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Day 4

I couldnít even describe the sensation to myself at first, somewhere between the pressure you feel in your ears as you scale a tower block in an over enthusiastic lift and the disturbing sense that youíve forgotten something vitally important but you wonít find out what until itís too late.† Suddenly it hit me.† The constant clamouring of the pandemonium on the street had drifted away.† A sense of ordered calm spread through the local atmosphere.† Apart from the drastic drop in ambient noise level, the change was almost imperceptible, it was so subtle, the way a group of random individuals, each with their own minute focus, began to harmonise their movements until they moved with a single purpose.† From the chaotic confusion of the last 20 hours emerged clearly defined lines of force flowing through the massing throng below me.†

So, Iím leaning out of the attic window trying to get a better view past next doorís chimney and the situation becomes quite apparent. The lines of people below moving together as one but still as many but take a step back take in the† wider view and they make a co-ordinated mass swirling round each other in an intricate dance, bending to the will of an incomprehensible external force.† Iron filings on a sheet of paper jumping into position in response to a powerful magnet.† And whoís moving the magnet ?, our local ?friendly? hyper-galactic bee keepers, thatís who.†

OK, this is OK, not time to panic yet... Iíll know when, well I hope I will anyway. Whatís wrong here??, Iím watching all this choreography in progress around me but for some reason Iím not invited to the dance.† Lucky escape again.† Thatís it, itís all just a little too easy somehow.† I get to watch the subjugation of this planet by aliens while my fellow passengers on spaceship earth become mindless cogs in an arctic factory farm.† Did they just pass me by with their pernicious mind control, was I immune, did the specific configuration of slates on my roof match the neutron-enplasticy quotient of the aliens brain beam, I have no idea.† Maybe I was part of the plan after all, maybe they needed a section of the population to just sit about a bit and generally not do too much construction of intercontinental honeycombs.† Or maybe theyíre not quite as superior with their temporal intelligence when it comes to covering 100% of a† target population and thereís only 3 lifeform autonomy regulators to go round and 1 of them never quite starts up properly. Maybe they just fucked up.

I wasnít complaining though, I just wanted to get a closer look at the work in progress and if possible find a way on to one of those extra terrestrial vessels and then watch out galaxy!†

Packing didnít take long. An oddbins carrier bag with a towel, a camera and 10 ounces of assorted smoking requisites and Iím ready to trek to the ends of the universe.† Well at least as far as parking bay 42 where my 1250 kg 170 bhp Z1 is patiently waiting, hopefully to transport me to an encounter of the Ďpeace and long lifeí kind as opposed to the vaporised by a death ray variety.


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