No More Learning

„Tell me, where are you from, Baumer? ", asked Frank

suddenly.

„Well, I was born in Dortmund and have lived in some other

cities in the Ruhrgebiet, also in Frankfurt am Main, for four

years", said Alf and took another tea.

„Why have they brought you to „Big Eye"? , Frank became

curious.

„My God, you ask a lot. But well, you will have to remain

here in Ivas, this is hopefully obvious to you, and therefore, I

will tell you a few things about me. "

Alfred Baumer decided to make another camomile tea and

went to the boiler. Then he fetched a cigarette and began

with a small lecture about his life.

Frank actually didn't want to know all the details, but Alf

seemed to look forward to a little speech. Now he was

awake again.

J had troubles with the authorities since my 16th year of life.

I was active in various political groups, which you don't

know, as I think. Anyhow, they are all forbidden since many

years.

I have already been in jail for one year in 2013 - when the

political system of the FRG still existed. They have punished

me for so called "opinion crimes" - because I have designed

a few Internet sites, which were uncomfortable for the state.

At that time, I was just 19 years old. My parents have lost

their jobs during the great world economic crisis in 2012/13,

and have jettisoned me after my term of imprisonment. I



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have never returned back home again. Afterwards, I have

lived with some friends, in various housing groups, and of

course also alone. After six years, in 2020, I have joined the

Red Moon groups, always trying to live inconspicuously.

Nevertheless, it has gone wrong. "

„The Red Moon groups? " Frank looked surprised. „They

were terrorists, isn't it? These guys have burned a hospital

in Berlin, right? "

. . That's nonsense! Lies! ", grumbled Alf and gave Frank an

annoyed glance.

„l'm sorry. They have said it on television at that time",

remarked Frank and tried to calm down his comrade.

„On television. . . on television. . . ! Nevertheless, fucking

television is even the biggest lie of that world system, man!

Didn't you understand this yet? ", grunted Baumer and felt

accused wrongly.

„No offense meant! ", apologized Kohlhaas.

„No, it is a lie, Frank. The Red Moon groups publicy

protested against the World Government and united

thousands of young people in their fight. Opponents of

globalization, free philosophers, patriots and others. After

that damn hospital hoax, which the media exaggerated with

all their might, we were criminalized. It had been the work of

the GSA, the international secret service, there is no doubt

for me. It has not been activists of our group! However, the

following crusade of the international media, broke the neck

of the Red Moon organization. Tell me, why should a group

of freedom fighters burn innocent people in a hospital? ",

asked Alf with visible rage.

„Do you see the tattoo on my neck? This is the „Red Moon",

the blood-red moon of the fight for liberty - our old symbol! "

„l don't know enough about all this and I don't care. . . ", said

Frank. „l only know, that I hate that goddam World



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Government, that terrible system - from the bottom of my

heart! "

„Then Ivas is the right place for you, my friend! ", said Alf and

stared at his tea cup, clenching his fist.

„And then? ", asked Frank.

„Then? Then I was still active. After the Red Moon groups

were forbidden worldwide, we continued our struggle in the

underground. Finally, I was arrested during an illegal,

spontaneous demonstration, which I have organized with

some of my comrades. I had to go to jail again.

My time in „Big Eye" began and I can be glad, that they did

not find other loading material during the house search at

that time, otherwise I would have been liquidated. "

„What material? ", questioned Kohlhaas. Alfred Baumer

looked at him and shook his head.

„You ask very much for a man, who still was flat on his face

a few hours ago. Never mind! That would have made me

more than just some problems, believe me. So I was

sentenced to nine years of detention, only because of the

spontaneous demonstration. I would have never endured

that. In my time as an activist of the Red Moon groups, I

became also aquainted with some of these weird guys from

here. They have already told me years ago, that I should

escape from the sector "Central Europe", to come with them

to Lithuania.

Nevertheless, I was not willing to give up the fight in my

homeland, because it was my aim, to liberate it from this

global insanity. Today I say to myself, that it was just stupid

to wait for so long. It would have been wiser to leave

"Central Europe" in time, because the great enemy is much

too strong in the West. "

„Well, now you are here. And me too. The best thing that

could happen to us, Baumer. This fucked up sector "Central



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Europe" shall go to hell, it shall rot forever! ", hissed Frank
and wiped off some tea drops from his lip.
"We must not let our compatriots go to the hell! It is our
country! No, we are not on vacation here! We just relocate
our fight. We will only surrender, when the maggots corrode
us in our graves! ", answered Alfred and put his foot down.
Frank was astonished and observed his partner, who
snatched the teapot with a loud curse. "We are not on
vacation here! "

Frank was surprised about this statement, his housemate
had shouted out with so much passion. What did Alf mean
by that?

