What are they going to call it, the Organisational Management campus? They must have a better name than that.
The Aspire campus, or something.
Diversity campus. I don’t know. Fuck.
They should give it a Newcastle name. The, like, Ant n’ Dec campus. Or the Brian Ferry campus.
The Brian Ferry campus, that’d be cool.
They’re working on a Bryan Ferry hologram. A giant one, that strides about like a svelte Godzilla.
Have you seen the Sting one? It’s an eco-thing: Sting in the rainforest. It’s pretty good.
I can’t believe they’d fake the Northern Lights.
They’re doing it because they can.
Do they think they can just take over the sky?
Clearly. Obvs.
Isn’t the sky, like, part of the commons. Don’t we all own it?
As if. We don’t all own anything.
The sky isn’t ours anymore. It’s an advertising space.
Their Northern Lights are pretty good, you must admit.
Maybe they’re real. What would the Northern Lights be doing this far south?
We’re supposed to feel dwarfed. Humbled. We’re supposed to see our puny lives in some cosmic context.
It’s like one of those Stoic exercises. Where you see yourself as a citizen of the universe. As a cosmopolitan, or whatever.
It’s as though it were funnelling us, this campus. Driving us. As though it were some kind of cattle run. We’re being driven. Whipped.
How far do we have to go? Where is it, the Organisational Management tower?
At the centre of the campus, that’s what they say.
This is the world they’re getting ready for us. This is the prison.
Is it always winter on the Organisational Management campus? I’ll bet it is. Because the white witch has cast her spell …
Because the evil weather weaponeers are at work.
Is there such a thing as a snow mirage?
Why, what can you see?
Warm lights … a cheery welcome …
Don’t do it! Don’t torture us!
I’m dreaming of mince pies. They’ll offer us mince pies! And coffee. How about port?
Damn their Organisational Management mince pies! I shit on their Organisational Management mince pies! I don’t want Organisational Management coffee!
In the bleak fucking midwinter. In the Organisational Management midwinter.
Listen to the postgraduates singing, Driss whispers. Like cherubs!
Don’t look at them. They’ll get self-conscious.
It’s doing things to us, this campus. It’s working on us. The way it’s all laid out. They’ve put thought into this. Planning. It must be based on some UN model of population pacification. They know what they’re doing. This isn’t random. Perfect for social control, or whatever. Perfect for future lockdowns …
It’s working on us now. Can’t you feel it? The very architecture. The very layout of the buildings. The paving stones they use.
Do you think the lampposts are listening? Are we being monitored? Are the algorithms picking out dubious phrases? Are we being flagged as dangerous subversives?
The campus is vast. The spread of the campus. Its sheer extent.
There’s some weird topology thing going on. Strange pockets. Space isn’t normal here. It’s like they’ve manipulated space. As though they’d opened up some other dimension …
It’s demonic, this campus. It’s high tech, but demonic. It’s evil – but, like, Biblically evil.
That building should be called Inferno. That building should be called Beezelbub. That one should be called Heliogablous.
Campus pyramid. What is this doing here? It’s like the pyramid at Balmoral. Mysterious. The place where they sacrifice students to their obscure gods, I’d say.
This open space. What are they going to do with it? What are they going to use it for? What’s the reason for it?
What are they going to build here? A temple to Beezelbub? Some multistorey what? But they’re already built the other towers.
This cleared ground. There must be some reason for this. They’re going to build the piece de resistance here. The final piece of the Organisational Management campus. That will bring it all together.
It’s ominous. Some launch pad. Somewhere for the alien craft to land. Somewhere for space maniacs to touchdown.
Do they have space weapons? Are they aimed at us?
Let’s paint ourselves blue, just in case.
Did you ever see Pierrot le Fou? He paints himself blue, and attaches explosives to his head. He wears them like a bandana. And blows himself up. He must have known something.
Come on, Organisational Management – you’ll never take us alive! Or dead! Or anything!
What’s the opposite of the Organisational Management campus? What would a philosophy campus look like? What would the architecture look like?
It would look just like the city … the city of Newcastle.
What can you see from here? Can you see everything from up here?
Everything that matters to Organisational Management.
I’ve seen this place in my dreams. It was shown to me.
What was shown?
This campus and the end of this campus. The Destruction.
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