Andy Semple: April 2012

The Elites’ grand plan is finally exposed:

A top scientific academy on Thursday called on June’s Rio Summit to tackle population growth and voracious consumption that are placing Earth’s resources under intolerable strain.

“The 21st century is a critical period for people and the planet,” the Royal Society, the world’s oldest science academy, said in a report ahead of the June 20-22 UN gathering.

Demography, it said, can no longer be sidelined or treated as separate from the environment or the economy.

The progressive solution is for massive international wealth redistribution.

The problem is of course, it’s the second and third world that are breeding like rabbits.

Or we could end up with mad-man releasing a deadly nanotech virus as the “solution” to reduce the world’s population as graphically described in my second fictional novel, EDEN PRIME:

From Chapter 67 - EDEN PRIME

Flanked by two mean looking bodyguards, Dr. Vaas stepped out into the open air for the first time in almost a week. For a moment the small, elderly man stood rooted to the earth, blinking, briefly dazzled by the sight of the early morning sun. A cool easterly breeze ruffled through the thin wisps of grey hair on his head.

“If you please, Sir,” one of the bodyguards murmured politely, offering him a pair of sunglasses, “They’re ready for us now, the first of the larger UAV’s prototypes is on final approach.”

Dr. Ajantha Vaas nodded calmly. He took the glasses and put them on. Behind him, the massive door slid shut, again sealing the main corridor that led to the Centre’s living quarters, control centre, administrative offices, and ultimately to the nanomachine production facility hidden deep within the huge building. From the outside, and also from the air, the whole complex appeared to be nothing more than a metal-roofed concrete building. Its intricate systems of chemical storage and piping, air locks, concentric layers of ever more rigidly maintained clean rooms, and elaborate banks of networked supercomputers were completely camouflaged by the outward appearance of a neat and tidy commercial office building.

Paced by his bodyguards, Dr. Vaas marched down a gravel path and onto the edge of the tarmac, part of the concrete runway that stretched both north and south for just under two thousand metres. Well camouflaged aircraft hangars and aviation fuel tanks were visible at either end of the tarmac. A tall metal fence, topped by coils of razor wire, surrounded the hidden airfield and its associated buildings. The western and eastern horizons were an unbroken vista of greenery.

He stopped near a small knot of white-coated engineers and scientists, all of whom were eagerly scanning the northern horizon.

“Soon,” one of them told the others, consulting his watch. He turned his head, checking the position of the sun through eyes narrowed against the glare. “The UAV’s solar power system is functioning perfectly, and the onboard fuel cells have finished cycling into standby mode.”

“There it is!” another said excitedly, pointing north. A thin dark line, at first barely visible against the clear blue sky, suddenly appeared there – growing steadily as it slowly descended toward the runway.

Dr. Vaas watched intently as the strange looking aerial vehicle, code-named RAPTOR by its designers, drew nearer. It was a large flying-wing aircraft, without a fuselage or a tail, but with a wingspan larger than that of a Learjet. Four small tri-bladed propellers mounted along the length of the large wing whirred almost noiselessly, pulling it through the air at less than sixty kilometres an hour. As the aircraft banked slightly, to line up with the runway, the twenty thousand solar cells installed on its thin upper surface shimmered brightly in the morning sun.

Footsteps crunched softly across the tarmac behind him. Vaas stayed motionless, watching the large unmanned aircraft drift lower still as it came in for landing. For the first time, the engineering specifications and drawings that he had studied took shape in his mind.

Modeled on the prototypes first flown by the US Air Force, RAPTOR was an ultra-light all-wing unmanned aircraft constructed from radar-absorbent composite materials – namely Kevlar and Nomex wraps, carbon fibre, graphite epoxy and advanced plastics. Even with a full payload it weighed less than three thousand kilograms. It could reach altitudes of nearly eighty thousand feet and stay aloft under its own power for weeks at a time, easily spanning whole continents and oceans. Four underwing aerodynamic pods carried its flight control computers, data instrumentation, backup fuel-cell systems for night flying, and the attachment points for the cylinders that would contain its sinister LILITH payload.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” an all too familiar voice said quietly in his ear. “So large, and yet so graceful, and so delicate. Surely you can see that RAPTOR is more a wisp of cloud blown by the breath of the gods than it is a creation of devilish man.”

