Details, unscrambled from the Outernet - a psychik grid of the
dispossessed - cannot test validity of statements, most
heresay. Stop. Hope you get these. Stop.
DOOMSPAN - one of Stephen's and his Class's most
audacious escapades...convinced NASA scientists to encrypt
barcode hex on laboratory monkeys sent into space to disrupt
USSR satellites aiming to disable Regan's Star Wars
programme. Hex - transmitted via microwave cells implanted
in monkeys - would incite racial hatred along ancient
bloodlines destabilising evol empire. Stop.
"Dance to the beat of the living dead"
Stephens was living a double-life then. Hasn't he always?
East/West - didn't matter to him - con/Fusion was the ultimate
goal. K-os. Which brings me to the computer operating
system Digigenetech sold to British Civil Service - K OS
modelled on vastly inferior D OS - said to be cause of the
Scatter Virus in late 90s as the K OS spiralled time
backwards. Digigenetech won the contract from Brite
Consulting through a Sir Christopher Stephens - and why do
you think he was knighted? - said to be worth in the region of
billions. It wasn't the first time Stephens had abused his
station. This cocksuckers got a history as long as your arm
but can't be touched. He's a rum fellow alright. Spent much of
his youth in India; father a Diplomat for British Embassy but
left in very strange circumstances which were never revealed.
Educated at Eton for three years then disappeared himself.
Sightings as far off as Tibet, Malaysia, Krakow, Siberia,
Munich. Next thing he turns up as British attache in
Washington - that was the late 60s - student unrest; race riots;
demos - Stephens played his part. In fact, he should them
how to do it.
"Monkey men all, in business suits; teachers and critics all
dance the fool"
DOOMSPAN was key moment, that we're certain. Stephens
had been introduced to highest levels of US cyber intelligence
via a member of British monarchy upset with growth of union
power in own country; this member of the monarchy - we
don't know the name of - was chairman of a covert
industrial-occult company called N.E.S.T.E.N.E whose shares
inexplicably crashed in 1974. These were major players in
unheimlich capital. The board went underground calling in
favours from other shit sucking scum - these guys were like
Nazi criminals and couldn't be touched; most of them Stephens included - scuttled under the Fuzz carpet: hence the
Connection.
"If you don't want me to destroy you."
It makes sense. It makes no sense. Stop. Stephens' brother,
Miles, had been a runner for the Fuzz in the early 70s. He'd
left a real trail of misery culminating in the Bopal Twitching
Nerve atrocity. Children born tentacled. Real ugly. When
N.E.S.T.E.N.E went down, Miles pulled a few strings and,
bingo, brother Christopher resurfaces. Just like the Id. Stop.
"Eat yerself fitter!"
The human form is being digitally tapered - models in high
fashion spreads being literally airbrushed into shape; cheap
mass produced photo-software psycho-actively depleting our
shape and artificially steering procreative aesthetics; despite
the fact that many people in the Western hemispheres are
reaching new levels of obesity at an alarming rate. Why? I'll
fuckin' tell you why - it's an unconscious evolutionary
precaution for the second Ice Age. It's time to get messy,
people. The 'older ones' may be losing control of human
evolution despite kickstarting the whole damn thing. Stop.
"Sitting by a hillside, watching all the people die."
Back to Stephens, then. DOOMSPAN was a smoke screen.
The trivial game of human politics played by East/West
super-powers was the perfect foil for his DJYNXX cohorts,
spreading Pknotic Manuscript fear. DOOMSPAN would
reverse engineer human DNA structure causing internal
particle reformation at sub-atomic level. The hex would be
transmitted into every home and workstation via the USSR
satellites the project was was meant to disrupt. The beauty
was that DOOMSPAN could not affect already existing human
species - only the unborn through human male spermatozoa
and the recently conceived. DJYNXX knew the future was the
children. But what sort of future? And what sort of...?
"All of my friends, baby, they're going insane."
Herald report landed on my desk today re American teenager
- R Carter - found pulped in Ohio. Carter had dysfunctional
family life and was rumoured to be morbidly fond of loud,
aggressive Popular music termed "doom rock" also linked to
occult practice ring (named OBERON) in the Cleveland region
said to be involved in the killing and torturing of animals. Stop.
One of ring, upon hearing of Carter's fate, gassed himself in
mother's automobile. Stop. We think the ring must've turned
on him, moving into human sacrifice.
"Neptune, Titan, stars can frighten..."
Casebook of Peter Roedelius, Harley Street physician and
founder of the dubious Pan Axial Therapy school reports that
one Miles Stephens booked into the clinic last May (01) for
treatment and that's the last that's been seen of him.