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I put the plane on autopilot and suggested that we should retire to the first class launch for breakfast. I had a plan. I would invite Jack to help me to figure something out that had nagged me ever since this nightmare begun.
"We have all lived with this holocaust for three days now," I started out. "I am puzzled why no one has seriously asked the question, why did it happen? Who bares the blame?"
"We all expected this to happen," Jennie replied, "so that when it actually did happen no one was surprised that it did. We had said to ourselves that sooner or later something was bound go wrong, and it did, and when it did we all said, fine. Sure, we all groaned and shrieked in agony, but deep down we expected it, we said fine. We had even built a national warning network that would let us know that the expected has arrived. That's why nobody asked why. We all knew why."
"That's right," Jack approved. "We complained, we argued, we did our best to live with what has happened as if it was one of those unavoidable natural disasters like a flood, a hurricane, or an earth quake. We accept these things, we don't ask why. Except this disaster should have been different, but we did react towards it the same."
"But why did it happen?" I asked again. "What did eventually trigger what was universally expected to happen in some form?"
Igor turned and looked at me surprised, "what do you think is behind this disaster?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, but I aim to find out. I was hoping that one of you might know something that I don't."
"We may never find out," said Jennie.
"I'm not looking for meaningless details," I countered her, "like who pushed the button and when or why. I don't care if we never know about these things. I want to know about what when on behind the scenes. Who set the stage? Who wrote the script? Who arranged this terrible thing? It didn't happen on its own. That much I think we can be certain. This thing was made to happen, but for what purpose? If we can answer that, we are half way home to finding a solution. Except, no one asks these types of questions. These are the questions that should be asked."
"Someone wanted this to happen?" Jack asked, angrily. "Someone arranged this? Are you mad?"
"That's just a conspiracy theory," Orlando responded.
"Indeed it is. We all conspire to achieve certain ends," I replied to him. "We do it every day. We arrange the world in such a manner that certain things happen. That's how careers are build. That's how politics work. Without conspiracies to change the world there would be no scientific and technological progress. Humanity would not exist in its present form if we did not conspire to create the conditions for a rich and productive culture. The same goes on also the other way. There are people at work who conspire to destroy. For two hundred years the British Empire has conspired to break up other empires, and it even boasts about its success. Now they call the big nation-states of the world, 'empires,' which they have openly declared they aim to break apart. That's not a theory my friends, that's the reality of our world according to their own words. This is their publicly announced intend. This is their policy. Indeed, they are proud of it. This is the same policy that the British Empire has followed for the last 200 years already. Also, there are plenty of people in high places who conspire to murder, who conspire to reduce the world population to a very low level, as they said so themselves. Their stated goal is to reduce the world-population to less than one billion people. Of course they didn't say openly that their goal is to bring back the golden age of feudalism. Actually, in a round about way they did say this too, and when they did, they said they would need the nuclear bomb for it. All these aspects have been put forth in public statements just as Hitler had published his agenda before he carried it out. There are no conspiracy theories involved. The holocaust that just happened fits this pattern perfectly, even though it appears to be just a small aspect of it.
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