The DEMI-MONDE SPRING
ROD REES
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Rod Rees has spent his life travelling throughout Africa, the Middle East, Bangladesh and Russia, and consequently found himself living in Qatar, Tehran and Moscow. He has built pharmaceutical factories in Dhaka, set up a satellite communication network in Moscow, and conceived and designed a jazz-themed hotel in the UK. Now a full-time writer, Rod lives near Derby, England, with his wife Nelli and their two children.
Contents
Map of the Demi-Monde
Report to the Grand Council
The Demi-Monde: The Novel
Prologue
Part One: Paris and the Bastille
Part Two: The Storming of the Bastille and Escape from Paris
Part Three: Venice
Part Four: The Awful Tower and the Miracle of the Canal
Part Five: Walpurgisnacht
Epilogue
The Demi-Monde: Glossary of Terms and Slang
2nd August 2018
I present to the Grand Council of The Most Secret Order of Grigori this report on the progress made in achieving the Final Solution.
As the Grand Council knows, a key element in this endeavour has been the creation of the world’s first quantum computer, ABBA, an engine of immense processing power. ABBA’s power has, in turn, enabled us to develop the Demi-Monde, the most sophisticated virtual world ever conceived. To mask the Demi-Monde’s true purpose, we have persuaded the US military to adopt the simulation as a training ground for their neoFights.
A brief description of the Demi-Monde is, perhaps, in order. This cyber-milieu, technologically constrained to the year 1870, is populated by thirty million cogent and self-motivated digital duplicates (‘Dupes’), these Dupes being simulacra of selected living people. This Dupe population is divided between the Sectors of the Demi-Monde in such a way as to emphasise inter-Sectorial antipathy and hence mimic the discontinuous and disharmonious ambiance of the Real World. A coterie of PreLived über-Dupes including, inter alia, Reinhard Heydrich, Aleister Crowley and Lavrentii Beria, have been seeded into the Demi-Monde, their presence rationalised to the US military by the need to provide neoFights with a hi-Level Adversarial Leadership Threat. Additionally, and for reasons obvious to the Grand Council, Dupes in the Demi-Monde exhibit a need to feed on blood; again, this idiosyncrasy is explained to the US military as a disharmonic necessary to heighten inter-Sectorial tensions.
The five Sectors of the Demi-Monde are:
THE ROOKERIES: the population drawn from London, Berlin and Washington; the common language English; the dominant religion the faux-fascist UnFunDaMentalism.
RODINA: the population drawn from Warsaw, St Petersburg and Odessa; the common language Russian; the dominant religion the neoCommunist RaTionalism.
THE QUARTIER CHAUD: the population drawn from Paris, Rome, Venice and Barcelona; the common language French; the dominant religion the unfettered hedonism of ImPuritanism.
THE COVEN: the population (with the gender mix skewed 2:1 towards females) drawn from Tokyo, Beijing and Rangoon; the common language Chinese; the dominant religion the extreme feminism of HerEticalism.
NOIRVILLE: the population (with the gender mix skewed 2:1 in favour of males) drawn from Cairo, Istanbul, Delhi and ZuluLand; the common language Arabic; the dominant religion HimPerialism, which preaches male supremacy in all things.
There is also a faux-Jewish diaspora in the Demi-Monde, these Untermenschen known as the nuJus.
Since the Demi-Monde was activated some five years ago, Reinhard Heydrich, with our assistance, has taken control of the Rookeries and Rodina to create the ForthRight. Our estimate is that Heydrich will achieve pan-Demi-Mondian dominance by the end of Fall 1005 (by Demi-Mondian reckoning), this coinciding with the enactment of the Final Solution.
Six months ago the Grand Council authorised the commencement of the next phase of the Demi-Monde Project and, in furtherance of this, Norma Williams, the vain and headstrong daughter of the US President, was lured into the Demi-Monde. The abduction of Williams gave us the opportunity to replace her in the Real World with Aaliz Heydrich, the daughter of Reinhard Heydrich. As the Grand Council is aware, having Aaliz Heydrich masquerading as Norma Williams will provide us with unprecedented opportunities to create the conditions necessary to execute the Real World aspects of the Final Solution.