Again, Frank Kohlhaas slept well and firmly. He had

amazingly regenerated himself, in this short time.

Sometimes he even felt euphoric.

„l am not even afraid of the devil! ", he thought then and

smiled proudly.

But it was not that simple. The aftereffects of the holo cell

were far more malicious, than he could imagine and they

were still there, deep in the dark corners of his brain. They

just lay in wait and planned to erupt, in order to strangle

Frank's peace of mind, while he was sleeping.

Like the mourning, after the death of a beloved person,

usually comes in waves, it was the same with the mental

horror, the holo cell had unleashed in Frank's mind.

The dread had only entrenched itself and waited now, in its

fortified position, for the signal to attack Frank again. No, the

fright wasn't gone. But in these first days of his new

freedom, Kohlhaas had a peaceful time - so far.

The rain pattered on the corrugated iron roof of the small
shed in front of Frank's window, and the untiring noise
made him wake up. It was already after ten o'clock on this



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wet morning and the young man rolled from one end of the

bed to the other. Suddenly Alf entered the room and said:

„Good morning, Frank! Please get up! Wilden is here and he

would like to talk to you! "

The village boss already sat in the kitchen and sipped his

coffee. He welcomed Frank friendly and told him to follow

him to his house after the breakfest. Somehow, the situation

was unpleasant for Frank, but he tried to avoid problems

and obeyed.

„We must talk about some things, Kohlhaas! ", remarked the

leader of the village community, who wore a long gray coat

and a hat with a narrow brim.

The rain had softened the muddy roads of the village, and

Frank waded behind the somehow authoritarian and

impressive Mr. Wilden through the dirt. After a short foot

march, they finally came to an amazingly well renovated

house, which was even surrounded by a beautiful garden.

„We go upstairs! ", said Wilden.

The former entrepreneur sat down behind an adorned desk

of dark wood and remained silent for some minutes. Frank

took a seat on a soft armchair of black imitation leather,

which smelled cleaned. He looked around. The room

seemed to be an office and was in a perfect condition.

Everywhere he could see pictures on the wall with the light

brown wallpaper: battle paintings, framed photos of some

great men from the old times and a lot of other things.

„Well, Frank Kohlhaas. Do you like our village? ", asked the

gray-haired man, smiled and tried to take the uncertainty

from his young guest.

„Nice! ", was Frank's short answer.

„Nice! ", repeated Wilden soberly. J want to make it short,

and I will not talk around the bush", said the village boss

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Then he continued: „This village is called Ivas. It is in the

area of the former state of Lithuania, in the southwest part

of this actually beautiful country. It is small and insignificant.

A small village, that has been abandoned by its former

inhabitants under the pressure of the worldwide economic

collapse some years ago. A ghost town, as you may know

them from North America.

"Aha. . . ", said Frank.

„This village is so small and so unimportant, that even the

sharpest eye must look twice to see it", explained Wilden.

. . Therefore, I am safe here! ", joked Frank.

. . Well, security is relative. Particularly in our time, Mr.

Kohlhaas. Above all, nowadays! ", said the host quietly.

„But here. . . ", remarked Frank.

„As I already said, Frank Kohlhaas", interrupted him Wilden.

. . Today it is a benediction to be safe. You are here in Ivas,

an insignificant village, in an also not excessively important

country in Eastern Europe. This village is so unimportant

that even the big eye, the eye, which can see the whole

world and always wants to see more, did not notice it yet.

Do you know, what this village really is, Frank? "

„No! Just tell it to me! ", Frank reacted nervously.

. . Then I want to explain it to you exactly. Where you are

here, and with whom you are here! ", answered the man with

a serious look. . . This is no usual village in the contemplative

Lithuania and we are no holiday community. We are rebels,

who fight against the World Government. Ivas is one of our

bases. Some of our men live here, with their families or

alone.

