"The Great Time" -
A fantasy novel about the near Future
Written by: Stephan Rickens (a.k.a. Tapani Riekkinen)
Manuscript (Literary agents and/or publishers sought!)
The author occupied leading posts in international trade for years and was located a.o.t. in Cologne, Brussels and in Soviet Union and Russia as well. Speaking English, German, French and Russian he could follow the global development at the economic and political level as well as write articles for various papers about his views and forecasts as to the foreseeable future of the world. He received unasked support for his future fantasies from President George W. Bush, who accomplished them in his Antiterror Crusade against the evil axis.
The Great Time takes place early 2020’s, when the new technique enables the cloning of dead humans into full-grown “cyberts”, who resemble their living origins by all their qualities. At the motion of the U.N. Secretary General the stalemated United Nations has a Peace Council cloned from nine deceased great statesmen to draw up the Peace Plan for the world. All leaders of the U.N. member states arrive in New York to witness and follow the opening week of the Peace Council. The work of Peace Council gets, however, disturbed by the controversies between the cyberts and living leaders of great powers and further aggravated by the destruction of the U.S. spy plane AWACS in the Pacific which results in an acute military crisis between the U.S.A., Russia and China. Disputes between the U.S. Democrat and Republican President candidates as well as the “I love life” ultimatums and terror strikes by the mystic Unabomber II in New York almost stalemate the work of the Peace Council already during the first week.
The son of the Secretary Generak is putting final touches to his doctoral thesis about the ESCUP on the top of a mountain in Finnish Lapland with his girlfriend, He' a member in the ESCUP poll follow-up and furnished with a GPS-transmitter. The satellite GPS-tracking can locate it within an inch deviation anywhere in the world and remotely program the microphone to transmit.
The talks between the son Secretary General and his sharp-tongued girlsfriend are communicated to the Globeholo of the ESCUP-halls accidentally at first. A summary of the foreword of his thesis (Lectio praecursora) have to be shown to the ESCUP-assembly next day, at the demand of the cyberts. The startling and often irresistibly funny dialog between the son and his girlfriend turns in the heated debates between the living deputies and the cyberts and between American, Russian and French journalists, who are the main characters of the novel, as well.
The Great Time is an entertaining, but also impressive novel. Step by step the narration becomes an enormously thrilling fantasy about the fate of the humankind, which culminates ”as the happy end of the world”.
The Mission
The rising sun had almost totally cleared the rain heavy clouds from above the misty mountains, the stony, western slopes of which still remained in the dark, threatening shadow. When the first sunbeams lowered along the eastern mountainside of the funnel-shaped valley, it seemed as if a black, uneven shadow had descended upon it, under a lumpy shelf that grew dwarfed grass. The shadow covered a carefully camouflaged cave entrance that was impossible to detect from the satellites or from targeting fighters with their infrared and thermal devices. The cave entrance couldn't have been discovered by a spectator from any direction than from the opposite slope at the same altitude or if a helicopter or a remote-controlled miniature spy-plane had ventured to drop itself that low among the turbulent winds of valley. A small, cobaltblue lake glittered dimly at the bottom of the valley.
A tall man, dressed in a long, white caftan with a round, white headdress, came in sight from under the lumpy shelf. A brownish, fringy beard framed his tanned face. The tall man shaded his eyes, looked around, then turned and raised his right hand. Another man, almost a head shorter, with a black turban and dressed in a black, loose jacket and black full trousers and boots, stepped out from the shadow to the right side of the tall man. The ellipse-shaped, pale face of the shorter man was beardless and the glasses without bows on his aquiline nose glittered in the early sunshine. The taller man put his hand on the shoulder of the shorter man and said in a silent, melodious voice, in Arabic,
"All glory to God for this new day, Suleiman, my brother in Belief!"
"So is, Mullah, my brother in Belief," Suleiman answered and bowed his head.
"There is no other god but Allah and Muhammad is His servant and Messenger!"
"Allahu Akbar and all glory to Islam!"