As anticipated, the US military and the US President became somewhat exercised by the virtual entrapment of Norma Williams and demanded the girl be rescued. As they are labouring under the mistaken belief that the Demi-Monde is now sealed to the Real World, it was simplicity itself to persuade them that only one person was able to enter the Demi-Monde to search for the girl. To ensure this rescue mission failed, we made strenuous efforts to have a wholly ineffectual individual selected for the task, the final candidate combining the weaknesses of gender (female), of race (she is black) and of youth (she is eighteen years of age).
Unhappily I must report that this individual, Ella Thomas, has proved to be more capable than anticipated, displaying a quite astonishing level of initiative and determination. Once inside the Demi-Monde, she formed an alliance with a Dupe named Vanka Maykov, a glib Russian psychic, and with Burlesque Bandstand, an amoral petty criminal. Thomas, aided by her confederates, located and rescued Norma Williams, escaping with her into the Warsaw Ghetto.
The ForthRight Army attacked the Ghetto with the aim of recapturing Williams, only to be repulsed by the Polish Free Army led by Lady Trixiebell Dashwood, an English girl who is dedicated to the overthrowing of UnFunDaMentalism. However, thanks to the valiant efforts of the SS-Ordo Templi Aryanis StormTroopers, Warsaw has now been taken and Norma Williams is once again in our power.
Unfortunately, Ella Thomas remains at large and has continued to be a thorn in our side. By hacking into ABBA she was able to open the previously impenetrable Boundary Layer that surrounds the Demi-Monde, allowing three million rebels to escape Warsaw and certain annihilation. For this she has been venerated as a Messiah by impressionable elements within the Demi-Monde, and has been given the honorific the Lady IMmanual. The assassination of Ella Thomas is now a major priority.
/> However, despite these minor setbacks, I do not believe there has been any material impact on the timetable set for the Final Solution. The Rite of Transference has been completed and Aaliz Heydrich is now in the Real World and soon all Demi-Mondians will be under the control of Reinhard Heydrich.
The Grand Council should be in no doubt that the achieving of the Final Solution is now in our grasp.
I remain Your Humble Servant,
Professor Septimus Bole
Prologue
Paris
The Demi-Monde: 1st Day of Spring, 1005
It has recently been recognised (see my own Dark Charismatics: The Invisible Enemy) that there is a small coterie of persons – perhaps no more than twenty in the whole of the Demi-Monde – who are immune to all blandishments and attempts to modify their brutish behaviour. But small though this sinister and recalcitrant subclass is, it is very potent, for its constituents, by their perverted nature and gross amorality, present a morbid threat to the ideals which govern the Quartier Chaud and endanger the very existence of those charged by ABBA, by rank and by ability, with the execution of such governance. These abominations I have named Dark Charismatics.
Letter dated 53rd day of Spring, 1002, from Professeur Michel
de Nostredame to Doge Catherine-Sophia
Beau nichon!
Examining herself carefully in her looking glass, Odette Aroca decided that she made quite a striking Liberté. That she stood tall and proud (as Liberté should), that she was strong and powerful (as Liberté had to be, though Odette doubted that Liberté had developed her muscles hauling meat to and from her market stall in Les Halles) and that the breast she had exposed was full and plump, all meant that she was the living embodiment of the figure shown in Delacroix’s famous painting of The Triumph of the Quartier Chaud in the Great War. When she marched with her UnScrewed sisters on the Bastille, she would certainly look the part.
