Those pristine halls. Those crystal screens. Immaculate white. Housing brilliant minds, focused and direct, trained and ambitious. Cautious. Methodical. Scientific. But for all they have, the trillions in shadow investments, complete secrecy, absolute freedom, they lack a single person who they do not owe money who will say ‘no.’
From the patient rooms, tubes of blood flow along the wall. People sit slack, anaemic, in their cots. Suits watch with tired eyes. Guards watch the port into which all the tubes flow, locked behind a door that reads; Feeding Room.
Paddy Dobson
28th January 2021