Rod Rees - The Demi-Monde - Winter

‘Who’s in charge there?’ Ella asked.

‘Maximilien Robespierre, the guy who ran the French Revolution, aided and abetted by a Singularity called Tomas de Torquemada who, when he was alive, was head of the Inquisition and tortured people on behalf of the Catholic Church. But the real power in the Quartier is in the hands of the Doge of Venice, Catherine-Sophia, who seems to be giving our Singularities a run for their money. There’s been something of a schism in the Quartier Chaud of late: for some reason Venice and the rest of the Quartier Chaud are at each other’s throats.’

‘Not a holiday destination then,’ observed Ella drily.

‘Well, funnily, for the sexually liberated, it is. The ImPuritans have a pretty free-and-easy attitude and as almost anything goes in the Quartier… well, it did until…’

There was a cough from the General, who obviously thought there wasn’t any need for the Captain to elaborate. ‘Moving on. The fourth Sector is NoirVille: the population here is mostly a mix of Arabs and Africans. The religion followed in this Sector is HimPerialism and the language Arabic.’

‘HimPerialism?’

‘Yes, it’s a religion based on male supremacy and the subjugation of women… terribly misogynistic, I’m afraid to say.’ He ignored the look of disgust on Ella’s face. ‘We believe this developed because the gender mix in NoirVille is skewed towards men: NoirVillian men outnumber NoirVillian women by two to one. There are some very strong characters in this Sector. Shaka Zulu…’ He paused. ‘Have you ever heard of him, Miss Thomas?’

Ella shook her head.

‘He was the man who created the Zulu nation at the back end of the eighteenth century. A remarkable man. It is his HimPis – his regiments – who have taken control of the black market in blood.’

‘Blood?’

‘We’ll come to that in a moment, Miss Thomas. NoirVille is also home for the WhoDoo religious cult, which the sociologists studying the Demi-Monde have been getting a real kick out of. They’re into…’

Another cough from the General. The guy must be consumptive.

‘The last Sector…’ said the Captain hurriedly.

‘Lemme guess,’ said Ella, ‘we ain’t gonna be meeting Benny the Bouncy Bunny in this next place, are we?’

‘I’m afraid not. The fifth Sector is the Coven. The Coven is largely Sino-Japanese, with the gender mix skewed in favour of females. The religion of the Coven is called HerEticalism, which teaches that peace and prosperity will only come to the DemiMonde when men accept a subordinate position to females within society.’

‘Sounds sensible to me.’

The Captain ignored Ella’s aside. ‘Unfortunately this feminist bias has been taken to extremes: the Coven is a virulently anti-male Sector and avowedly pro-lesbian. As you might appreciate, HerEticalism is the antipode to HimPerialism: the two hate each other. HerEticalism has spawned a radically feminist terror wing called Suffer-O-Gettism – or to give it its full title, Make-Men-Suffer-O-Gettism – which is dedicated to the use of violence to achieve the triumph of women in the Demi-Monde. Funnily enough, despite this vehement gender bias, the Coven, under the tutelage of the Empress Wu – a very strong-willed woman and the only woman ever to be Emperor of China – has become a hotbed of radical thought. Most of the more unorthodox thinkers in the Demi-Monde have made the Coven their home, Karl Marx being one of them.’ The Captain clicked off his laser-pen. ‘And that, Miss Thomas, concludes my ten-cent tour of the Demi-Monde.’

‘You’ve forgotten the nuJus, Captain,’ the Professor observed. ‘On top of the various peoples that the Captain has described we also introduced some nuJu seasoning into the racial pot.’

‘Ah yes, how could I forget the nuJus? The Professor is quite correct, there is a quasi-Jewish element in the Demi-Monde – the nuJus – representing a sixth of the total population and spread evenly over each of the five Sectors.’

I wonder what else the Captain has forgotten.

‘But why did you set the Demi-Monde up like this?’ asked Ella. ‘It seems like a recipe for chaos.’

‘That was exactly the point, Miss Thomas,’ answered the Captain. ‘The Demi-Monde was designed to mirror the often divided demographics and religions of the populations and the enemies our forces meet in Asymmetric Warfare Environments. Oh, these disharmonics might have been taken to extremes when we were structuring the Demi-Monde, but remember we wanted the Demi-Monde to be an unstable and violence-prone world. And that’s why we seeded four Singularities into each Sector: these are the type of individuals with the potential to provide the aberrational leadership necessary to ensure that the Sectors are continually fighting one another. The last thing we wanted was peace breaking out in the Demi-Monde. In short, Miss Thomas, the Demi-Monde is the most extreme and the most pernicious of dystopias.’

‘A hell on earth,’ observed Ella as the Captain reclaimed his seat.

‘Exactly,’ agreed the General, ‘and that’s where we want you to go, Miss Thomas. We want you to go to hell.’

The Demi-Monde: 40th Day of Winter, 1004

HimPerialism is a religion, widely practised in NoirVille – or NoirVile, as it is sometimes called – based on male supremacy and the subjugation of women (or, as they are known in NoirVille, woeMen). The fundamental HimPerialistic belief is that Men have been ordained by ABBA to Lead and to Control the Demi-Monde and that woeMen’s role is to be Mute, Invisible, Supine and Subservient (the concept of subMISSiveness). Further, HimPerialism teaches that an individual’s Machismo may be enhanced by the exchange of bodily essences – a practice known as going Man ^2 naM – which has led to the vile and unnatural sexual practices for which NoirVilians are rightly condemned in the eyes of ABBA and of right-thinking people throughout the Demi-Monde. HimPerialism has a more aggressive brother-religion known as HimPeril which espouses violence as the only means of securing the triumph of HimPerialism in the Demi-Monde.

– Religions of the Demi-Monde: Otto Weininger, University of Berlin Publications

Beria’s interpretation of what constituted an unobtrusive guarding of the Daemon whilst it was kept at Dashwood Manor was totally different from Trixie’s father’s understanding of the word. But then, mused Trixie, as she watched the fifty-strong Checkya detachment arrive that afternoon, Beria wasn’t famous for being ‘unobtrusive’. The Checkya troops, assisted by a gang of slave labourers, had rapidly and efficiently turned Dashwood Manor from a home into a prison. Every window in the rooms the Daemon would occupy was equipped with bars, and the locks on every external door were changed and substituted for ones that were considerably more formidable.

The Dashwood family were forced to endure five hours of frenzied hammering and bashing. Indeed such was the chaos and the vast amount of mud that was tramped so uncaringly into her prized Coven-made carpets that Trixie’s governess retreated to her room in a flood of hysterics. It was as well she did: what Trixie saw the Checkya doing to the Manor’s front gardens was enough to reduce anyone to tears. Obviously fearful that the house would be subject to a full-scale assault – by whom, Trixie had no idea – the silent mob of navvies dug and delved, burrowed and banged until a labyrinth of trenches, pill-boxes and barbed-wire entanglements surrounded the house. The lawn where Trixie played croquet in the Summer was no more: in its place was an implacable military emplacement.

The Commander of the SS-Ordo Templi Aryanis, Colonel Archie Clement, came to inspect the works in the late afternoon, but whilst Dabrowski had been polite enough – and had the grace to look mildly embarrassed when introduced to Trixie – Archie Clement was not. Clement, Trixie decided, was a thoroughly disagreeable and disgusting piece of work. But then, what more could you expect from a Yank?