Odette took a moment to adjust the Phrygian cap sitting atop her head. She hated the cap: it was shapeless and floppy and reminded her of a bed cap. It also, annoyingly, hid much of what Odette believed to be her best feature – her long, curly chestnut hair. Being by nature a pragmatist, Odette knew that she wasn’t a particularly good-looking woman – even her mother could only be persuaded to call her homely – so she had to make the most of what paltry blessings ABBA had reluctantly bestowed on her. Amazingly, the cap refused to cooperate and despite all her efforts at rearrangement it continued to sit on her head looking like a partially melted blancmange.
Still, her robe was good. The word that had come down from the leaders of the UnScrewed-Liberation Movement was that for the assault on the Bastille, all demonstrators should wear a long flowing robe in virgin white, this to signify their refusal to indulge in sexual activities until Jeanne Deroin and Aliénor d’Aquitaine were freed and the lettres de cachet ordering their imprisonment revoked. Moreover, the instructions had continued, the robe had to be cut so that the right breast – and it had to be the right breast, the UnScrewed Committee members were devils for detail – was unsheathed. ‘Tempting but Untouchable’ was to be the UnScreweds’ catchphrase, and for a woman like Odette this was good news. She regarded her breasts as her second- and third-best features, having, as was often remarked upon by her admirers – many of her regretfully few admirers – big breasts. But then Odette was a very big woman, so it was natural that she should have breasts to match her great height and her equally great girth. Still, never being one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Odette gave a wiggle and was pleased to see that her untethered breast jiggled in a quite charming fashion.
Satisfied with her robe, Odette strapped on the huge hobnailed boots she wore when she worked in the market. She’d be a fool if she was going to go to any demonstration ill-equipped to give someone a good kicking if things got bent out of shape. The GrandHarms had been none too tender with UnScreweds of late, and if any one of the sods so much as waved his baton in her direction, he would find himself having to buy a bigger codpiece to accommodate his swollen testicles.
Next Odette fastened a mask about her face. For the assault on the Bastille she’d chosen a full-face, Roman-style mask made from thick white leather. Not only was white leather very fashionable but it also had the advantage of offering at least some protection if she was hit in the face and, of course, made her homeliness a little more mysterious and alluring. She’d decorated the mask using red nail varnish, writing ‘Robespierre’s a Piano’ across the brow, a reference to Senior CitiZen Robespierre’s rumoured lack of sexual potency. This gesture was, she knew, a violation of the instructions of the UnScrewed Committee – their belief being that demonstrators should conduct themselves ‘with taste and decorum’ and avoid ‘provocative vulgarities’ – but as the Committee was made up of middle-class intellectuals who had never been involved in a street fight in their lives, they could, in Odette’s oft-voiced opinion, go fuck themselves. Odette Aroca and the regiment of market women she commanded were marching to free Deroin and d’Aquitaine, not to serve canapés or engage in learned debate.
With her mask in place, the only thing that remained was for Odette to select her placard. All demonstrators had been ordered to carry a placard nailed to the handle of a broom, the broom symbolising the UnScreweds’ avowed intent to sweep away the Gang of Three, the bastard Dark Charismatics led by Robespierre. The broom idea had caused no end of argument at the last meeting of the Paris Battalion of the UnScrewed-Liberation Movement, with Amélie Sappho arguing that as the broom was a symbol of domesticity and hence of female oppression, it was an inappropriate item to be carried by women demanding the upholding of the sacred rights of ImPuritanism and of Holistic Feminism. In the end, Amélie had been voted down. Odette hadn’t been surprised; everyone knew Amélie was a Dork – a closet HerEtical – who had very funny ideas about what a young woman should do with a broom handle in the privacy of her bedroom.
Odette chose the placard which read ‘Down with the Gang of unFree’, which she thought quite a pithy slogan, then took a few minutes to use her trusty razor-knife to sharpen the end of the broom handle to a point. Now if any GrandHarm came to the mistaken conclusion that, because she was carrying a broom, she was ripe for oppression, two metres of pointed pine shoved up his arse would do an excellent job of disabusing him.