A few of these ramshackle houses, I had acquired for

relatively small sums from the former Lithuanian state in the

period of its dissolution. Finally, my fellows and me settled

in this abandoned village. Some more men will still come



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and we will establish our position here. But there is one

important rule: Everybody has to be quiet! "

Frank wondered. . . Rebels against the World Government? ",

he thought and beheld Wilden with surprise.

„l think, I know, what you mean! ", he said then.

„You came to Ivas and you will stay here. We can't let you

go, because you already know too much and this is a safety

risk. Even if you tell just one single word about us and this

village, we must kill you! I say it to you not as your foe.
This

is the situation, in which you are, Frank Kohlhaas! ", spoke

Wilden and nodded. „And believe me, we will not hesitate,

to wack you immediately, if you endanger our group! ", he

said with a cold voice.

„l understand! ", Frank was more than confused.

"But I don't want to threaten or frighten you, my friend. You

had suffered enough and I wish you a good recovering here.

Furthermore, I don't want to force you to join us. Just trust

Alf, he is a man with a pure heart and could even become a

good friend to you. Moreover, he bailes for you and told me,

that you are a nice person", said Wilden and smiled again.

„l want to rest, as a start, and then I will take a look at your

organization. And believe me, I'm really grateful, because

you saved my life. Don't worry, I would never betray you. I

give you my oath", said Kohlhaas to the older gentleman

and sounded resolute.

. . Trust me, Frank. You are here now, and you will find your

peace of mind among us. And on the other hand, there is no

turning back for you anymore. If they would ever catch you,

you would be liquidated immediately.

You are registered as a terrorist and a murderer, in all

worldwide databases of any administration and authority,

and a so called "normal life" is an illusion now. Whereby,

however, it becomes clear at a closer look that we are the

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and no slaves of this global system, born of terror and

oppression", explained Wilden with a more gently becoming

voice.

„l wanted to thank you again. . . ", whispered Frank quietly.

"No problem, my young friend! I am glad about the fact, that

Alf and the others didn't let you die", answered Wilden with

a paternal countenance.

The talk with the founder of this base took a long time and

Wilden became more and more kindlier. It seemed, that the

older gentleman, who had appeared so cold at first sight,

would have a fancy for Frank.

Since 2013, when the great crisis had shaken the entire

globe and had driven millions of people into poverty,

destroying innumerable existences and finally even leading

to famines, this village had been left by its former

inhabitants.

The collapse of the economy in Lithuania had caused a

mass exodus of young people, who had been driven by the

illusion, to be able to find jobs in the countries of Western

Europe.

Villages like Ivas, which had lived on retail trade and

agriculture to a large extent, had just collapsed, and their

inhabitants had moved into the larger cities of the country or

to the West.

A ghost town had finally remained and meanwhile the rural

areas of Eastern Europe were full of abandoned villages.

Thorsten Wilden, the former entrepreneur from Westphalia,

had decided in 2018, when the shadows of a global

dictatorship had come over the former FRG, to leave his

homeland and to acquire houses in Ivas with his last money.

Wilden had already been registered as a political dissident

in the databases of the secret service, even at the time of

the FRG. He had too often been noticeable. When the



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entrepreneur had stood for a political incorrect party against

the FRG system in 2012, the media had tried to

economically ruin him with a big campaign. The German

had already thought about emigration in these days. But he

had still persevered for a while, although the media had

called up to boycott his company and his family had been

threatened by incited fanatics. And the situation had

continued to become worse. During the great world

economic crisis, the entrepreneur had lost the biggest part

of his fortune and had become a target for the political

police of the FRG.

Thereupon, Western and Central Europe had been shaken

by a breakdown of the social system and racial and religious

conflicts. Europe had finally been close to civil war.

In the year 2018, Germany had been taken over by the

World Government, while Wilden had escaped to Lithuania

with his family.

He had offered the rest of his savings and had bought some

of the empty houses and also a few properties in Ivas, for

relatively small sums from the collapsing Lithuanian state.

The dying national state, which had been driven into

complete bankruptcy by the crisis, had been glad about

each cent that a foreign investor had given.

In the years 2018 to 2020, the World Government had been

established. The new rulers had promised the masses to

master the great crisis, and had moreover seized the

opportunity, to abolish the old states of Europe.

