The Elite Club

Counter-offensive

Chapter Three.

Some thousands of miles away in one of the fast developing economies in Africa, Solomon, the CEO of Global Africa Technologies, listened to the proceedings in his father's office. Both he and Pon were making notes as they listened, though miles apart.

For the last five years,he had worked hard to mitigate most of the Club's maniac, sadistic undertakings. Though brought up in a pseudo-christian, almost atheistic family,he had differed greatly with his father on matters faith that he had founded and established his own church which enjoyed global following. It was his firm belief in God and the humble understanding of the church members that helped the many catastrophies unleashed by his father and company. Now sitting in his office while the meeting on the other side was in recess,he fall into reminiscing over the events.

When he was ten years,he recalled one phone call his father had while teaching him chess. The caller was inquiring about the disbursement of some biological organisms they had developed.

"Inject those specimens ready for deployment", his father had responded.

"Consider it done,Sir".

"Dad, what are specimens?" he had asked his father.

"They are scientific samples for testing".

"Yes, but who are they?"

He had simply looked at him inquisitively and responded, "you are too young for the intricacies of life. You will one day understand why we say or do the things we do in order to survive the game of life".

It was not until five years later that the specimens his father had talked about were people who had been injected with a deadly communicable virus that was later named HIV. That they had made astronomic profits from the sale of their bogus ARVs was not in question. The worst scenario was the consequent intimidation and silencing of one unfortunate African who had developed some concortion that was allegedly said to be curative. Since then he had worked hard in disseminating information about preventive measures, among them being free distribution of condoms.

So prepared were they after the foregoing invented pandemic that they were always a step ahead of his father's mischievous inventions. The subsequent Ebola and SARS outbreak was forestalled because they not only invented the vaccines, but also the cure to the diseases. All these thanks to the faithful, God-fearing scientists affiliated to his church,plus the surveillance team which kept a 24/7 watch on his father's club.

The sterilization process through dubious vaccines and mosquitoes was a hard nut to c***k,thanks to the corrupt, gullible governments of the developing countries. Most of these were either intimidated or induced by questionable grants into forcing their citizens to accept these vaccines even when there was overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Of course, having had prior knowledge,he had advised his cohort against being vaccinated. The locations of the genetically modified mosquitoes was precipitated by pure, unadulterated greedy of Head of this State. Prior to the actual, stealth establishment of the labs, the motion whether to allow them or not had been tabled in parliament and all but few voted against it. The representatives of the Elite Club had then secretly approached the president with a twenty million dollars offer which he greedily accepted. The research lab had then been constructed in disguise and the mosquitoes bred and systematically released. However,it was some consolation that with the assistance of some operatives in that government,the lab was successfully razed down beyond recognition.

He was acutely aware that his father had been sponsoring several cloning and engineered reproductive experiments for a long time now, but it was painful to imagine that they were intended to replace natural reproduction and consequently eradicate the existing human population. How to resolve this was a pending matter with his scientists.

As he sat there listening to the proceedings of the meeting on the other end,he wondered whether it could be advisable to call Pon to bring him to speed about their progress on the personal identification microchips. He, however, decided to defer it until the end of the meeting to avoid missing on any vital information. He instead retreated into his memory bank and started retreiving the flare with which the chips had been received. The world had hitherto been brainwashed by the leading technologies into believing that the fast evolving world required a paperless economy.

Consequently, there was an urgent need to cut short the bearing of numerous papers such as the identification cards, credit cards, passports, driving licenses among many others by a harmless microchip implanted on a person's forehead or forearm. Indeed,most of the developed economies had embraced this while the third world were bullied into acceptance due to their poverty, but not without serious resistance. His team and church, having prior knowledge of the disguised deception,had initiated and fueled a worldwide resistance. Now, through the revelation of the on-going meeting, he realized that they were wrong on the intended meaning of the chips.

His faith, and church, had fought the application of the chips on the basis of biblical prophecies as postulated in Daniel and Revelations. In the books, they had allegedly learnt that the Antichrist would try to put the mark of his power, bearing number 666 on the foreheads or forearms of his followers. They had therefore come into conclusion that these chips were demonic and needed to be kept at bay from Christ's followers. They had subsequently held numerous worldwide interdenominational conferences to persuade people not to accept them. What loosened his stand was not the consequencial onslaught on his most vocal prelates,nor the open threats to his church members, but two incidents. The more incredible incident was the lukewarm response and downright acceptance by the mainstream denominations. While he had initially been flabbergasted by this betrayal,he had however been comforted by the fact that the Bible had forewarned of 'wolves in sheep's clothing'. The second incident arose from some spiritual illumination he received from a complete stranger who had popped into his office one morning.