"So be it!" the Mullah took his hand off Suleiman's shoulder and continued, "So, my brother in Belief. Can you accomplish your holy task to the glory of Allah and Islam?"
"I will do it with God's help and to His glory!" Suleiman bowed to his superior again.
"It's time for the Fajr, morning prayer, my brother in Belief," the Mullah said.
Both brothers in Belief turned their face to Kaba, Holy House of Allah, raised their hands behind their ears and said "Allahu Akbar". They lowered their hands and placed their right hands over the left ones above the navel and started the praying ritual on the carpets given them from behind. After having finished their time of prayer the taller Mullah embraced his smaller brother in Belief and said,
"Go now and don't look back! Be God's peace, grace and blessing with you!"
Without waiting for an answer the tall Mullah turned and disappeared in darkness. Suleiman swept his face and raised his right hand; a man, dressed in full white, walked in sight pulling on his heels a mule with saddlebags on its both hips. Suleiman mounted, put his Kalashnikov crosswise on the saddle before him, smacked and guided the mule along the narrow, invisible path that climbed uphill just as the sun disappeared behind the mountain top and the rugged hole under the lumpy shelf was wrapped in the overall dusk of the valley.
1. Intermediaries
Bastards! Bureaucrats, shrunk into their own fears and with servile minds climbed to their high positions in the career elevators of their home countries! No stomach to make any decision linked even remotely with independent thinking! Governments must back everything!
Two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, made uneasy moves on their easy chairs and glanced hastily at each other. Discontent of the Secretary General of the United Nations made itself clear without words. The Secretary General sighed, took a slender Churchill cigar from the humidor on the polished rosewood table, carefully ripped up the banderole, lit with no hurry and breathed first relishing smokes. A thin, almost invisible smile appeared on his lips when the eyes of two gentlemen facing him followed the winding curls of smoke and then turned to the ´Fresh Air Knight` shield on the side wall. It was, from the first, a certificate of honor from the WHO, World Health Organization, for persons distinguished in reducing pollution and devastation of the atmosphere. With time the antismoker fanatics had started using its fake copies in their campaigns. A glimpse in the eyes of the Russian, plump in his too tight brown suit, relieved that he would have no objection to a cigar. The elaborately twisted moustache of the American quivered, hardly noticeably, but nevertheless as a clear sign of dislike. Both men sighed, for different reasons, turning their anxious eyes back to the Secretary General.
The absolute silence of the office was disturbed only by the subdued hum of air-conditioning and soft swiveling of black-leather-covered armchairs. The solid, upholstered door shut off the noise of secretaries and security men in the anteroom. The anemic autumn sun of Vienna gleamed through the tight Venetian blinds over armored glass windows. Nothing else but the sky and clouds could, in fact, have been seen in the U.N. Austrian office that was carefully protected from terrorist attacks on the top floors of a thirty-floor tower in the city center.
The capital of Austria had once again become a bargaining place between the West and East after the détente, started by the last leader of Soviet Union, Mikhail Gorbachev´s perestroika in 1985, ended in the disastrous Yeltsin regime in Russia at the turn of millennium and after almost all former East Bloc countries had joined the NATO and the Mladoruskies had replaced the weak successor of President Putin with their leader, the present General-President, in the Second Russian Revolution.
A few years before it and about eight years after the terror attacks had devastated the World Trade Center 9/11/2001 and turned the hopeful world into a perplexed world, he himself had entered, as a curious Doctor of National Economics, the U.N. Financial Administration. Since the 9/11 the fragile Antiterror Coalition led by the U.S.A had waged the ragged, asymmetric war with the al-Qaeda and all other terrorist organizations and a bit more symmetric wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. These wars had soon developed into civil wars and created an economic-political crisis in the Middle East, sharpened by the everlasting and unsettled struggle between Israel and the scattered Palestinian state about the Lebensraum and the Iranian nuke threat as well.
All this had made the United Nations an icon which the leading antiterrorist, the United States, tried to manipulate at will. He had been only one year as the Secretary General, but this year had made him almost a nervous wreck. He felt as though his hands were handcuffed and his mouth gagged. No real freedom of action! Ignoring warnings of his U.N. friends he had approved this most ungrateful job in the world. He regretted it now.
