No More Learning

Frank and Alf said goodbye and took their backpacks. Then
de Vries took off again as fast as he could.
For safety reasons he flew directly back to Ivas, because he
didn't want to stay just one minute longer in such an
extremely monitored zone. If he would have parked his
plane somewhere in this rural area for seven days, the
danger to be controlled by a police patrol would still have
been small, but his nerves were raw.
He had been relieved, when he had left the sector "Central
Europe" with his Family in 2019 - never to be seen again.
Perhaps, de Vries was a little too paranoid, and he also had
a perfectly falsified Scanchip, but only the thought of being
caught by the police filled him with panic. The Fleming had
already been arrested in 2011, because of smuggling arms,
and his name was still listed in all official databanks. Steffen
and his family had suffered a lot in "Central Europe" and
when he finally came back to Ivas, he was more than happy
about this.

Meanwhile, Frank and Alf stood on a field close to a small
village near Compiegne - with full backpacks. Their hearts
were pounding like mad. Now they were on their own,
standing in the middle of enemy country. Therefore, it was
important to behave inconspicuous.
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. . Let's go to the village and then we will drive to Compiegne

by bus. We still have to make it to Paris today! ", explained

Frank and felt uneasy.

They walked along a dusty road, which led from the landing

zone directly to the small village, always looking around.

The load was heavy, everyone had to carry about 25

kilograms, and they just hoped that no policeman would find

them strange.

However, the two rebels had some ordinary clothes. Frank

wore some blue jeans and a dark green polo. Furthermore,

a light gray baseball cap, which was pulled deeply into his

face, covering his head.

Baumer also wore blue jeans, a brown turtleneck pullover

and a reddish baseball cap with the symbol of the the

"Cleveland dead Indians". Under the trouser legs of the two

men, black army boots could be seen, because firm

footwear was essential on this mission.

Their warm jackets had been stowed in the backpacks.

They also had sunglasses in their bags, but the weather

was sulky today, and so sunglasses would have looked not

very inconspicuous.

On the way to the village, they didn't see many people. Just

an old man, who passed and briefly examined them. Apart

from this, there was not a soul to be seen. However, the

village didn't pulsate of life. Everything looked poorly and

only a few inhabitants were on the street. Just a little boy on

the opposite roadside, who shouted something in French,

gave them a bit attention. But Frank and Alf didn't mind him.

They went to a bus stop and drove with line 38 to

Compiegne.

. . Just cut and run! ", they thought to themselves. The bus

driver had warily looked at them, when he had debited the

amount for the trip from their Scanchips, Frank was sure.

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to him. Both were silent and tried to ignore the other
passengers. They just sat in the last row of seats of the bus
and were glad about everyone, who did not turn around to
them. The bus driver talked with an older woman during the
trip, and she probably told him her whole life story with wild
gestures. „Oui! " and „Non! " it resounded through the shabby
bus. Then the vehicle arrived at Compiegne.

„Give me the DC-stick! ", said Frank, after they had stepped
off the bus.

Anyhow they had already taken this small hurdle without
any problems. Alfred ransacked his black backpack and
pulled out a small data medium. On the DC-stick were the
construction plans of the canalization of Paris and other
files, also a map of Compiegne.

„We are here, in the center. The rental car company is not
far away. We can walk! ", said Frank and nervously looked at
Alf.

Now they were surrounded by a lot of people. It was not like
in the small village they came from. The two assassins were
close to a shopping mile and masses of passersby were all
over the place. But they didn't regard them, if at all only as
tourists, and gave them no closer looks. Both men heard a
tangle of languages beyond their ears, mainly French.
Some children, probably Arabs, ran over the street and
were screamed. At first sight, Compiegne was an ugly, gray
and dirty city. At second sight, it was still more disgusting!
The shopping mile was full of beggars and homeless
people, who hung around in the corners, wrapped in covers
and drunk. An old man roared loudly with a babbling voice
and threw his bottle of cheap liquor on the asphalt.
Somewhere, someone tried to play on a guitar and sang flat
to get some Globes. It was just odious here. But where was
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hit the road immediately to reach the rental car company in
time. It was already after 17. 00 o'clock and they had to
hurry up.

