So here we are, at what we suppose to be the pinnacle of the evolution of life on our superb little planet.
More than half a billion years since, we emerged from the seas to crawl through slime, to drag ourselves through mud, to forage and multiply, to survive predators, always to improve and adapt to earthly circumstances. Somehow we endured drought and flood, ice and fire, starvation and plague, mass-exterminations and anything else that cosmos could throw at us, ever onward toward our destiny to become human and humane.
We struggled upward from brute bestiality, then swung down from the trees to stand tall, able to gather and hunt, to co-operate, to make and use tools, better to protect our progeny and communicate to them the nature of our world and its marvels.
Emerging from our caves we built walls, cliffs, to house more orderly caves and equip them for better sanitation - always improvement. We somehow even persisted when deceptive parasites of our own kind nagged and dragged at us with their mirages of 'finance' and 'royalty' and 'law' and pushed us into wars for their profit, wove illusions to warp our perceptions, fed us ill and deliberately led us astray. - Still we survived, and yet we persist.
So here we stand, able to explain a Universe, some even to deny It any Identity and suppose that they themselves can order its disposition, that they can 'own' it, rather than merely inhabit and use it.
Having such power of deception over the innocent credulity of others has enabled these pervert Few of our kind to order the rest to obey or starve, or at least to eat less well than they have been accustomed to expect, which surely from the evidence of its results must be hell itself.
So we have built for these demi-gods palaces above ground and veritable cities undergound, all interconnected with the usual bolt-holes for the customary escape and flight from imminent persecution. And a little more salve from on high has enabled the omnipotent to direct the sharpest and most imaginative minds to dissect the materials of matter to extract any vestige of power that may be used to control . . . well, the controllable.
"Do it!" - And they do it. "Split that atom!" - And they do. "Erase those populations!" - And, magically, still they do it. Obedience is all, and yes, even moral crippling is easily achieved by the mere application of a little mirage salve of finance.
But, with all the planet at their service and obedient to their merest whim, even yet it is not enough. Not content with screwing virtually all their fictional 'finance' from the rest of us so that our enchantment is complete, they now want 'power' over it all. So now they have set the finest and most obedient minds to pore over the contents and texture of the veriest entrails of matter, lest there escape some vestige trace with which to control the rest and master Universe itself.
Yet still there lurk the mental phantoms from the darkness of their origins. Thus it is that now, consistent with the superstition that led them ninety-odd years ago - at eleven o'clock on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year when exhaustion was already complete, to formally conclude the worst so far of their senseless mass slaughters - that they must risk the planet itself, and all its contents, and all the history of all our evolution, in one more mad excess of aberration.
Who, you ask? - Yes, it's that family again that is behind all the ills of the last two centuries. Only they could finance this undertaking, and could force it through any sane objection, having already bought or otherwise eliminated anybody that could raise any obstacle.
Now they want to produce here on our beautiful and inoffensive planet Earth a 'black hole', or at least a 'strangelet', which is a tiny body of material deemed so dense that it will drag into its tiny self all the matter around it - which happens to be us and our entire planet.
To do this, at the expense of what they have bled from us over the centuries and will continue to do for any possible foreseeable future we may have, over the past couple of decades they have had us dig a twenty-mile-long circular tunnel deep underground between France and Switzerland of their 'You're-a-peon' construct, and install therein a twenty-mile tube and an Aladdin's cave of technical wizardry to accelerate particles to the speed of light and fire them head-on into each other to see what happens and see what may be produced.
To enable that the satisfaction of their crazed presumption be carried through to the ultimate letter of their whim, they have even suppressed the well-assumed and -documented risk that every last morsel of the entire magical planet and all its abundant possibilities of life will be progressively snatched into a little ball of compressed matter screwed too tiny and solid to sustain anything other than a slight and fading glow as it cools from the results of such lunacy. They have hidden the documentation showing that 'strangelets' are 70% sure to be produced, and have had calming assurances issued that the chance of such a reality is mathematically trillions of times less possible - Yes, possible, but as vanishingly slight as we and our world will become should such a thing occur that is in fact 70% predicted.
So here is a question for you fools who promoted it and are in charge: How do you propose to disassemble a 'strangelet' or black hole once your stupid interference has conjoured it into existence? You should know that you cannot contain it. It will sink through any material or obstruction you can devise, sink to the centre of the earth and there grow exponentially. It will then feed on the planet, and - in case you think you are somehow apart - on you, until our planet and we are a solid ball just a few miles in diameter, incapable any longer of anything other than spinning in space.
But then, we can take comfort in the fact that the world does not obey mathematicians or even such presumptuous lunatics that order them for cash? And even correct maths can only describe what the real world prescribes? - True, but then again, to look at their tiddly little hydrogen bombs, you wouldn't think they would be up to much either, would you?
So can they indeed do this? I'm very very sorry to tell you, but I rather think they can. And, unless anyone retains any gumption and sense of urgency, whether they will only remains to be seen.
Surely now it will be more productive, indeed is imperative that, with the same scrupulous attention to detail, those present at the scene with any remaining vestige of sanity take those responsible for this perversion of sense and sanity - and those they have put in charge of it - and feed them into the collider tubes and fire them at the speed of light head first into each other. True, it is unlikely to drive any sense into them, but at least it will allow the rest of us a little breathing-space in which to restore once more the orderly natural process of our evolution and worthiness to survive on this superb planet to which in better times we were born.
So when is this essay in purblind arrogance intended to take place, and how long have they in which to rescue us all from this perilous madness? - But I told you! Weren't you listening? - 188.8.131.52.11.10 - Yes, I expect they would have liked to have waited until next year, too, but time is money! Then again, should there be any hitch in their present endeavours to bring misery and disaster to the rest, just imagine the comforting assurance and guarantee of success they will have of 184.108.40.206.11.11 - GMT
No no no no no. Let's not wait. To the tubes or block with them all! Now!