The whole thing was botched from the very beginning.
He was in stasis.
Running competing screens took the energy out of everything.
There was everything to run for now, everything to be lost. We were circumventing a surveillance device which should never have been implemented in the first place. Experimental fields.
In those shallows and shadows, in the far reaches where different oceans lapped on different shores, well, they were here now. Even the birds flying overhead were the subject of a kind of ravishing fascination. Curiosity. Pleasure.
If there was to be an interface it would be on their own terms.
They were bunking into a "new" house, or so it seemed, as he banished or sorted out the house spirits, as he flew way overhead and could hear those distant cries, as he relived moments of history in brief, dramatic flashes, as he begged not for forgiveness but understanding, between the garbage and the flowers, screaming out for love now, a wing flapping overhead, a spaceport, yesterday's spaceport, still there in some surreal, uncanny way.
Yes, they came at turning points in history.
And yes, this country was on the turn.
Devastated by ridiculous politicians and hopeless malfunction; the latest being the government was now funding flights within Australia. All a madness. As mad as funding renovations on houses, if you were wealthy enough to own a house.
Or pouring money onto the underclasses to be promptly squandered on ice.
It was all a madness.
These turning points; they took time. In one sense, they had plenty of time. In another, it would all be over in a second. The Dickens thing, the best of times, the worst of times. We were going to gather in strength, we were going to come in such vast numbers, we were going to change the very nature of the fabric of everything, including the population's understanding of the world they inhabited.
All was afoot, all was in flux, all was in a state of change.
He would breathe deep and free. He would offer no solution.
They had made their own nest. Sadly. For many who did not deserve it would suffer from their leaders' folly.
That was that. They crawled into the bushes, they wept in the trees, they completed a cosmic circle.
And Australia?
The Australia that was now understood, that was already lost.
Fools paradise. An early grave. A failure even to grasp the most basic elements of good governance.
All would pay, all would suffer, for this terrible folly.
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