Frank noticed that the people around him walked with a
stoop, as if they would have an interest to look like midgets.
Their faces reflected poverty, many looked ill and pale. The
two Germans were regarded by nobody and silently walked
down the street. Shortly afterwards, they passed some
abandoned shops. Probably there had been a flourishing
retail trade in former times, but this was long ago.
Meanwhile, the shopwindows of the dirty houses in the
center of Compiegne looked dead and dusty. The downfall
of a once beautiful city was obvious.

What had remained, were the cheap supermarkets of
„Globe Food" and „3X6 Market", which supplied Europe and
North America with their bad food.

Here, the homeless people clustered. They gestured,
shouted, brought new liquor out of the supermarket and also
vomited, when they were drunk enough. From the other end
of the long shopping street, which had already lost its gloss,
suddenly came a loud scream. A young man had stabbed
one of the derelicts, people ran around and started to yell.
Frank and Alfred walked faster, if a police car emerged.
A little later, they had reached the rental car company,
which lay in a halfdark backyard. A sturdy man with a beard
waited for them behind a desk and lolled on his chair. The
two rebels entered his office. Now it became thrilling,
because Frank had to use his falsified Scanchip for the first
time.

„We want a car. We want to go to Paris! ", said Alfred.

The Frenchman, who probably had a lot of contact with

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„Oui! You want to go to Paris? Okay! ", he answered and

smiled.

„Eh. . . Yes! ", added Frank. „Which car do you want? A

normally car, a combi, a van? ", enumerated the renter.

„Normal car! ", answered Alf.

„Which type? ", asked the man.

„Tell that asshole that it is all the same to me. I want to

leave this place as fast as I can! ", hissed Kohlhaas quietly.

Alf nodded.

„lt doesn't matter. Any normal car! ", said Baumer.

„Okay! Where are you from? ", nerved the Frenchman.

„Austria. . . from Austria! ", stammered Frank. His heart

pounded and his hands felt sweaty.

„Ah! Aus Osterreich! ", joked the man and tried to talk

German.

„Ja! ", answered Alfred.

The renter stood up from his chair and waved the two rebels

nearer.

„Come on! ", he called. „Here! This car you can have. "

The friendly man showed Frank and Alf a black and no

longer new "Lion".

„ls der gut? ", he asked, grinned and was pleased that he

had made it, to speak German.

„Yes! We take this car! ", answered Frank, whose back

began to hurt, because of his heavy load.

„Okay, we go to the office. Than pay with Scanchip! ", said

the renter and walked off.

"Now we will see. . . ", whispered Alf.

„How long do you want to lease the car? ", asked the man

from the next room and typed something.

„Till the second of march! ", said Alf.

"Okay! ", it came back.

The Frenchman took the two Scanchips and pulled them

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„A car is 40 Globes a day, my friends! ", he explained.

„Okay! ", breathed Frank and looked at Alf with fear in his

eyes.

The reader hummed quietly and for the two men the world

seemed to stop turning for some seconds. The tension let

their hearts pump faster and the adrenalin shot through their

veins.

Then the Frenchman looked up and smiled friendly: „Thank

you, Mr. Eberharter and Mr. Willner. Take your car. Have

much fun in Paris! Haben Sie vielen Spaft in Paris, mein

Herren! Ha, ha! "

The two rebels took a deep breath, walked fastly to their

car, threw the heavy bags into the trunk and disappeared.

The trip to Paris was more pleasant than in former times.
There were no more traffic jams of considerable size,
because the number of cars had increasingly been reduced
in the last years.

The breakdown of the automobile industry had begun in the
year 2009 and in 2029, cars were luxury articles for the
ordinary people. Who could hardly ensure, that there was
enough food on his plate, had no more Globes to fund a car.
Government officials and other higher earners, who still
could afford a car, were an exception. Moreover, the prices
for gasoline had drastically risen, particularly since 2018.
Meanwhile, a car devoured big sums of money.
Alternative energies, which could have replaced the
gasoline, were still suppressed by the oil industry and the oil
lords had still all the power, to exterminate any rivals in this
sector. In 2019, a worldwide wave of liquidations by the
GSA had hit many scientists and entrepreneurs, who
wanted to offer free energies. So the traffic jams slowly
vanished, and that was a real advantage on this day,
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Paris. However, the motorways and streets were in a
catastrophic condition. The administrative district . . Central
Europe" used its income for more important things than to
repair streets, for example, an improved monitoring or an
extended armament.