Her costuming complete, Odette spent several minutes standing in front of the mirror, striking what she thought were suitably heroic poses – there would, after all, be press daguerreotypists covering the demonstration – and grimacing in what she thought was an appropriately aggressive manner. In the end she gave up on the grimacing, as no one would be able to see her face behind her mask and, anyway, snarling made her face ache. Her practising of her war cries was brought to a similarly premature conclusion by Widow Depaul hammering on the thin wall that separated her room from Odette’s, and loudly demanding that she ‘stop tormenting that poor fucking gorilla’.
It was while Odette was striking a particularly pugnacious, if silent, pose for the mirror that she became aware of shouting coming from the entrance of the tenement building, three floors below her attic room. It sounded like someone was in loud dispute with the building’s formidable concierge, Madame Blanc. Odette didn’t like disturbances: they were usually a precursor to the arrival of the Inquisition.
It’s a Purging!
Instinctively she knew that the Quizzies had come for her. The chances were that her landlord, the odious and odorous CitiZen Drumont, had shopped her. He was always snooping round when she was out, searching her room, looking for the rent she owed him. The bastard must have found the placards.
Realising that the conventional route out of the tenement – down the stairs – would now be blocked by the Quizzies, Odette slammed a heavy wooden bar across the door of her room, and then opened the window that gave out onto the roof. Confident that her room was as secure as she could make it, and that she had an escape route, she hauled the two huge Ordnance revolvers out from w
here she had hidden them, wrapped in an oilskin, under a loose floorboard, and checked that they were loaded. Then she threw a cloak around her shoulders, blew out the oil lamp that was her room’s only illumination, and settled back in the darkness to wait – praying, as she did so, that it was some other bugger the Quizzies were after.
She didn’t have to wait long to discover that her prayers hadn’t been answered. Odette had barely got herself ready to repel intruders when she heard heavy boots pounding up the naked wooden staircase towards her room. As best she could judge, there were five of the bastards. She pressed her ear against the door, listening to the whispered instructions being given on the landing outside her miserable little room. Then a fist hammered on the door.
‘CitiZen Odette Aroca, I am Chief Inquisitor Donatien. I have here a lettre de cachet for your arrest. You are accused of being an UnVirtuous CitiZen, of being an enemy of the Revolution, and of being one of those most despicable and censorable creatures known as UnScrewed-Liberationists. Further, the charges against you state that, being an officer in that prohibited organisation, you did plot and connive in the execution of many treasonous and nefarious acts designed to endanger the quietude of the Medi, the Revolution, and the Rapprochement with the ForthRight. You have also been overheard engaging in calumny: to wit, expressing doubts regarding the parentage of Senior CitiZen Robespierre. I am therefore instructed to bring you before the Committee of Public Safety, so that you might answer to these charges, and thereafter be convicted and punished.’
Odette had no doubt about what being ‘punished’ would involve. The guillotine Robespierre had had set up in the Place de Grève had been chopping away with a vengeance for the last few weeks. Let the Quizzies arrest her and the chances were she wouldn’t have much use for her bonnet in the future.
‘Go fuck yourself,’ Odette shouted back, rummaging in her memory for some of the bits and pieces of UnScrewed rhetoric she’d picked up at the meetings she’d attended. ‘It is incumbent on all free-minded CitiZens to act in defence of Responsibility Six enshrined in the Quartier Chaud’s Charter of Responsibilities.’ Odette paused for breath, slightly amazed by her own pomposity. ‘This states that all CitiZens shall enjoy freedom of thought and conscience, and that CitiZens shall be able to openly express their opinions in public. By the arrest and incarceration of Sisters Jeanne Deroin and Aliénor d’Aquitaine, the Gang of Three has violated the tenets of ImPuritanism and has paved the way for the infiltration of UnFunDaMentalism into our beloved Quartier Chaud. UnFunDaMentalism is anathema to the inalienable Responsibilities of all CitiZens, these being enshrined in our Sector’s motto, namely Liberty, Equality and Fornication.’
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