The Bug’s just some postgraduate student legend.
We should listen to their legends. We should take them seriously.
Postgraduates have a religion of the Bug. They’re Bug obsessed.
It’s some cult started by some suicided PhD student. Nimrod, he was called.
Freaky.
There’s so little chance of getting a job, they slit their throats on the day they submit their dissertations. Might as well die at the peak of the prime of their life, they figure.
Wow. Fucking hardcore.
They burn brightly, PhD students. But they don’t burn long.
Nimrod’s like this legendary postgrad. They say he’s dead, but some say he just went underground.
Underground where?
There are tunnels everywhere – according to the postgraduates.
Underneath the Organisation Management Campus?
I guess so.
So what does Nimrod do all day in the tunnels?
There are a whole bunch of postgraduates own there. Who never finished their dissertations. They have reading groups.
Like, tunnel reading groups?
Sure.
They read by candlelight.
And worship the Bug. And read a lot of Deleuze.
They’ve got some imagination.
The religion of the Bug is what happens when you’ve got very smart people with very little money. Or power. Who have nothing better to do than smoke … psychedelics. And have perverted religious instincts.
Why do they like someone who doesn’t like them? Who hates them?
You’ve got to believe in something. Even in the agent of your destruction.
So where do we find ol’ Bugsy Malone? Ol’ Buggers?
In hyperspace. You have to take special postgraduate psychedelics to get there.
Freaky.
The Bug’s supposed to be an interdimensional being. You can meet it if you take enough psychedelics. It’s pure evil. Pure malevolence.
So why would you want to meet it?
Curiosity, I guess.
Tell us about the Bug, postgraduates! We command you!
Postgraduates, silent.
Spill your Bug secrets, fuckers!
Postgraduates, silent.
So why does the Bug bother with us? What’s in for the Bug?
The Bug likes to create mayhem.
The Bug wants blood sacrifices. The Bug wants war.
What does, like, the Bug do all day?
The Bug’s not in time. Not in our time, anyway.
The Bug’s just a name for the international banking system. The Central Banks and the FED and all that. That’s what I reckon.
Work in Progress 