Dr. Vaas nodded gravely. “That is so. In itself, this device is beautiful.” Discontentedly, he turned to face the man standing close behind him. “But your evil purposes pervert it, as they do to all the things you touch...Prime.”

“Come now Doctor, aren’t you being just a little bit pedantic?” Carson Craven questioned whilst smiling tightly. “Everything that I have done, has been done in order to achieve our common goals, our shared dreams.”

The Dr. Vaas shook his head forcefully. “Our goals are not the same. Instead you have now made LILITH into a plague of death. For all your noble words, you are nothing more than a sociopathic mass murder!”

Craven replied coldly. “Don’t be a hypocrite Doctor. You accepted the consequences of your creation the moment you invented it. I will do what must be done. The true threat to the world is the human race itself.” He shrugged. “You’ve always known, in your heart, that I am right. You told me so yourself, imagine seven billion greedy, grasping, violent animals roaming this one small fragile planet. You said to me, and I quote, ‘they are as dangerous to the Earth as cancer is to the body.’ I happen to agree with you, the world cannot sustain such a heavy burden any longer and now I happen to be in a position to do something actually about it. Our environment is slowly dying and that is why, like just a cancer, the worst of mankind must be eliminated – No matter how painful and unpleasant the task will be.”

“By using my creation, and my nanomachines,” Vaas replied harshly.

Craven nodded. “Imagine RAPTOR, and dozens more like it, gliding high above the Earth – silent and almost entirely invisible to radar. From them will fall a gentle rain, drops so small that they too will go unnoticed...at least until it is far too late.”

“Where?” Vaas asked.

Craven grinned. “First? RAPTOR and its kin will fly to America, a country that is soulless and corrupt. It must be destroyed to make way for the new world order that will to come. Europe, another source of emerging materialist contagion, will be next. Then your LILITH nanomachines will finally cleanse Africa and the Middle East once and for all. Those cesspools of terror, disease, starvation, cruelty, and religious fanaticism will finally be wiped out. South America, India and China all bloated and displaying nothing but ignorance towards our environments pending peril must also be humbled.”

“And how many people will die before you are finished?” the doctor whispered.

Craven shrugged. “Four billion? Maybe five billion?” he suggested. “Who can say exactly? But those who are left alive will soon begin to understand the value of the gift that they have been given – a world whose balance has been restored. A world whose wildlife, resources and infrastructure have all been left perfectly intact - undamaged by the madness of war and all-consuming greed.”

For a long moment Vaas could only stare at Craven, the man also known as Prime. He reluctantly nodded his head in agreement before turning to his bodyguards. “Take me back to my lab, please” he said softly, “I’ve seen enough.”

Craven nodded tightly to the two poker-faced men. “Do as Dr. Vaas asks,” he said icily. Then he stepped back and stood in silence, as he watched the Doctor walk away.

Halting the world’s rocketing population growth is the key to solving the global warming issue – a solution that has so far been ignored or overlooked by the leading climate change advocates, Craven thought to himself.

The United Nations forecast of a global population of more than nine billion people by 2050 would spell disaster for the world’s ecology.

None of the Government commissioned reviews – such as the Stern Report in Britain or Australia’s own Garnaut report – had even mentioned the word ‘population’. Even the film from former US Vice-President, Al Gore, An Inconvenient Truth, failed to focus on the dangers posed by unsustainable population growth. For Craven, global warming was a direct result of human activity. The more people there are, the worse the effects of global warming will be. Craven realised that he would have to do everything in his power to control or reverse human population growth.

After discovering Dr. Vaas’ unique scientific advances in nanotechnology, the head of the Claymore Group had worked almost day and night to make his vision of a cleaner, less crowded, and more peaceful world a reality. It had actually been easier than he initially thought it would be to convince Sutirto of the merits of the LILITH weapons program. Appealing to Sutirto’s thirst for conquest provided him with necessary funds to build and staff this hidden nanotechnology lab without drawing unwelcome attention from anyone else.