Then a massive wave of liquidations of political incorrect

persons had followed. Who had been located as a

suspicious person, had been arrested or killed by the

ruthless oppressors.

Shortly afterwards, the Lodge Brothers had founded the

international secret service, the GSA, to eliminate political

opponents. Campaigns of mass arrests, mass liquidations,



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brainwashing, terror and intimidation had been the order of
the day in this years. Finally, the face of Europe had been
crushed to a bloody pulp. Only in the USA, the GSA had still
raged more effectively and had executed even larger parts
of the population as in Europe.

In this time of terror, Wilden had already escaped to Eastern
Europe and had overcome the first onslaught with his family
unharmedly. However, many of his political fellows of that
time had disappeared in prisons or mass graves.
Nevertheless, the terror had reached the countries of
Eastern Europe too, but the preparatory work for a perfect
surveillance state had only been made half-heartedly and
languidly here. Moreover, the registration of the whole
population wasn't as extensive as in the West yet. So the
strike of the World Government against the nations of the
world, had lost a lot of its power in Lithuania.
Apart from this, Russia and the other states of Eastern
Europe had become members of the world system in the
year 2020, two years after the official takeover of the new
rulrs. Here, some air for breathing had still remained. But
the Lodge Brothers were willing to make up leeway, in the
countries outside of North America and Western Europe.

After these difficult facts and explanations, Frank had never
thought about before, he was impressed by Wilden's talent
to elucidate things. Altogether, he was fascinated by him.
Communities of men like Ivas, had some more time to live in
peace, but the officials even pressurized the sector "Eastern
Europe" more and more, to create a modern system of total
control. So also in Ivas, strictest secrecy was increasingly
necessary to survive, and Wilden's village had ever more
problems to keep up the image of an unimportant village,
inhabited by some farmers. HOK or Holger K. , who didn't
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was one of the most important men in Ivas. The former
computer scientist was a master in tampering scanchips
and to rewrite registration datas of vehicles and airplanes in
a way, that they were inconspicuous. After four hours, Frank
Kohlhaas finally left the house of Thorsten Wilden. This new
world really impressed him and for a man like Frank, a
return to his old life was impossible at this point.

When the young man came into HOK's study two days

later, he was welcomed by a thick, burly man. The

information scientist sat in front of a big, wireless computer,

surrounded by a lot of crates and cardboards, which were

repleted with all kinds of things. He looked like the typical

computer genius and reminded Frank of a comic figure.

HOK smiled and examined Kohlhaas from top to bottom.

Meanwhile, he scratched his head and gabbled something.

„You need a new Scanchip? You will get a new Scanchip!

He, he! ", said the weird computer scientist and typed on his

keyboard.

„Oh! I am HOK! Specialist for electronic questions and other

problems in this beautiful village! "

„Hello! ", said Kohlhaas.

„Oh, how good that nobody knows, how uncle HOK is really

called. A little joke, I always like to tell", returned HOK and

hastily waved his lower arms. „And soon, also nobody will

know your name anymore! "

J will always be Frank Kohlhaas! ", answered the young man

and grinned.

„Sure! And I will be always HOK, even if I am sometimes

Mike Weber or Enrico Althaus", said Holger K. with a

philosophical undertone.

„However, you will get a new Scanchip now, because

otherwise you are just fucked up in this world. "



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HOK let the keys rattle and worked for the next minutes as

under hypnosis in front of his computer screen. He visited

various servers and data bases and explained, that it could

last a while. Anyway, he had to generate a large number of

new access codes and this was a lot of work. His virtual

attacks on the secret servers of administrative districts and

registration banks had remained unnoticed so far, and could

not be retraced. The coding and safety precautions, which

HOK used, were impressing and reflected the quite entitled

paranoia in his head.

„This computer officially stands, from its source code, in

Patah Keadan in Malaysia. Sometimes I also attack from

Siberia, northern China or Angola. This is always very

funny! ", gaggled the cyberfreak and smiled proudly.

J believe you, man. But I know nothing about computers! ",

groaned Frank .

