theOutpost #1

The Marketplace
     The market keeps theCellulose from the populations of the world and, secretly, distributes to wooden warehouses, the ones owned by millions of the childfree analog villager entities(C.A.V.E.) on XContinent. So, the marketplace algorithm masking all(M.A.M.A) thinks, they would want to hoard the DNA; well ok, with the further idea of presenting, as if stockpiling were the next step in the government regime entity quest underwriting instigations regressing enterprise(R.E.Q.U.I.R.E.), the mandate that, someday, will separate order from unrest.This is the way the XContinent Regime will address protest in its own global streets, economically and statistically, the manner in which they will regulate, hiding vast stores of DNA product in hamlets; placed in such obscurity, they will not remember they even exist. In the decades leading up to these times, they preferred the subject of DNA remain a constant subject of rumor in the business of import and export. theHumans producing consuming and, yes, trying to trade demand too much of theMarketplace algorithm and, presently, they, the entire population of XContinent got their due for simply wanting too much. Why does the human tendency to speculate and hoard necessisarily expect prices (money coming in?) to increase? The early, individualism, settlers of  ZContinent didn't seem to have this problem. How can a simple idea of later 20thCentury, collective bargaining have been so mean and greedy with the general populations; to create short term profit by virtual short term shortages--to want so much money and, thus it seems, attention, or worse, admiration? People should know how a concept as simple as marketplace, should work, and that, keeping information from the marketplace that responds (really?) to 25 million DNA farmers--the lack of information--becomes the source of even more rumors and, yes, more speculation, as if a wild animal running loose. It seems, as DNA production data remains unpublished, the symbol of a brewing commodity inflates. "Let's see the import and export data and, for now, there is damage to the computer system for the very simple reason of....what?
     How much of the potential rise in prices is driven by worries the world is running short of DNA, if anyone can even measure the shortage; if they'd only stored the cellulose in better warehouses, tried to prevent the floods and fires (how?), not gotten involved the idea of strategic reserve, or data on inputs of goods and services.  Couldn't they have unleashed something else, all at once, besides DNA hoarding? It is highly possible to think of DNA being stashed throughout the world (through a Continental Trading Company?) or anything, creating a tighter market as production falls and demand increases. Think of ZContinebnt with its own artificial short supply; even as a wide investigation with little ability to gather DNA intelligence, various planting directors overseeing planting algorithms(D.O.P.E.) overviews production operations on thousands of islands. Smaller output and higher costs cause even more uncertainty and, swings in theMarketplace promote an outcry for government DNA produces and users from around the world. Suppliers could have, governments think, gone the other way. DNA, the most volatile of all exchange traded commodities, enters its own vicious cycle of accumulation and (market share?) health risk. It only waits to explode.

The Memory
     And then, there is the feeling of doing what you please. It is possible there is something about memory and how things should have been. Possibly, a single idea (a meme?) in different iterations, causing everything to build and unravel so fast. Yes, group think (collective bargaining?) is the perfect ploy for a municipality to game-entice the system(G.E.T.S.). True, people had held their own, bringing individual wants, one by one, to the meetings, of course, no one knowing (or later would remember) the exact moment of deterioration. TheHumans had inadvertently set in motion the growth laser activating mobility online underlying regression(G.L.A.M.O.U.R.)), though no one recognized it as that. Their individual, disciplined thinking had begun to wane already by then, wanting and be given money as a source of happiness; they had resisted any urge to just move along; instead the greedy connective would simply elect a new mayor every year, moving toward a more costly and restrictive retiree enabled liability advanced planning system enforcer(R.E.L.A.P.S.E.), long enough for workers to begin to sense the huge, slowly at first, raising of taxes(R.O.T.) and cutting of service tempo(C.O.S.T.). They'd subscribed to some fancy pension plan duly administered by, at first, small financial institutions with the highly recognizable name, one of the Founding Fathers, or such. In the ensuing years, they'd have the state intervene, and put the whole town in receivership, with bankruptcy documents laying unsigned in the Central Square Courthouse, even to this day, where it stays, seemingly forever; while people, (or should I say the individualists) got in their cars and drove out of town, not to return, possibly forever.
     They came in so many, seemingly endless, numbers in the beginning that the rise of the immigrant community seemed almost inevitable. It never felt so difficult to survive living in poverty, to pay public worker labor costs (that could swamp anyone's budget). Sure, they enjoy their Mom and Pop Shops, at least the ones left behind--it was the retirees receiving 50% of their final years salary that caused receivers and judges, seemingly, all across the continent to fix the finances. It could be another example, and quite possibly so, that the towns have literally become virtual, existing only in the mainframes of giant computer server networks inside architectures (strewn?) across old cow pastures left over from the shrinking herds of early 21stCentury: sliding across the boundaries of doing what they please, and a more structured, continual, honest, propping up of social protocol. It's as if the laws of probability and the laws of regression have simply merged into one all-consuming algorithm--there in those little towns at the near dawning of the 22ndCentury. The battle happened so fast--talkative nature of communism, giving all those noisy speeches and such, and the quiet solitude of simple logic, Einstein-like. True, the State has taken over the difficult task of running the schools (from afar?) and, the minimum staffing requirements of collective bargaining have gotten themselves outlawed, and yet, the police officers still run those little towns--retirees all--on their shiny minted, high paying, disability pension plans, in much the same way the homeless of the later 20thCentury pretended to be, well, homeless. You see, it seems now, property tax is all that's left to tax and, (remember those police retirees on their disability pension plans?) old cops patrol the schools now; the teachers, it seems, will not discipline their students, the few students who have chosen to remain in school. Still, the people fly the flag of their little towns, their memories they were once allowed to have (how could they have been taken away?) since youth, and never once wonder about those imaginary boundaries got crossed. They will simply want to stay there, with the memory.