It lasted for a while, until the two men had found the hotel,
which HOK had chosen for them. The streets of Paris
appeared endlessly and darkly, and if one didn't know this
labyrinth of lanes, it was easy to go astray.
The hotel was called . . Sunflower" and was in the east of
Paris. At 20,30 o'clock, the exhausted men finally arrived
and parked their car behind the buidling. In the hotel, a
pretty Frenchwoman with light brown hair and a girlish face
was waiting for them.

She was very friendly, but somehow busy and reticent.
However, this was no problem, because unnecessary talk
with other people had to be strictly avoided. Frank and Alf
just told her, that they were tourists from Austria.
The Scanchips functioned perfectly again. This was the way
it should be. Then, the two men brought their heavy and
explosive luggage to room 16 on the 2nd floor. Frank and
Alf didn't see many other guests on this evening. Only an
older woman, who greeted them in French. That was all.
They closed the door behind themselves and fell on their
beds, which were covered with a brown duvet. Soon this
day had come to an end and the two rebels were just glad
about this.

Now they were in Paris, but the real trip to hell was still
waiting for them. Nevertheless, Frank and Alf banished this
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Aux Champs-Elysees



Aux Champs-Elysees

Aux Champs-Elysees

Au soleil, sous la pluie

A midi ou a minuit

II y a tout ce que vous voulez

Aux Champs-Elysees. . .

(French version, 1969)



Oh Champs-Elysees

Oh Champs-Elysees

Sonne scheint, Regen rinnt

Ganz egal, wir beide sind

So froh, wenn wir uns wiederseh'n

Oh Champs-Elysees. . .

(German cover version, 1969)



Oh Champs-Elysees
Oh Champs-Elysees
Sonne scheint, Regen rinnt
Wechsler, du wirst mich nicht sehfn
und bald vor deinem Schopfer stehf n !
Oh Champs-Elysees. . .

(Modified version by Frank Kohlhaas, 2029)



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Although they were in the middle of a strongly monitored
city in . . Central Europe", and the enemy could lie in wait at
each corner, Frank and Alf slept quite well. At first, Frank
remembered this old French song, which was occasionally
played on the radio. He changed the text of the German
version in a way that it was suitable to the situation.
Kohlhaas chuckled quietly, till the sleep had overpowered
him.

The beginning of the next day could not be avoided and
there were only eight days till the "Festival of the new
World", which should come over the old "Avenue de
Champs-Elysees".

There was still enough time to get an idea of the situation,
and to explore the dark sewer tunnels, which they had
selected as their way to the security zone. This procedure
was also very necessary, because there was no room in
their plan for unexpected incidents, collapsed tunnels or
blocked ways.

Frank and Alf spent the first day in Paris in their hotel room
and avoided to leave the building. Only once, Alf bought
something to eat in a nearby supermarket and told his friend
about the dirty streets he had walked down. Apart from that,
they spent their time with watching TV. The news, which
were mostly agitation against Japan, brought them several
outbreaks of rage. For the next day, more exactly for the
next night, both men had planned something really bold. At
two o'clock in the morning, the two rebels sneaked out of
their hotel room and passed the abandoned reception.
In the darkness of the next street corner, Frank hastily took
his DC-Stick and opened the city map of Paris, which HOK
had completed with additional informations. Like two
shades, they crept around the houses and moved silently
from one dark place to the next. It was raining and Alf
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but Frank did not want to waste anymore time and remained
stubborn. „The Rue Lagille, it is not far away from here! ",
whispered Kohlhaas and showed his friend the map.
„We are just crazy, man! ", answered Baumer.
„Of course! " Frank grinned. „And now, let's hurry up! "
They went to a dark corner again and studied some
construction plans. Meanwhile, the heavy rain had stopped
and just dabbled quietly one the roofs of the houses around
them. The streets were empty, only a few probably Algerian
teenagers, who occasionally roared through the night or
kicked against garbage cans and bus stop signs, could be
seen in the distance. However, the two rebels were not
noticeable to them. It was after three o'clock, when they
finally reached their goal.