8. The Rednecks
..."There's nothing new under the sun, said Solomon!" Nikolai said dangling his glass. "History knows scores of twisted people hanging around the power who are ready either to destroy the power or to sell their services to the power. Embittered Ephialtes guided the Persians to the back of Leonidas' Greeks in the Thermopylae pass. Judas was rewarded with 30 silver coins by revealing Jesus for the Romans in Gethsemane. And your Delta Force hardly could have killed Osama bin Laden, unless some al-Qaeda insider had kept your intelligence informed of his exact whereabouts, for big money, of course, I think."
"It's not sure they killed him!" Alvin interrupted. "Not even a single DNA-sample of his corpse has been found. It's true that al-Qaeda considers their leader as a martyr now, but it can be an ingenious plot to combine the ranks of the Muslim world against us, the Great Satan. Through the ages the martyrs have had no difficulties to make their fanatic believers even more fanatic followers. Jesus is a good example of it. Bin Laden may be alive somewhere in the world and literally laugh in his sleeve, while masterminding his Jihad. He had doubles; our Delta Force may have killed one of them!"
"You, I mean the Americans, are unbelievable! As though in the Wild West!" Nikolai laughed. "You don't believe, before you see bin Laden hanging on the gallows with a DNA-certificate around his neck. The fact is, anyway, that bin Laden has not shown up in public since...WHAT!"
The smoky noise of the Rednecks erupted into bellowing: Go, Jimmy, go! The wide-angle TV above the bar shelves showed the semifinals of the Third Championship of UNOPCA (United Nation Organization for Promoting Conventional Armament) in which the U.S. Marine Major James F. Sark, the winner of the previous year, had just qualified for the final as the last one of six. Alvin and Nikolai were shaking their heads when watching over-zealous Rednecksians; it was impossible to hear one's own voice in the general hubbub.
"Great madness has the upper hand everywhere today, like the praising of conventional arms so that nuclear and biochemical arms wouldn't be used!" Nikolai said.
"The UNOPCA is an important element of the U.N. Antiterror campaign as you well know...As if al-Qaeda and the free terrorists respected the rules of the war!" Alvin puffed.
"You said it, I-", Nikolai grasped his chest, leaned over the table and started coughing heavily.
Alvin got up to patting on Nikolai's back and said,
"Don't get choked, old pal!"
"I'll soon get choked definitely, Alvin.... Am already...in the home straight!" Nikolai wheezed. "I was a very heavy smoker for decades...One thing leads to another. I once saw Stalin's living self. I was about three or four then and don't, of course, remember it myself. My father told me about it after Stalin's death, when he was released from the Gulag. Before Stalin sent him to there, he was a supervisor in the Kremlin cinema showing movies to Stalin and his entourage, mainly Westerns and Chaplin. Hozhyayin, the Master, had once walked in with his smoking pipe in hand. Father and other hands were naturally petrified, but I had gone to Stalin and shrilled: "Uncle takesch the pipe off, Daddy hasch refusched!" Stalin had burst out laughing and snapped: "What if all Russians took care of their duties as carefully as this brave young comrade!" It's hard to believe that I saw Stalin lifelike a few hours ago."
"I feel the same as to Kennedy. I was born ten years after his assassination."
12. The day of joy
Alvin found finally the right channel and they landed at the words of Churchill.
"...Whitehall called the negros Whiteman's burdens, quoting Kipling. Even the tiniest details had to be taught to them, by the hand. They had to be watched all the time; otherwise they stole everything or ran to their villages."
"I don't quite understand what you're driving at, Sir Winston." Hammarskjöld said.
"Don't pretend you don't understand!" Churchill growled.
"Sir Winston means," Kennedy said in his melodious Boston accent, "that Lumumba's fanatical outbursts about exploitation of the Third World are one-eyed. Lumumba ignores totally the self-responsibility of the black man."
