We should look for Cicero in the tunnels. She’s probably gone underground – literally. Joined forces with the remnants of the old department. She’s probably running her operation from there.
The tunnel postgraduates have lost their eyes – that’s what I’ve heard. They don’t need them anymore. They feel their way through the darkness. Sniff their way through it. They’re terribly pale. And hunched over. They’re not quite used to standing upright.
What were these tunnels even built for?
To get the coal to the quayside. And for culverts – rivers they sent underground.
It was the postgrads who linked up the tunnels. They dug through. Dug more. So that we now have the catacombs of Newcastle, kinda like the ones in Paris. There’s a whole secret city down here. With its own rules. Its own way of doing things.
There’s, like, a natural cave system down here as well, apparently. Very ancient. With its own rock art.
Bollocks.
There’s a whole northeast command unit, I know that. It was built in case of nuclear war. As part of an alternative command structure.
And there’s bound to be some Newcastle billionaire building a bunker down here.
Our nation underground. Our philosophy nation. This is where all the humanities will have to go, in the end: to the tunnels.
Under the city. Actually, under the university. It’s the counter university. The university in secret.
The caves are deep. They’re like a honeycomb.
They’re like a brain. The counterbrain of Newcastle. The deep brain that’s thinking about deep things …
Cicero’s the ultimate white hat. She’s coming to save us. To overturn the tables.
So you really think Cicero is going to save us. Is it like QANON? Are there Cicero drops?
I found this weird X account. Sounds like Cicero. Listen. That’s her.
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