The Shop Window Country (eavesdropping in the desert)
“I have an idea”, flashed in Gizem’s mind. It was Yasis. Gizem woke up and sat up on his bed, concealed by the darkness of his vast bedroom. The lights on the terrace that overlooked the sea were shimmering softly outside the big glass window.
“Call an emergency meeting”, said the voice of Yasis in Gizem’s head.
“It’d better be something extraordinary, Yasis”, thought Gizem, addressing the sleep intruder. He shivered as a flight of breeze came through the half-open window.
Suddenly, his wife came in. She must have heard commotion in the room and decided to check on Gizem. Gizem switched off accessibility mode as she entered .
“Is everything all right?”, she asked, looking deeply and affectionately into Gizem’s eyes. It appeared as though she had been waiting this whole time in the living-room, ready to jump at the slightest opportunity to speak to Gizem.
“Yes, sweetheart, everything is fine. Go back to sleep”, said the latter.
As his wife silently left, Gizem stood up, closed the window, made sure the door was locked and sank in the big soft chair by the fireplace. They lived almost by the equator and barely needed a fireplace, but he had had this passion for fireplaces since… forever.
Gizem assumed a comfortable position, closed his eyes, switched on accessibility mode and sent the message, giving it his entire focus, “Yasis calling emergency meeting”.
“A security leak?”, flashed the immediate response from Feslan.
“No, I have an idea”, said Yasis, barely concealing his excitement.
“An idea? It has to be something extraordinary”, joined in Anta.
“Where is Guy?” asked Mossac who was almost the last to appear.
“He is off”, said Feslan, “Must be at school”.
They would normally get born one after another, so that at least some of them were adults at all times, should direct inteference with the events be required.
As the other five council members were exchanging their silent messages, Guy stood up quietly and left Mrs. Berkowitz’s class. She glances over at him, but said nothing. He didn’t have to ask for permission. In the bathroom, Guy walked past two schoolboys, who were puffing on a half-finished cigarette, looking over their shoulders every second.
“Good”, flashed in Guy’s mind. He locked himself inside a neat toilet cabin and closed his eyes.
“Guy’s here”, said Feslan, who was in the habit of articulating things at meetings for clarification. The others did not mind.
“Yasis has an idea”, repeated Gizem, as he was the chairman. “Please”.
“We need a shop window state”, began Yasis. “The one that would be envied by all other states”.
He felt a spark of understanding rush through the minds of other council members.
“This,” continued Yasis, “would create a stable conflict of interests, because one group will want to preserve its spot in the shop window, while the other group will want to oust the first group out”.
“Well worth an emergency meeting!” cried Anta.
“But different groups need different drives”, noted Gizem, “How are you going to make them all want to be in the shop window?”
“It will be based on the most basic drives, understandible to anyone”, continued Yasis, “Food, sex, material well-being. Once others learn there is a place where these are in abundance, they’d want to go there. Besides, we’ll organize the export of values from the shop window to all other countries. The infrastructure allows us to do that today.”
“Easy!”, thrilled Guy. Everybody’s excitement was quite palpable.
“The only concern we’ll have is to keep the shop window always nice and shiny”, said Gizem, “What is your plan?”
“To play with money and resources”, replied Yasis. “The shop window will have a spoof of a financial system. It will be based on thin air, so, money will be easy to come by. Well, provided that resources come cheap for that sector”.
“Will this not increase revolt risks among other countries?”, asked Feslan.
“No, because positive drives, no matter how simple, tend to be stronger than negative ones”, said Yasis. “Remember how we replaced slavery with money?”
“Ah, yes”, agreed Feslan.
“And”, continued Yasis, “Our shop window sector does not have to be happy, as long as it APPEARS to be happy to other sectors”
“Brilliant”, concluded Gizem, “In favor of your plan, Yasis. We should have no problem. As experince shows, those with a full plate normally do not feel for those with an empty one. That should work”.
“We can also convince the shop window sector that life is horrible in other sectors, just to be on the safe side”, said Anta thoughtfully.
“Good”, said Gizem. “But at least two of us should be physically present there. The stakes are too high.”
“I can go there”, volunteered Guy, “I’m pretty mobile now”.
“Me, too”, said Anta, who was in the body of a one-year-old and for whom it was easy to relocate. “By the time you prepare everything, me and Guy should be there”.
“All right, then. Does anyone have objections to any part of the plan?”, asked Gizem. No one responded, which was the sign of agreement.
“One last thing. Where exactly will this sector be?”, continued Gizem.
“It will be better if others don’t know much about the place”, said Yasis. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Again, silence marked their accord.
“Paradise, lost and found”, joked Feslan, who was at times keen on using more words than was necessary.
“I suggest we test the model in our minds until we meet again”, said Gizem. “Perhaps there will be things that need to be improved”.
No one had anything else to say, and the prolonged pause marked the end of their meeting.
Just slightly tired, Gizem stood up and walked up to the window. He half-opened it again, and stared the star-studded Universe in the eye. He was in inaccessibility mode.
“What do You say now?”, he thought.
The sound of the waves was the only answer he got.