„Code here and code there. . . "

"No, does not fit. . . "

"Shit! Why not? "

"Ah. . . Okay! "

"Well, there we have been landed. . . "

"He, he, he. . . "

"Well! "

And: Go! "

"Starting from the data. . . "

"Great! "

"Copy! "

"Paste! "

"Mist! Elender Mist! "

HOK murmured and continued to swim through a sea of

datas and facts in the international cyberspace. He vacantly

stared at the screen and Frank was just silent. Then

Kohlhaas finally sat down on a damaged office chair, which

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The operation lasted almost three hours. In the meantime,
Frank had gone out of the house, to take a little walk
through the village. When he returned, the passionate cyber
fanatic expected him. HOK grinned from ear to ear. Then he
theatrically made a curtsey in front of his new client:
. . Welcome citizen 08-71 1369Y-1 91 947, in our wonderful
„One-World"! I may call you, nevertheless, here among us
and completely unofficially, Maximilian Eberharter, okay? "
. . Sounds amusing, but good. . . ", returned Frank.
. . Your Scanchip account has also been topped up again.
Congratulations! " HOK seemed to be very happy. He had
done his work like a pro.

Referring to the general defaults for citizen registrations,
Frank Kohlhaas was now announced as the proud owner of
the citizen number 08-71 1369Y-1 91 947, living in Graz and
working as an underground construction engineer. His wage
was not bad too. Over 1300 Globes per month, he had
never earned that much.

Who this Maximilian Eberharter really was, Frank did not
know and he did not ask. Perhaps the citizen number 08-
711369Y-191947 had been discarded, because the owner
had died. Perhaps, it was also just invented, rewritten or
something else. HOK surely knew, what he did.
Indeed, the computer scientist with the weird behavior and
the emotional fluctuations, was just irreplaceable in Ivas. He
procured official registrations for the inhabitants and topped
up their Scanchip accounts, gave them "jobs" and secured
their income - at least, as a computer file. This man was
ingenious. No question!

Additionally, the village community also subsisted on an
own agriculture and various illegal exchanges and
commercial transactions. It functioned better, than the new
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Nevertheless, Ivas was a dangerous place. And only, if all
inhabitants kept their mouths shut and never boasted, an
inconspicuous life was possible. Regarded from the outside,
this village just appeared inconspicuously and its citizens
were even good taxpayers, who were not noticeable to the
tax authority of the sub-sector "Belarus-Baltic".
From this point of view, they all were in a favorable
situation. It would probably just become unpleasant, if an
official would ever examine this place more exactly. But
since the financial situation in the sub-sector was
catastrophic and the region was in a permanent state of
worst poverty, it was improbable, that authorities, which
hadn't enough employees, because of staff savings, would
ever send someone to an unimportant village like Ivas. The
lethargic officials were just content, if the taxes were paid
regularly.

This mentality of indifference, which was far common in
Eastern Europe, increasingly annoyed the powerful
gentlemen of the World Goverment. Nevertheless, in former
Lithuania still existed an administration, but this was not
self-evident in other regions of the world.
In Africa, the World Government had never tried to
introduce a complete monitoring of the population at all,
what was much too difficult. But from the position of the
Lodge Brothers, this was not necessary on this continent.
The African countries were politically insignificant and it was
only sufficient, to recruit parts of the population as cheap
peons for the big concerns. Furthermore, the World
Goverment held the whole continent in an iron grip of
dependence by indebtedness. Occupation troops enforced
the rough adherence of the instructions from above. This
was enough. Otherwise, the World Government only
occasionally intervened, in order to decimate the population.
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laboratories, ensured, that the population could not grow too
much. Other countries, for example in Eastern Asia, were
also controlled from the outside. The new rulers simply used
the weapons of financial dependence, the military threat or
economic sanctions.

In these regions, including India and China, the Scanchip
had been introduced as replacement for credit and identity
card a few years ago, but the number of people in these
countries was just too big for a close monitoring.
Together with the downfall of formerly high technicalised
Europe, the infrastructure in these regions slowly moldered.
Nevertheless, the World Government also wanted to accept
this challenge. Much still had to be done. At first, the 1. 9
billion Chinese and 1. 5 billion Indians had to be decimated,
that further political steps could follow.
The appropriate plans for this cruel process, were already in
the drawers of the think-tanks of the New World Order. They
worked on it.

In the last decades, the nations of Europe, once highly
developed and sophisticated, above all Germany, England,
France and Russia, had successfully been destroyed by a
creeping procedure of decomposition by the predecessors
of the now ruling forces.