State raised the money. Pure utilitarianism - one man for the men in power. The Last Rendez-Vous; THE MAN IN POWER. There was one empty chair. Without a word, she walked to it and sat down. His move was rather arrogant. No one sat by the circular table expect for the men in power. The room, the chairs and the table was reserved for the State and no one else. I feel good sitting here, she said and smiled. The men in the black suits mumbled something to each other. I feel good, because I know this is my place. We have a democracy in this country, she said. The people are the power. I am one of the people. I have the power, hence I can sit here. We have the power, a man said and stared at him with angry eyes. You do not have the power. You should not be here. We have a rendez-vous, remember? I am here to talk to you people. But you should not sit down on a chair that belongs to someone else. Watch me. She placed her feet on the circular table. I can do whatever I feel for. I am a free human. You are just people, people, people. Just like me! You are no Gods! The men burst out laughing. I have seen you kill two men today. You can kill me if you want to. I do not care. You can put me in jail, torture me - but I will never lose my freedom. The men just laughed and slapped their knees. What are you laughing about? I am right, and you know it! We are not Gods, a giggling man answered. You see! But you are sitting on his chair. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// So bright, so strong. Who did what? 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