"Precisely, Jack. Freedom means to the negros they've the right to take over all achievements of the white man for nothing. After the free black man has thoroughly mixed up his life or country, he starts charging the white man with it! Exactly as Lumumba did a few minutes ago. The white man should prevent the black man from throwing his money away and damaging himself. As in kindergarten, phooey!
"Sir Winston! I also know Africa!" Hammarskjöld said excited. "Freedom from colonialism brought with it excessive action. Let's, however, keep in mind that the development from the Stone Age to today cannot take place in a twinkling. Freedom and responsibility are-"
"-commonplace slogans only, " Churchill interrupted. "As soon as the black man has gained freedom, his only responsibility seems to be to collect all the achievements of the white man in his greedy hands, in which activity the so called freedom fighters have distinguished extraordinarily. I read appalling stories about black dictators who stole their national properties worth billions of dollars for themselves and for their families and kinsmen. And what's the worst is that thanks to the WHO, UNICEF, UNESCO, Red Cross and sewing circles of foolish white women there are about a billion Whiteman's burdens killing each other and crying for more money from the white man."
"-and for peace-keeping forces to stop killing!" Kennedy cried.
"And as to Lumumba, I have to say only that-! Churchill growled but was interrupted by Hammarskjöld.
"Sir Winston! Please, not so loud! Lumumba may hear, Sir Winston. As to the black man, you're partly right. But you must admit that colonial powers exploited Africa for centuries."
"A useful cliché for fishing for votes from developing countries in the U.N." Kennedy said. "In my lifetime I dreamt my Peace Corps would bring peace and prosperity to developing countries. Now I would form a Pacification Corps and give its soldiers a carrot in one hand and a stick in another. The black man is still a child and children are best raised with good old Christian principles, by threatening, blackmailing and bribing! I no longer believe in Dr. Spock's principles of free upbringing, popular in the Sixties. Even its white descendants seem to riot on the streets now, not to mention its black ones. Did you see the news release about Berkeley campus last night? Muslims, mostly black, set fire to the library with Molotov's cocktails just like that! ´Down with white lies,` they shouted rhythmically under banners. The Islamic Jihadism, with which the al-Qaeda is trying to contaminate the living world, is a fatal cocktail for the civilized way of life, not alone in the United States."
Churchill leaned his robust body on Kennedy and Hammarskjöld and squeaked.
"But Lumumba, with his indisputable charisma, may now get even the black Christians become fanatic. He was a Christian. Hammarskjöld, you knew Lumumba in your living days? Couldn't you talk some sense to him now?"
"What we are talking about now has nothing to do with whom I knew when alive! Besides, I refuse to answer provocative questions!" Hammarskjöld mumbled thin-lipped and said then formally, "Gentlemen, I think we must go back to our seats now."
18. The morning rhapsody
"INTRODUCTION
Motto: History is not events, but people. And it is not just people remembering, it is people acting and living their past in the present. History is the pilot's instant act of decision, which crystallizes all the knowledge, all the science, all that has been learned since man began` Jacob Bronowski: The Ascent of the Man, page 269."
"HEPHEP. Don't blow your top, Pirre!" The Boy raised his eyes to the sunny sky. "I would just like to remind you, the cybert delegates in New York, of a few facts as though you would hear me...You, the revived, are expected to guide living mankind to the permanent world peace, which has never prevailed so far, and to become pilots of history as I quoted above! What about if the present time has overtaken you?"
That's enough! Secretary General pressed TiTiTiTa and announced to both halls that it was time to return to the normal order of the day. His announcement raised protests and short but fierce discussion in the Cyberhall. Finally, Paasikivi thundered to the partition wall, "Perkele! Don't interrupt! Secretary General, your son reasons well... and the girl, too.Try to match them there!" Secretary General bit his lips when the Big Hall laughed, and gave the floor to the AU Secretary General who suggested, "Why not listen to the young doctor in spe at least for a while because he, and his girlfriend, may give us useful ideas." The A.U.'s proposal was adopted in a quick woting.
In the meantime, the Boy disputed with the Girl about whether his father was right as to the grounds for Cybercloning.
