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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Planet Police

Where does the violent tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colour, but where does the first blending enter into the other.
So with sanity and insanity.

-Herman Melville


“They’ve killed half the forest, the bastards”, She said, slurping her Earl Grey a little. The curtains were still now. The rain had melted away and eloped with the breeze. She was reading through the day’s newspaper and frowning over a front page article on Progresscore Pvt. Ltd’s new industrial site. There was a photograph of looming, cold iron giants spitting ropes of smoke out into what was once a thriving natural rain forest. “Stupid bastards”, she said again, “Kill the trees, kill the animals and make fucking injection moulded space parts. They’ve messed up the planet so much we might just need them after all.”

Terry is part of the Planet Police. A covert and very radical group whose manifesto outlines a return to humanity’s hunter-gatherer roots. They burn down factories and assassinate toxic waste dumping captains of industry. They believed that animals should not be raised for mass slaughter and that every grass, tree and fungus is sacrosanct. Hunting for sport is the biggest no-no. If you’re going to kill something, at least eat it. During the last fox season, there was not a soul in the woods. The previous year PP had shot several about 10 people and now no one dared to set foot there.

It had been a tiring night. Last night she had been on her first killing operation. She and three others had assassinated the president of Oleo, one Colonel Green, in his mistress’s apartment. She was out of the place of course. They had seen to that. They had drowned him in her bath tub, cut him up and stuffed him into four separate freezer compartments. “Green sacrificed for green…ironic”, they had joked after.

Terry Yawned and stretched on her chair. A small wind blew in through the curtains and she thought to herself “Ratfart”, and smiled. Earlier this morning it had rained and gusted heavily. Unpredictable, confused, ridiculous weather. Just another side effect from the massive environmental damage.

She showered and dressed and headed out to the city dump. Hidden behind the back wall was a small shed that served as PP’s OP centre. There were twenty people in her chapter and she was the last one to arrive. Soon they began drawing up their next mission involving the looting and burning of a laboratory that used Capuchin monkeys to test cosmetic products. They would use the product on its face, kill the monkey and then peel of the skins to see whether the lipstick had reacted with it. The meeting took about three hours. Only the appointed cook of the day excused himself early to prepare lunch for the group. Putting on a “kiss the cook” apron, he whistled as walked into the kitchen.

Lunch looked delicious! There were organic haricot beans, asparagus, potatoes and an assortment of table greens and especially succulent was the Pot Roast Green. They always ate what they killed.

7 Comments:

At 11:39 PM, Blogger Vignesh said...

Hmm.. I read a book about returning to the humankind's hunter gatherer roots... Ishmael by Daniel Quinn...

Morbidly interesting post though...

 
At 4:27 AM, Blogger Ostrich said...

My goodness! :) A namesake!!!! :) And one who lives in B'lore too! :)

Dropped in here form Closet Claustrophobic's page.. and i like what i see... :)

You can find my corner under the sand at http://flotsam.rediffblogs.com

See ya!

 
At 10:09 PM, Blogger Jugular Bean said...

Neat story. We sure do need a planetary police!

 
At 2:17 AM, Blogger retarius said...

that was rather....amazing. nice story.

 
At 9:40 AM, Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Be careful. The Man have indormants and spies at a deep level in the Planetry Police.
There's a rocky road ahead.

 
At 9:41 AM, Blogger Roger Stevens said...

I meant informants obviously.

Although the indormants, who creep up on you when you're alseep, can be very scary.

 
At 10:31 PM, Blogger Ostrich said...

Vignesh- will have a look/see. Anything that is back to basics is good by me.

Jugs- We need a police police too! someone to civilise civilization.

Retarius- Thank you dear.

Roger- a 'beautiful mind' perhaps?

 

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