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out.”
    “Thank you Mr.
Boone.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    Maurice turned back to the
crowd and joined in their chants, his fist pumping the air. The
strains of ‘Out! Out! Out! Out! Sort this bloody mess out!’ were so
loud that even the starlings were giving Parliament Square a wide
birth that afternoon. Aarika and her cameraman walked briskly back
to their car. She chided Peter for his slowness, ignoring the fact
that he was carrying all the heavy equipment and all she was
carrying was the microphone.
    “ Come on Peter, get a
move on. I don’t want to get caught up in things if the protest
turns ugly. Although I agree with the protesters, I do have a job and I mean to live to keep
it.”

Chapter 7
    6 a.m. Friday,
11th May, 2040
    The final count was over. The
voting had closed seven hours earlier and, thanks to the new and
streamlined internet voting system, the whole of the United Kingdom
was waking up to a new government. The Order of New Perfectibilists had achieved a landslide victory. The
Conservative, Labour, and Social Democratic parties had all failed
to offer a meaningful solution to the recession and had allowed a
young whippersnapper of a party – the ONP – to sweep past them and
take control of the country. The voters had been swayed by the
rapid influx of investment that had suddenly been created in the name of the ONP ,
not worrying about where the money had actually come from. All that
the voters knew was that it wasn’t coming out of their pockets,
that they were not expected to fund the investments. It certainly
wasn’t coming from the previous government; the
condition of the N ational H ealth S ervice was still worsening and public funding cuts were still
prevalent.
    The majority of the British public thought that the official name of this new
party, The Order of New Perfectibilists, was a pretty stupid name
but if they could return some kind of decent living standards to
Britain then who cares what they call themselves. Anyway, the name
was always abbreviated to the ONP ,
which rolled off the tongue quite nicely.
    This scene was being repeated in most democratic countries around the
world. The recession was causing elections to be held even before
the incumbent government was due to go to the polls. Those
governments thought that they were looking for a vote of
confidence, an opportunity to extend their mandates by a number of
years, allowing them to try to rectify their
countries ' problems. But, like a leopard stalking its
prey, the ONP had sprung out of nowhere and seduced
the electorates with remedial measures that not only would not take
money from the voters’ pockets but also offer them a way to
increase each voter’s income. T he ONP,
unbeknown to the majority of people, was funded by the obscenely
wealthy Illuminati and had no need to demand funds from the general
public in order to achieve its political ambitions; it had
accumulated enormous wealth since the end of the eighteenth
century.
    By 2050, the events of 2015,
the Revelation, were becoming a distant memory but the consequences
had been felt far and wide across the planet. Those that had once
been the strongest and most steadfast of the world’s
religions were suffering, with followers
abandoning them in their millions to ally themselves to a something
that wasn’t so much a religion as an ideology. With the existence
of reincarnation scientifically prove n ,
millions of people doubted their religious faith. If their
scriptures, be they the Bible, the Quran, the Torah or any other
could have misled them about reincarnation, then what else had they
been told that was wrong? By 2025 large swathes of the world’s
population had become disciples of a new movement, known simply as
‘The Truth’. The Truth didn’t have any of the trappings of
conventional religions. It had no churches, it had no priests, and
it had no ceremonies. It didn’t require worship and blind obedience
to an invisible god. It didn’t overtly