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Fiction
NOTE: A patient presently confined to the Sleight Center psychiatric
facility believes he is the current director of the CIA. He also
believes he is living in the year 2053. He is writing CIA memos to "his
own top people."
Memo: July 7, 2053
Dear All:
I am shifting identities, and each identity carries its own time
signature. Obviously, I have many legends and cover stories I developed
over the years in the Agency. At some point, the covers began to take
on new force. They ceased being simple disguises.
They penetrated past and future. This is a theatrical quality. For
example, I found myself reading documents which hadn't yet been
written.
I don't think I'll be coming back to this place, Earth, after I leave. I
don't think so. I don't know where I'll go, but it won't be here.
There is one thing I need to do while I'm still around. I need to sever
my last connection. That connection has to
do with secrets. Secrets still fascinate me. So I'll have to take the
lid off and go down that hole into the massive cave and spill all I
find there. Some secrets are quite complicated. That's not a problem.
I'm ready. I'm ready to deliver those messages.
For example, the one about the person who thinks he is me, who imitates
me, who accesses records about me, in order to build his legend. I
assume he is the current working CIA Director, posing as me. I would
pose as me, too, if I could. After all, I have
a great deal of knowledge. I'm rather handsome. I'm facile. My
enemies fear me. Most of you don't know this, but at the Agency we have
a number of doubles who are posing as employees. Don't ask me where
the actual employees have gone. I don't know.
I don't keep track of that. Apparently, someone wants to take over the
Agency and is doing so at a slow pace. Replace an agent here, an agent
there. On the other hand, and this is what really interests me, the
replacement program could stem from the desire
to improve the Agency. Bring in new and improved doubles, as an
upgrade. Produce androids. This is the future. Suppose, one day,
you're walking around and you see a person who looks exactly like you
buying bread in a shop. You approach him and engage
him in conversation. You discover he knows everything you know. But
he knows it with more clarity. He's integrated. He's more agile.
You're no longer useful, pragmatically speaking. You're out. In an
instrumental society, you're defunct. You have to
go somewhere else. You have to start over. You're cut loose. You
don't need to consider your obligations.
That's where I am now, except I'm confined. But that will end. I'm not
unhinged. I'm lucid. And I consider my options. When I was in my
office at Langley, behind my desk, acting as Director every day, I made
sure conflicting messages were broadcast in
the press. This is the straightest path to sowing confusion in the
public mind. Confusion leads to despair, and despair leads to
inaction. Does that sound like the work of a crazy man? I knew exactly
what I was doing. Just as I do now. Think about it.
I can communicate with you, my top people at the Agency, can't I? They
can't stop me. So I'm still the de facto Director of the CIA. They
may have my double over there sitting in my chair, but I supersede him.
He thinks he's me, but I know I'm me.
Remember when we got rid of Nixon? We worked through our cutout at the
FBI, and he worked with Woodward. Woodward peeled away the layers of
the onion on that story. But the whole story was already in the bag.
It was a preordained conclusion that Nixon would
leave the White House. We had to make it look like an investigation, a
sequence. We do that for the rubes and yokels. We give them sequence,
but time is already collapsed. We work with time, ladies and
gentlemen. That's our forte.
With JFK, we were aiming for shock value. The sudden explosion of a
shot, to induce public trauma. But with Nixon, we spread it out. We
can go either way. We destabilize. That's one of our primary
missions. They've tried to destabilize me, but they've
failed. I'm stronger than ever. The psychiatrists at this facility
think they're experts at creating imbalance, but they don't have a clue
who they're dealing with. From the beginning, I was suckled on an
unpredictable nipple...
Above all, we must remember, when we're fighting enemies, they are the
people to whom we gave life. We invented them. We brought them up. If
we lose that knowledge, we lose everything.
We turn out reality. We make it up. Through our agents and assets and
cutouts, we disseminate the truth as we create it. If we say the sky is
falling, the sky is falling, even if it isn't. We have the means to
build a world, a universe. Why wouldn't we
build it? Should we shrink back from our duty? There is no actual
world. It's an indefinable mix of people and events. It has no form.
We give it form. We give it meaning. It's not our fault that people
can't achieve that on their own. Remember, when
the ancient Roman Empire was crumbling, because it couldn't control all
the territory it was conquering, it changed course. It decided to
shape a Church that would construct a cosmic order according to a story
line it invented. It would thus control minds.
That was the great change. Why use armies when words and pictures and
theatrical presentations shape thought itself? We are our own Church.
We still use political subversion and force, but on the whole we are
dealing with mental processes. We slip in unnoticed
and re-constitute belief and opinion and perception.
Given enough time, and adequate personnel, we could convince the
population that the world is made of jelly beans. Why not? Atoms,
electrons, protons, nuclei, quarks---all dead, all in motion according
to inexorable laws. They therefore eliminate the possibility
of consciousness. It's already a jelly bean cosmology...
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