"Well, Dad justified his initiative to ask the resurrected for advice, because the U.N. activity had then been in a blind alley for years so that any new vision appeared him more lucrative than anemic old routines... Yet I can't wholly qualify the scientific grounds of the YESDA, even less adapting Fuzzy Logic in it. ´Anything can have influence upon anything in the world` reads the first sentence of the theoretical chapter in the YESDA-research. On the other hand, this theoretical section resembles mashed potatoes as much as Wittgenstein's ´Tractatus- philosophicus`. This Must of modern Logic surpassed my comprehension. Dad didn't understand it, either. His underlining ended after ´We cannot think anything illogical, because we should then think illogically.` Think about the really Fuzzy Logic of this conclusion too long, you'll go hit your head against the Karelian pine."
Even Secretary General burst out laughing. The Karelian pine struck my mind also in this context. In the Cyberhall Churchill laughed with tears in his eyes, "I knew Wittgenstein by name and Russell, his mentor, personally. Both were more or less crazy, at least in their olden days!"
Five thousand miles away, the Girl said instructively,
"Wait! I had a basic course in the Fuzzy. The Fuzzy microprocessor computes so called data bunches of different types non-linearly but simultaneously by means of the Fuzzy Approximation Theorem or FAT so that the data bunches partly overlap. The common, overlapping areas of these data bunches are called gray or fuzzy areas. The FAT-unit is called fit which is abbreviation of Fuzzy unIT. Fit-values can vary between 0 and 1, not being either 0 or 1 as bits in the binary, linear Logic."
"World peace cannot be defined with fits, be cybert neural brains furnished with whatsoever fats!" the Boy retorted.
"Don't play smart-aleck, stupid!...The adaptation of common sense in the computing technology means in this case FAT. The FAT can quantify inaccurate data by means of Fuzzy feedback and teach itself step by step to make accurate conclusions even about immaterial matters. The FAT is the main reason why cyberts can associate. These revived male cronies will be made repent for flaws and faults of their living days at first and then the FAT-feedback produces the undimop, or what was it?, with which we the living sweep all warmongers away from the world!"
21. "Bombs away!"
Despite the announcement of the Lord Mayor wild rumors started floating in New York and along the U.N. corridors immediately after ´the nuclear brunch`; the blasting of the Statue of Liberty wouldn't have been ´a chicanery of the Cyberclowns` but a reminder of the alleged death anniversary of Osama bin Laden and a warning from the al-Qaeda of the worse to come. ´The timing tallies too well!` many radio and TV-stations and papers proclaimed. The most faint-hearted New Yorkers stayed at home or even started leaving the city; many offices and enterprises in the skyscrapers of Manhattan closed their doors, many schools, museums and other public institutes as well. The hospitals increased their standby state for the catastrophes.
At 13.25 hours Secretary General called Eileen for dictating and was about to blow his top when he saw giggling Eileen was wearing the Unabomber T-shirt with the slogan ´Unabomber = Savior` decorated with a cartoon of a muscular U-man hammering the torch of the State of Liberty in palm twigs for a peace pigeon looking Secretary General. The shirts were for sale fifty dollars a piece outside of the U.N. building. The gag didn't amuse Secretary General, when he started dictating.
"I categorically dismiss any rumors about an unknown threat to the United Nations, for New York or for the world. The brunch for the leaders of nuclear powers was arranged by common consent to emphasize the importance of their last joint attendance at the ESCUP session today. They will sign together an appeal for World Peace there. To show their determination, they also agreed upon a special Bombs Away!-operation in Manhattan and in their capitals to demonstrate their willingness to search for and dismantle nuclear charges or any mass destruction weapons possibly hidden by the terrorists in urban centers and to emphasize their adamant, unanimous will in their quest for World Peace."
