Mother Of Pearl Moment
Are you irritated yet?
When a grain of sand gets into the fleshy folds of an oyster, the oyster begins secreting nacre, a mixture of calcium carbonate and protein, to coat the irritant. This eventually creates a pearl.
We are the oysters, fear is the grain of sand, and the surveillance-security matrix is the pearl — from “their” perspective. It seems no one ever questions the need for security, we just complain about how it’s implemented. We are fooled into exposing our tender flesh, so the grain of fear can be planted.
When I was a kid, if someone wanted to catch a flight somewhere, they arrived at the airport, figured out which gate their plane was at, walked out on the tarmac, climbed the steps, took an empty seat, and paid the stewardess cash for the ticket. Sure, you could buy a ticket ahead of time to ensure a seat, but it wasn’t required.
Then came a rash of high-jackings in the early 1970s, mostly to Cuba. Suddenly, the whole cash-on-board system disappeared, and everyone had to register to travel. Then came the metal scanners, and bag checks, and identity documents, which evolved into online systems with credit cards only and no-fly lists, and x-ray scanners, and full-body invasions. Tarmacs became “secure” areas and folks had to walk down “secure” tubes to board the planes, like ejaculate into aluminum wombs.
The matrix is becoming more and more egregious and irritating, to the point that folks will demand anything that stops the grain of sand irritating their innards.
It’s not just the airports, it’s everywhere now.
I recently took on a new client that requires me to be on-site twice a week. I hadn’t been in any of the newer towers in the past five years, and I was, um, irritated. I went to the “security” desk to disgorge my name, destination and purpose. The “security” guard directed me to a terminal, where I had to scan my national ID card, enter my particulars on a screen, give my email address (I have a special one for just this purpose), and take a slip of paper with a QR code on it. This supposedly gave me access to the “secure” area and an elevator to only the floor I was assigned.
Needless to say, the QR code didn’t work at the cattle gates and the “security” guard had to come let me in. Why he couldn’t do that to start with is a mystery. I then went to my assigned bank of elevators, where I was confronted once again with a scanner. I waved my QR code up and down, in and out, fast and slow, but it wouldn’t work. Finally, several of the building’s regulars took pity on me and used their card to hail my car.
When I arrived at the client’s lobby, I checked in with yet another “security” guard, who entered my particulars into his terminal, gave me his WhatsApp number, and said when I return, just tap him a message in the morning, and a new QR code will be sent to my email that will be good for a week.
By the time I arrived home, I had four QR emails waiting for me. I am to print out the code and bring it with me, but there is no indication whether one supersedes another, or if they are all the same and just repeated deliveries. Do I print all four? Will they work when I get there? Will I get yet another one when I message the “security” guard on Monday? Does this system really offer “security,” if all I have to do is look perplexed and someone will offer their tags to let me in?
This is not even the worst offender. There’s a notorious tower in the city center called Said Sudirman. Every person employed or visiting there must register every day to gain entry, no exceptions. There is routinely a line out the door during crunch times of miserable people who have just braved one to two hours of Jakarta’s infamous traffic to get the office, and are then forced to wait in line another 30 minutes, while the human capital is scanned, tagged and catalogued.
Remember the good old days when you could just walk into a building, go up to your floor and check in with a receptionist?
All of this “security” is a burr under our saddles, or to continue the original metaphor, a grain of sand between our butt cheeks. We are expected to get so annoyed with all this “security” that we eventually secrete demands for more streamlined, efficient systems that blend into our daily activities, rather than inhibit free movement.
Will we demand a QR code be tatooed on us so we can simply walk through ubiquitous scanners? Will we beg to be injected with nano-chips that track our every heartbeat through the 5G network? Will we finally and forever allow ourselves to be reduced to economic units of human capital that are traded on the IoT blockchain for fun and profit? Will our individual productivity and compliance become the new currency, where we earn things like kilowatt hours of electricity and travel chits for the family vacation allotment?
How about breeding rights? Why not? The more productive and compliant you are, the more kids you are allowed to raise — eugenic economics.
This is where things are heading — smooth efficient cattle cars…er, mass transit, disgorging economic units at their assigned work places, where they spend 16 hours a day because their sleeping pods are being used by their bunk mates. Your compliance chits are traded at the online company store for necessities, and if you are really good, you have a couple of extra chits for a bar of choco rations.
The Bumbledicks will continue to annoy and irritate us until we spit pearls at them, and we will be thankful to rid ourselves of the sand grains. Through eugenic breeding programs and selective indoctrination centers, entire generations will appear that have no clue that things were different once. They won’t have the intellectual tools to conceive of any other way to live. They won’t have the skills to survive outside the system, because robotics have taken over carpentry, plumbing, and farming.
It’s all good. Just remain complacent and compliant, and “they” will handle the details for us. All we have to do is perform our assigned tasks, accept that “security” is absolutely vital to our existence, and for the environment’s sake, don’t complain.
Just keep oozing nacre like a good little oyster.
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