The said stranger was a medium-sized,forty-eight year-old black man with sharp, penetrating eyes. He called himself Pan, just one word. Despite his socially amiable personality, not many people understood him. At least not pertaining to his faith,nor his life's philosophy. Many did not fathom why despite his academic excellence and colourful qualification in law,he was unemployed,nor practised his profession. Yet still, unknown to many was the fact that he had diversified his studies into various scientific fields, philosophy and theology. So versatile was he in these Studies till he reached his conclusion on life and its meaning. According to him, life was insurmountably indebted to its Creator for sustainability and purpose.

"Good morning,Mr Solomon", the stranger had said after getting into his office. Behind him, the secretary was panting due to running after him from the reception. Pan had simply asked whether Solomon was in his office and after the affirmative answer, he had headed to the office without bothering to respond to the secretary's question as to whether he had an appointment.

"Am really sorry,Sir", the secretary started to apologise. "He has no appointment, and I didn't allow him".

"Worse still,I don't even know him!" bellowed the boss.

" Foregive me for asking", the stranger had interjected,"must you know somebody before according him your precious time? Unfortunate as it may be,in my small world, it's vice versa. May I sit down, please?"

Solomon had softened his agitation, dismissed the secretary by waving her away while at the same time gesturing to the stranger to take a seat.

"Well,what do you want,Mr...." he had inquired of the intruder.

"Eh, straight to the point,no pleasantries? I prefer it that way. Call me Pan. The answer to your question isn't about what I want, but about what you want". He paused to hear Solomon's response, but when the latter just shrugged his shoulders,he continued.

"Anyway",he had said,assuming a serious tone,his gaze fixed on Solomon, "am not a frivolous, pompous person, nor am I in the habit of wasting people's precious time, especially yours. Am here because of your opposition to the microchips, and in extension, the wrath being meted on your church members arising from the innocuous, but erroneous interpretation of the biblical prophetic books. I would like..."

"Excuse me, how do you know that am opposed, and what church members are you talking about?" countered Solomon.

"Do yourself some justice and spare me the crap. Seemingly, you didn't hear my introduction. I have no interest in your opposition or otherwise,and am least interested in your church and its stance. To get to the point,am here to explain to you the meaning of the mark of the devil and what it entails, are we clear?"

"Ok,go on".

"Thanks. The number 666 representing the mark of the devil,and hence his name, is not a physical,or rather, tangible item. It should be noted that the Bible talks of a spiritual war between the principalities of light and darkness... simply put, between Christ and his followers versus Satan and his followers. The question is,how does one become the follower of either?

"It's been proven that the metaphysics of belief or faith is a matter of conscience/knowledge. Now, by scientific extrapolation, the forehead (cerebrum) is the repository of conscience/knowledge. The forearm is,by extension, interconnected to the cerebrum via a major nerve. Analogously,are you aware that the affirmation or acknowledgement of something is done by the rising of the right arm,or the nodding of the head?"

"Yes,yes. Go on, please".

"Good. All the religious doctrines and beliefs are directed towards one's conscience. The more appealing they become to the consumer,the more indoctrinated he becomes. In short, the consumer's conscience/knowledge becomes enslaved by the propagator of the doctrines. See where we're headed?"

"So, what you are saying is that the Antichrist will come up with his parallel doctrines to circumvent the true ones and that whoever accepts them,receives the mark of the devil?"

"Not in many words, but true to the core. So, unless there are other ulterior motives of the microchips,which am bound to believe there are,the religious angle has been cleared".

"Thanks a lot for this explicit exposition. Accept my apologies for the rude reception, but believe you me,these are abnormal circumstances as depicted by what is happening to my friends. I hope you understand what I mean?"

"I do. No need to apologise. Could have done the same. Now it's my turn to seek for some explanation. From my understanding, the chips are manufactured by your company and masterminded by your father. With all due respect,the fact that you are philosophically worlds apart with your old man notwithstanding,tell me, what's cooking?"

"Can't say much,at least not now. It's much more sinister and worse than I ever imagined. The horrendous events of the last few years... the aptly disguised biological warfare, the pretentious,inimical vaccinations....all point to a worst consipiracy against humanity. If you could indulge us,we could use your help, perhaps?"

"With pleasure, but first, you must let me in on what is happening".

He remembered that subsequent to this encounter, they had circumvented the wholesale application of these deadly chips on the unsuspecting masses, especially the team and most of their congregation. To evade the economic transactions related to the chips they developed alternative harmless forms. As the serialization of the chips was done from one and only company,Pon, the chief security,ensured that the alternatives got theirs. The team and adherent members were therefore insulated from economic discrimination.

Suddenly,he was brought back to present by the chiming of the miniature device in his ear, reminding him that the meeting on the other end had resumed.