What is this place?
A stronghold – you know that. A place of last resort. For when whatever happens out there, happens. The plague. Some zombie invasion. We’ll be safe. Or the campus will be.
There’s some Plan, right? Some evil plan. Some evil conspiracy. There has to be. They’re gearing up for some emergency. Or they’re going to bring it about – that emergency. And then they can go into full organising and managing mode. Organise or euthanise, right?
What are you so frightened of? Don’t you know? Doesn’t Alan know? It must be above Alan’s paygrade …
It’s like the Manhattan Project. Only a handful of people knew they were actually building a bomb. Only a couple of Organisational Managers in the world know who they’re actually working for.
So you’re going to move all the people worth saving to the campus … organise them, keep them managed. Accommodated. Fed. Watered. Entertained.
The campus shields. Designed to keep them out.
Who?
They’re really just in case. They aren’t actually activated yet.
Who’s actually in charge of the world, anyway? Who’s actually organising and managing the world?
From this model, it looks like the campus could take off, the whole thing. Fly off to the stars. Go off in search of new civilizations to organise-‘n’-manage. To spread the rootin’-tootin’ organisin’-managin’ message.
This campus is just begging for apocalypse – you’ve got to admit that. The whole campus is just aching to be destroyed.
A zombie invasion – why can’t there be one of those? It’d be perfect for that. Zombies overrunning the brave new campus. Zombie students, zombie staff. Wouldn’t that be just right?
What’s the threat that you’re dealing with? What are you actually trying to manage? What’s the risk? What’s happening out there that the rest of us don’t know about? What do you know about that we don’t? Have you made First Contact, or something? Are the magnetic poles about to shift?
Does Alan know what it’s for?
If he does, he hasn’t told me.
They’re planning for collapse, I know that. The billionaires. All the bigwigs, who fly in. Via helicopter, or whatever. That’s what they talk about.
Those guys!? The so-called elite! The riders of the economic storms!
They’re going to survive in the bowels of this building, probably. They’ll set up in the underground floors. There’s probably a network of places all over the world like this.
Work in Progress 