No More Learning

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

only ones who live a "normal life", because we are free men



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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
betray his surname to anyone, except for Thorsten Wilden,



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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
born citizen could ever imagine.



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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.
Hunger blockades and even epidemics, made in



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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. Finally, they had brought the
Europeans to their knees. Knowing about their
inventiveness and their ability to create high civilizations,
they had purposefully selected the Old World as their
primary target. And soon they had taken control of the Great
Powers of the old age.

And it had been the same with the North American
continent. These regions had to be taken at first, even if it
wasn't always easy to conquer them. But the hidden power
behind the curtains of world policy, had acted intelligently,
cleverly, shrewdly. There was no doubt, if one analyzed the



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past. In the old age, the Europeans had been proud and
strong, and had patronized values like freedom or
independence. Therefore, they had to be slowly poisoned,
as you never attack a powerful lion directly, but put it to
sleep or sicken it first.

It would last a long time, to describe all the procedures,
which had made the world to the sad place that it was
today. But it was nevertheless a cruel fact, that these once
great old countries were in just one hand today - without
exception. The European nations crumbled, decomposed
and were close to total extinction.

Foreign people were brought to these lands, and soon all
the big centers of European civilization were a puzzle of
different races, cultures and religions. The international
yoke of modern slavery and the imperative to consume,
preached by all the media of the global system, was the
only thing, which connected them. And this had always
been the plan.

So the danger was avoided, that united fronts could be
formed one day against the world dictatorship, because the
interests and purposes in life of the numerous nation
particles and cultural fragments were too different. It had
worked well, the hidden forces had infiltrated the Old World
like a virus.

The plan had been successful and the Lodge Brothers had
laid the foundation, for what the Elders of the New World
Order had already prophesied long ago: The "Multicolor-
Man". A so called "united" human, without clearly defined
origins, torn inside his soul and groundless.
"Will will create the Eurasian-Negroid future-race! ", was the
slogan of this new policy. So the powerful gentlemen
worked on a creature without an own culture, without a
higher intelligence and without an identity - the natural born
slave.



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World Peace in Ivas?



„Not this Ronald Miller shit again! ", groaned Alf on the next
morning, as he sat in front of his laptop and watched the
news from all over the world. On an Internet site, which was
officially marked with a blocking note and should actually
not be accessible for "good normal citizens", he saw the
commemoration ceremony of a soldier of the international
GCF troops in New York, kidnapped and shot by Iranian
partisans.

The video had already been shown by the official television
stations, but the forbidden Internet site complemented it with
some background informations and let its content appear
differently, from what the media of the system wished.
The World President squeezed out some crocodile tears in
front of the cameras, which rolled along his beaked nose.
Then he thanked the not anymore "unknown soldier" for his
fight against terrorism, for human rights and world peace.
The television report showed Ronald Millers crying widow,
his newborn baby and his daughter in the kindergarten. The
report about his sweet little children lasted a whole hour.
The daughter told, that she liked to paint pictures with her
wax mark pins, loved her hamster and finally cried for her
dead father - in close up.

The World President visited her in the kindergarten, tried to
look affected and explained to the kindergartner, how
important it was, to go on with the war against Islamic
fanatics and renegade tendencies in all regions of the world.
„Those fucking media rats should mention, that the World
Goverment has nuked Teheran nine years ago! ", screamed
Alf furiously and banged on the table. "So they could also
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He turned around to Frank. „At that time, over one million

people, women and children, were burned to ashes. The

GCF just wiped them out, in order to make an example! "

„l know. . . ", answered Kohlhaas.

„Oh, shit! I just hate the fucking media! I would execute

them all, if I had the chance! ", he spat out.

„lfs the usual propaganda", said Frank and went into the

kitchen. „Calm down, Alf! Don't risk a heart attack. . . "

Baumer still grumbled for a while and finally followed Frank.

He stood before his fellow and raised the forefinger.

„Today John comes back from Minsk", he said. „We must

talk to Wilden, so that he tells us, where we can live here in

the near future. "

. . Living together with you? Then I will give you the

prohibition to watch TV! ", answered Frank with a smile.

. . Don't make me angry, little boy! ", hissed Baumer, grinned

villainously and made some boxing movements toward his

interlocutor.

The discussion with the leader of the group was short and

factual. Wilden told them that they could move into another

vacant house at the further end of Ivas. It was an incredible

hovel, but at least, it had an old wood fired oven and the two

men could even get some electricity for the barrack.

When Frank and Alf returned to their provisional home, they

met a probably 45 years old man in a cord sweater,

unloading some crates from a shabby, white combi-van.

With him was a beautiful young woman with long fair hair,

which she had tied up to a queue. John and the woman

welcomed them.

„Oh, who are you? Allow me, I'm John Thorphy! ", he

introduced himself.

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„Alfred Baumer, we don't know each other yet", answered

Alf.

„Eh. . . Frank Kohlhaas! ", said the young man.