. . Let's look for an entrance here", whispered Frank.
„Shit, what am I doing here? ", sighed his friend and fetched
a small crowbar, which he kept hidden under his jacket.
. . Come on now! ", hissed Kohlhaas.

A car drove past them and an old woman, standing at a
brightly illuminated window, gazed at the dark and wet
street. Frank and Alf had noticed her and decided to creep
inconspicuously away.

. . Look! She can see us! We have to go! ", growled Frank and
Alf followed him.

. . Let's go to the next street, there are only some houses on
one side. And there is an abandoned factory building,
according to the plan", whispered the young man with the
DC-Stick in his hand.

Shortly afterwards, they reached a nearly perfect dark back
alley. Now they felt unobserved. Anyhow, they could not see
anybody, although they looked around several times and
examined the environment with sharp eyes. A minute later
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visible shown on one of HOK's maps of the city of Paris.

They paused for a short moment.

„This must be gully cover 344-GL-77003, if the map is

correct", said Frank with a little enthusiastic face. „Down

there? Now? Damn! "

„No turning back, Kohlhaas! ", answered Alf and already

screwed up his nose.

They lifted the manhole cover without problems and pushed

it to the side. In front of them, an unfathomable black hole

opened itself now. Only the outlines of some rusty rungs,

leading into the darkness, could be recognized.

„Fuck! ", said Frank.

Baumers nodded approvingly, then he held his flashlight

downward. Dirt, rotten leaves and rust expected the two

assassins down below. Moreover, a pungent stench.

"Oh my God! ", said Kohlhaas and took his rubber gloves
and the breathing mask. "Do you have the blowtorch, Alf? "
"Yes, sure! What are you waiting for? ", muttered Baumer.
Frank carefully climbed down the rusty ladder, while Alf was
shining for him. After a few minutes, he had reached the
ground.

„Baaah! ", it resounded out of the dark hole.
His partner could imagine, what Frank meant. Then
Kohlhaas shone for Alf, who crawled down into the
unknown, little inviting environment of the underground of
Paris. Baumer pulled the gully cover over the manhole, so
that only a small gap remained. Down here, it was as
disgusting as expected, and the channel did not make the
impression, as if someone had ever cleaned it in the last
twenty years. Wet heaps of dirt were piled up beside the
rivlet, down to the feet of the two men. Some rats scurried
away. Alf shone at them with his flashlight and the animals
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„l_ook at this, gentlemen of the World Government are also

here! ", joked Frank and pointed at the rats.

Alf chuckled. „Here will be a lot of them. If you see a

completely fat and bloated rat, then you can address it with

„Mr. World President"! "

Frank grinned and returned: „To compare these poor

animals with the Lodge Brothers, is an insult for every rat! "

The gossip took a bit of the uncertainty of the two rebels,

who stood now in the middle of an ugly sewer tunnel. Frank

looked at his map again and then they walked about

hundred meters straightforward.

They had to watch out for their heads, because the tunnel

was not as tall as a man and surely already very old. Soon

after, both men came to a bigger canal and heard a car

above themselves. They were under a street. The little river

of wastewater was a bit broader here, just like the roundish

tunnel. Now they had to come to a decision.

„lf the map is correct, we must go to the left", said Frank

after a short look at the DC-Stick.

„lt will hopefully be correct, otherwise we are fucked up",

grumbled Baumer.

„There is always a gully cover somewhere, that can bring us

back to the surface", said Frank and walked forward, waving

with his flashlight. Meanwhile, Alfred sprayed a red cross on

the wall, in order to use it later as an orientation.

The broader sewer tunnel still extended for about two

hundred meters, then they came to a grid, clogged with dirt

and leaves, which was completely rusted. There was no

getting through. At least, not without a blowtorch, which

Alfred fortunately had. It just took a quarter of an hour, then

he had destroyed the rusty lattice.

„What a work! ", gasped Alf, when the dammed up water

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The tunnel with the old grid still extended for two hundred
further meters, then it ended in a larger room, where the rills
of wastewater flowed together. Gray-green walls gazed at
the two intruders and Frank was sure, that these old
buildings already existed since many decades, maybe since
centuries.

