©️GeraldineBanks2025
A fictional story about what might have happened to our well respected British Broadcasting Corporation if it had gotten into the wrong hands.Any similarities to events or persons is completely coincidental as the author has used her imagination to envisage the outcomes of her characters actions.
Max sat back in his favourite leather chair in the smoking room of his Club.They called it a smoking room, but no one smoked anymore,the last one Max remembered was an old soak who used to drink like a fish smoked imported cigars from overseas,at least three a day and ended up dying painfully of cancer of the spleen, at a famous London Teaching Hospital, apparently he exploded on the operating table,made a hell of a mess.The surgeon in charge (who was also a Club member) had said that the operating theatre was closed for weeks and any staff present were having weekly tests for pathogens they may have been exposed to.
The talk in the Club had cured everyone of smoking and most drank moderately.Max smiled at the thought of the exploding cadaver, and then his thoughts turned to Marlena his wife. He smiled again, She was at home as usual, their two children, dutifully with their mother and studying hard for their up and coming exams.
The children would grow up wanting to be like him, not their mother. Still ,she was a good wife and he had no plans to divorce her and his days of chasing skirts or trousers depending on his mood were over.
He was close,so close to achieving his dream. The secret meeting he had had with his comrades the evening before had confirmed how much progress had been made. Operation Infectious Spider Bite was coming to a conclusion after twenty years.The poison was pulsing through the veins of Society and there was no known. anti-dote
Society was a rabid monster, and anyone who tried to control it would very soon find themselves dealing with those who had been disenfranchised and left without any hope of prosperity or a future.
And how indeed had it all happened and why was Max such a key figure.No one had at first taken him seriously, he was just a kid rooting around in the archives of The BBC.
It was when he started bringing old footage which he had stolen and suggesting it’s impact on the outcome of the War, that someone , he wasn’t sure who had “recruited” him and a whole new World opened up to him.
The meetings were always secretly held and no one knew any of the other attendees.They did however all speak traditional German,the only permitted language. It was known as “Higher or Pure German.” It was a matter of honour to not make any mistakes or address anyone incorrectly.It was a discipline Max appreciated.
His role had grown in importance over the years as it became obvious that Propaganda was a key resource and that Britain needed to be broken.
Max was in the perfect position to help with that.No one was in a rush, the process would take a long time , each step was a step forward.The BBC was a prize for the taking and would ensure there would be no repeat of the debacle of World War Two, indeed no ridiculous Lord Haw Haw, who everyone laughed at and no one believed.
The people would take everything seriously .The population in their desperation would be unable to laugh at anything anymore , themselves or ridiculous events and it could all be done by “programming” which Max was very good at.
Now that the end was so near, Max.looked back at what he had done and he was very pleased with himself
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