John Thorphy had a strong English accent, which, however,

clarified the question of his origin only superficially.

„We lived in your house. Thank you again. We have been

freed, straight from prison", explained Alfred.

„No problem! ", replied John and continued to unload his car.

„rm sure that my father has organized everything correctly",

said Julia and examined Frank with an inquiring look.

„And how was it. . . ? " Frank tried to begin a conversation.

„How was what? ", asked the young woman and stroked with

her fingers through the blonde hair. Then she beheld

Kohlhaas again.

"Where you have been. . . I mean. . . your trip. . . ? "

"Nice! ", returned Julia.

„The man is. . . eh. . . John. . . an Englishman? ", asked Frank.

„No, and he does not like Englishmen! ", he heard from Julia.

John is an Irishman. Don't talk with him about England or

even Englishmen. . . "

"It was just a question", said Frank and looked unconfidently

at the young beauty.

"Okay, all questions have been answered. Now you can

help us to unload the van", said Fraulein Wilden and kept a

straight face.

„No problem! ", answered Baumer and waved Frank nearer.

In the following weeks, Frank and Alf had a lot of work to do.
Necessary renovations in their new home waited for them,
and furthermore, Wilden gave them some more tasks, in the
name of the community. Kohlhaas became acquainted with
some of the other villagers and thought that most of them
could stand him - more or less. However, a few still faced
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Nevertheless, the fact that he had been in a holo cell,

caused a mixture of compassion and respect in many of the

villagers.

Julia Wilden mostly just ignored him and didn't seem to

seek his proximity. He rarely saw her, even when he

unusually often walked past Mr. Wilden's house, although it

was located in a side road.

„She looks good, but she is „Misses Important", the

daughter of the great boss. . . ", thought Frank sometimes.

"She thinks that she is better than the rest here and she

obviously doesn't trust me very much. "

Frank was right. Julia Wilden and also the young Sven

belonged to those villagers, who avoided the contact with

him.

But Kohlhaas tried to understand the behavior of these

people. They didn't knew him and he had only come to this

strange place, because of luck and coincidence. What

should he expect now?

Prison or even liquidation would wait for them all, if he

would prove himself as a blabber or a safety risk. So the

fear of the unknown man wasn't unjustified. But Alfred

Baumer and Thorsten Wilden seemed to like him. The

village boss took every opportunity, to explain to him any

political and historical facts. He started with world history,

from the ancient cultures of the Indogermanics, over

Alexander the Great, up to the present. Sometimes,

however, even everything at the same time.

„They could have used Wilden for the reeducation hours in

the holo cell, apart from the fact, that he preaches the

converse theses. Nevertheless, he talks even more than

that computer! ", said Frank to Alf once.

Baumer admired the former entrepreneur, because of his

universal knowledge about politics and history, but this time,

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weeks and months passed in monotonousness. Often some
of the villagers disappeared for a while. Occasionally, even
one of the three small transport aircrafts left its hideout, in
order to fly somewhere and to come back again a few days
later.

The airplanes were always hidden under camouflage nets
or in large, old barns. Although it was not illegal to own
them, since they had been duly registered, caution was the
first rule in Ivas.

In the meantime, Frank and Alf were working hard, in order
to make their house more habitable. Wallpapers were
procured over many detours, because there were no more
shops in the periphery of many kilometers, which got such
articles. At least, the most important rooms could be
renovated.

Similar difficulties also appeared with the building materials,
which had often to be taken from the other vacant houses,
for example intact bricks to repair the leaky roof. It was a
long and toilsome work, but the two men became friends
along the way.

There was still only a very old wood fired oven in the biggest
room of the house and both men became a bit nervous,
when the thought about the coming winter of the year 2028.
At the end of the month, Frank's sleep disturbances
suddenly came back. He had scary nightmares, in which the
cruel light of the holo cell tortured him again, and also Mr.
Madness returned.

Sometimes in these dreams, this strange man talked, and
Frank was surprised that his voice was high and shrill.
Baumer often woke him up, when he flailed or talked while
he was sleeping. It was weird. Right now, where peace had
entered his life, compared to the time in „Big Eye" even the
idyl, the bad memories came back. Kohlhaas had thought,
that the pain in his mind was over - but he was wrong. . .



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One day in August, HOK stood in front of the entrance door

on an early morning and asked Alf for Frank. Kohlhaas sat

in the provisionally furnished kitchen and came to the door

after a few minutes.

„Good morning, Frank! Please come with me, immediately! ",

said HOK with a sad face.

. . What's up? ", asked Frank with an uncomfortable feeling

deep inside.

. . Hurry up! Just come with me! ", answered the computer

specialist and spreaded a disastrous atmosphere.

Shortly afterwards, the two men went to HOK's house and

Frank hardly noticed the warm and bright autumn sun,

which stroked the little village on this day. HOK ran to his

untidy office and sat down in front of his computer.