Rusty wastewater pipes came from the ceiling of the room
and on the wall was a sign with something in French on it. It
was completely rusted too.

At least, they could stand tall here. The way forked again in
several directions. Frank looked at some files and was sure
that they had to go into the opposite tunnel, Alfred trusted
him and sprayed another red cross on the wall.
„One of these sewer corridors had not been on our map, but
this must be the right one! Above it, is the "Rue de
Rothschild", as I think", explained Kohlhaas.
Shortly afterwards, they walked through a narrow passage
with some big holes in the walls. Spiders and rats welcomed
them in this dark tunnel and it was smelling rancidly, despite
the breathing masks.

Frank and Alf had to crouch again and watched their heads.
Meanwhile, they had walked this tunnel for about fifty
meters, when they discovered a small source of light above
themselves. Probably it was the light of one of the street
lamps, which came through a little hole of a gully cover.
They continued to creep through the stinking passage, then
they stopped. A black water lode with a very narrow
sidewalk on the side was in front of them, it was
approximately one meter deep. In the distance of ten
meters, rusty and damaged iron pipes led upward. Alfred
marked the way and followed his friend along the stream.
The water was not really deep, but it smelled foul and
appeared somehow threatening. Frank thought that a
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them down into a bottomless black sea. It was just spooky

down here and the stench crept out of every corner right

into their noses.

„lf I have counted my steps correctly, we have walked about

600 or 700 meters yet", said Baumer.

His friend looked at the digital map and nodded. At the end

of the tunnel, they reached a relatively big room, which

looked like a reservoir. Stairs led upward and a large pool

with brackish water was in front of them.

Frank illuminated the basin, then he said to Alfred: . . HOK's

informations have mostly been correct so far. This reservoir

or whatever it is, has been marked with a red spot on the

map. You should spray a sign on the wall here! "

After they had crossed the next tunnel, they had penetrated

the underground labyrinth for more than one kilometer.

Then they reached an area, which reminded them of a small

hall. It must have been a part of the world-famous

canalization of Paris, which had been built in the year 1850

and during the following period. With a tang of admiration,

the two men stopped for a moment and looked around.

Then they continued their journey.

„This must be pumps over there, right? " Alfred pointed at

several enormous pipes with big handwheels on the side,

that led into a deep water reservoir. However, they also

were totally rusted, although they seemed to be still in use.

J think so! ", answered Frank. „This hall is probably in the

east of the "Avenue of Humanity". I think the street is less

than two kilometers far from here. This place is noticeable

enough, we don't need to mark it. "

Alfred put the spray can with the red color back into his

backpack and followed his friend. They went up some

concrete stairs with a handrail on the side. Then they

entered big room, that nearly looked like an underground

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and Alf went to the right and walked through a narrow, long

passage.

. . HOK's informations have been right yet", said Kohlhaas.

„The construction plans of the canalization of the inner city

seem to be still exact. "

„Well, the World Government has just taken over this

ancient and singular sewerage. They would never build

something for the people! ", remarked Alf.

„This sewer network has been built by hardworking men and

not by dirty parasites! ", hissed Frank and waved his friend

nearer.

„Look! There is a locked door. It obstructs the way, which

we have to take", said Frank and pointed at a dark corner of

the hall. Alfred fetched his blowtorch, but didn't destroy the

door more than necessary, in order to arouse no suspicion.

The tunnel beyond the locked door seemed to be endless,

and after a while the two men discovered a hole in the wall.

But there was no sewer corridor anywhere.

„What is that? It looks, as if somebody had broken some

stones out of the wall there, to dig a way", said Frank and

illuminated the strange hole with his flashlight. „Over there!

Look, there is another tunnel! Can you see it? "

Behind the hole seemed to be a large shaft. In the last

years, many homeless people had revamped the

underworld of Paris at their own discretion and had

extended the endless tunnel system. They had found a sad

home here, in a time, when there was no more room for

them at the surface. Kohlhaas looked at his DC-stick and

read some files. It lasted nearly half an hour. In the

meantime, Alfred sauntered boredly and nervously through

the darkness.

„This could be an abandoned metro shaft! ", explained

Frank.