After having finished, he curtly asked Eileen to leave the room and to redress decently. He went to the window. Below the East River was flowing as before, glittering in the afternoon sunshine as if mocking his gloomy thoughts. Bombs Away! was Rajiv Matala's brainchild just before the beginning of brunch. It was finally accepted, although all experts were convinced that it was possible to find nuclear bombs in big cities within a few hours only with fabulous luck. A bomb can be hidden in a forgotten attic closet of a skyscraper, in the garage of an ordinary family, in an abandoned flat, in the sewer system, anywhere. The search would require thousands of experts, a declared state of emergency, days, even weeks, and the result would not be guaranteed even then. Besides, the state of emergency would produce a state of panic, whereas the Bombs Away! would mean men in radiation-coveralls driving back and forth on the streets with screaming horns that would possibly produce only a few sarcastic jokes. If the Unabomber is bluffing Bombs Away! patrols will find fake bombs; if not; real bombs would also be found and deactivated, of course, according to the Unabomber's instructions. The U.N. and the ESCUP would gain positive publicity in both cases.
"Good afternoon, Sir!"
Unabomber's hoarse voice sent a chilly shiver up Secretary General's spine. Is that man already here? He turned but the room was empty. He rushed to the deskholo, but saw only the roaring waves in the screen. It was 13.35 hours. Do I already hear hallucinations?
"It was really smart to use the Lord Mayor to eliminate panic." The voice of the Unabomber said from the middle of roaring waves, teasingly. "The Bombs Away was even more ingenious. Anyway, you know well that no one can find my bombs by 20.00 hours without me, although you would turn Manhattan and eight capitals upside down. But I won't bother you longer; you seem to be tired, no wonder! Besides, you must prepare for the ESCUP session and try to be awake there! Perhaps we'll meet soon? Have a nice day!"
Secretary General almost collapsed in his chair. To be awake! Have a nice day! How dare he fuck me over that way! Perhaps we'll meet soon? Does he or does he not appear at the ESCUP session personally? He pressed the secretary key so long that Peggy -who had just arrived to assist him in the Big Hall- had reproachful astonishment in her brown eyes when she appeared at the door.
22. The tension tightens
Chapter 4. From Egoutism to Egoutilism
This chapter points out how Egoutilist economic theory and doctrine of Sir Edward Hiller were derived from the original idea of Egoutism of Dr. Jaakko Melkonen.
4.1 The three fundaments of the Egoutist theory of Dr. Jaakko Melkonen
4.1.1 The principle of Egoism
Dr. Melkonen adapted ´The Social Contract` of Jean-Jacques Rousseau of 1762 in four arguments:
1) Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.
2) The citizen surrenders his rights and possessions to the general will by a social contract.
3) If the society misuses its general will, it aims necessarily at impartial good.
4) A citizen must then have the right to become free to act against such impartial good.
= Principle of the justified egoism
4.1.2 The principle of Utilitarism or goodprofit
English socio-philosophers Jeremy Bentham and John Stuart Mill developed Utilitarism or the doctrine of the goodprofit in the 1800´s. Dr. Melkonen worked out three arguments from it:
1) The good is thoroughly good, desired and desirable.
2) Attaining the good should not be a direct goal, but one must endeavor to reach it by carrying out idealistic or cultural aims one has set for oneself.
3) Striving after the good is an activity contributing to the best possible consequences both for its pursuer and his fellow citizens.
= Principle of the justified goodprofit
4.1.3 The principle of Free will
The French Nobelist Henri Bergson developed the principle of free will in the beginning of the 1900´s. Dr. Melkonen crystallized his doctrine in three arguments:
1) Mankind would not have developed from lower organisms to its present state according to mechanistic natural selection (Darwinism), unless life force (élan vital) had adjusted the parts of the organisms into entities. The entities are greater than the sum of its parts and on a higher level of development.
2) Man develops by bathing in the stream of his experience or in the stream of consciousness of which his free will find the right direction for life as well as instructions for it.
3) The lifetime (duration) is the continuous process based on the free will of man, in which he exploits his stream of consciousness in order to reach his goals in the future.
= Principle of justified free will
4.2 The Egoutism of Dr. Jaakko Melkonen
Dr. Melkonen finished his theory while being a scholar at the London School of Economics in 1997-1999. The main concept of his theory reads as follows:
A citizen must have the birthright to select objectives of his activities and tasks so that working with them creates for him sufficiently 1) free choices, 2) good and 3) profit.