Next had come the intricate task of subverting the Eden Movement, of bending the loose organisation slowly and inexorably to his own will. The Eden Movement leaders who had opposed him had been pushed aside or killed, usually by one of his disciples, the trio of assassins whose training he had financed. Every unexplained death had acted as a trigger for even further radicalism by those who were left alive. Arranging the mysterious disappearances of the Eden Movements nine original leaders had been comparative child’s play.

Once that had been accomplished, Craven had been free to gather the reins of a frightened and confused Eden Movement into his own hands. Best of all though, the AFP’s investigation into the disappearance of the original leaders had brought him into contact with Emma Hitchens, and with that, the last piece of Craven’s plan had fallen rapidly into place.

Craven laughed coldly and quietly, remembering the ease with which he had conned Deputy Commissioner Emma Hitchens and through her, others within Australia’s intelligence services – playing to their paranoid fears of terrorism. By feeding them increasingly more damaging information about the Eden Movement, he had manipulated Hitchens and her associates into launching their own foolish and illegal war. From that day forward, all events had been managed according to his master plan.

The results spoke for themselves. The world’s population was growing increasingly terrified and was hunting for scapegoats. The competitors in the nanotechnology space were helpless, buried now by an avalanche of new government restrictions on their research. The Eden Movement was growing stronger and more violent. And now, Australia’s spy services had been rendered helpless by scandal and corrosive suspicion. By the time the first murderous rain of nanomachines fell on Los Angeles, New York and Washington D.C, it would be impossible for anyone to uncover the terrible truth.

Carson Craven smiled to himself. After all, he thought savagely, how better to win the ultimate game than to play both sides at once?

Make no mistake; there are plenty of radical ecotards out there in the real world who would welcome the demise of the human race.

“I see no solution to our ruination of Earth except for a drastic reduction of the human population.”

- Mr. David Foreman, Earth First! April 30, 1990

"They [natural things] have intrinsic value, more value - to me - than another human body, or a billion of them. Human happiness, and certainly human fecundity, are not as important as a wild and healthy planet. Somewhere along the line - about a billion years ago - we quit the contract and became a cancer. We have become a plague upon ourselves and upon the Earth. Until such time as Homo Sapiens should decide to rejoin nature, some of us can only hope for the right virus to come along."

- Biologist Dr. David Graber (U.S. National Park Service), 22 October 1989

"Isn't the only hope for the planet that the industrialized nations collapse? Isn't it our responsibility to bring that about?"

- Mr. Maurice Strong, head of the 1992 Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro and until recently, Executive Officer for Reform in the U.N. Secretary General's office, 1 September 1997

‘Ms. Sandra Kanck, from Sustainable Population Australia said that it is critical that the world keeps CO2emissions below 450 ppm or below 2oC warming.’

"Once we go above that we will experience positive feedbacks such as release of methane from the tundra and loss of albedo as ice melts in the Arctic. Yet if we continue with business-as-usual, and that includes continued population growth, we will head for the higher end of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change's projections of six degrees or more.

That will ensure the end of civilisation as we know it."

- Ms. Sandra Kanck, Sustainable Population Australia, 21 April 2009

I just hope the narrative from my fictional novel never plays out in reality.

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In 2006, in an article in the U.K.’s Independent newspaper, it was written that “before this century is over billions of us will die and the few breeding pairs of people that survive will be in the Arctic where the climate remains tolerable.”

That doomsday quote is from Eco-Jedi Master James Lovelock, the inventor of the Gaia “hypothesis” and therefore the high priest of the world's most powerful modern day religion – and he has finally come clean and admitted that he got it wrong in his doomsday predictions about "Climate Change."

He admitted in a telephone interview with msnbc.com that he now thinks he had been “extrapolating too far" – no shit Sherlock.

Don’t hold your breath on Al “Planet Eater” Gore or Tim “I live on the Hawkesbury” Flannery ever having the ticker to admit their alarmist AGW BULLSHIT!

The Australian’s Editorial about Lovelock’s climate hype is well worth reading also.

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