It means that society must make possible all activities of a citizen unless these activities prevent activities of his fellow citizens. A citizen must have the right to seek freely instructions and rules for his life from his own experiences but without violating the rights of others. Citizens conducting this kind of life will discover the clean means that will justify the ends of their lives and build a world where all needs of individuals and of their societies will be justly satisfied. The study of Dr. Melkonen, “Egoutism, a New Approach to the National Economy”, was referred to in all directories of the London School of Economics until 2015 when it disappeared due to a computer virus, as it was told.
4.3 The Egoutilism of Sir Edward Hiller
English professor Edward Hiller published the doctrine of Egoutilism in his book ´Egoutilism- A Revolutionary Approach to the International National Economy`. I will point out that Hiller based his theory on the ideas of Dr. Melkonen, but omitted his name as a source. Hiller mixed Dr. Melkonen’s thoughts with theories of Smith, Keynes and Friedman which are, in essence, controversial to those of Rousseau, Bentham-Mill and Bergson, which were the basis of Dr. Melkonen. Hiller defines his Egoutilism in three phrases:
An individual has the birthright to choose the most suitable modes of action for himself and to seek for the level of happiness and profit most suitable for himself. He has a social right to seek freely, but without violating the rights of others, means and rules to justify the ends of his life in his own society where an Invisible Stable Hand, characteristically just to his society, will be created. A special Global Stable Hand will then be generated in the world to guide and control the activity of all individuals of all societies in the rightful way and in the rightful order…I reason that my honored opponent invented these "Hands" only to offer unlimited operation conditions to his Globalist sponsors and to lick, the power elite of the world economy in this way. HEPHEP.”
"What's wrong now?" The Boy snapped, seeing The Girl’s forefinger rise.
"Licking would crackle badly in the debate!"
"This is my thesis debate", he said sulkily.
"Leave out the licking, please! It sounds sharp, but it's a cheap gag. We are taught in the Uni that if you feel your wording is a direct hit, strike it out!"
He kept silent, his brows knit, browsing his file and sighed.
"You may be right…for once. Anyway, it was not in my original text; it came to my mind just now. And…it came to my mind, just now, too, that what else his Global Stable Hand means but the self-piloting balancing power of market forces. Trusting blindly this, the world drove to the abyss years ago, with its headlights on! Yap, I’ll use this weapon in my public defense! HEP."
4.4 The blind point of the Egoutilist doctrine of Edward Hiller
Hiller's reputation as one of the leading economists made his Egoutilism internationally known, when he argued that he had developed the ´Unified Field Theory of Economics` to solve all economic problems. He was awarded with the Nobel Prize and raised to the peerage in England, which further increased his reputation.
Hiller took Fuzzy Logic as the basis of his argumentation in his doctrine and the Indeterminacy Principle as well, mirroring Werner Heisenberg, whose Indeterminacy Principle of Physics holds well in practice but cannot be proved mathematically. Hiller proved his Indeterminacy Principle of Economics mathematically but not in practice. The empirical proof is in my opinion impossible simply because Hiller marks economic cycles with the digital constant of ”1” in his proof. To fill this basic void in his theory Hiller developed his Global Stable Hand which I call Common Fuzzy Denominator. This ingenious insight - The Boy sneered - made possible that Egoutilism can be adapted in theory for any econometric algorithm in the desired way.
Apparently to eliminate all criticism of his Egoutilism but in practice to camouflage its ambiguities, Hiller developed the DelusionDelete-corollary for his doctrine. Its obscure definition reads, ´The unambiguous headwork in the Information Society is the sole basis for solving any economic problem.` His D/D corollary was eagerly adopted by the Globalist sociologists in their fabrication of the DeleteDelusion-therapy; in practice, brain-washing. The D/D consultants preach in popular language, how the Global Stable Hand will help every citizen. ´Today you, tomorrow me, patience be my glory! ` HEPHEP."
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