The spread of a new virus took over almost the entire planet. With Europe as one of its epicentres, closing the borders seemed at first an unavoidable measure. And indeed it was, for said virus spread globally due to the transit of wealthy people, most of them based here. Yet, it soon became the perfect excuse to implement even more forms of border control, as well as forms of social persecution towards migrants across the whole continent.
Everyone who crossed a border without official permission or who helped someone do so was immediately prosecuted as a bioterrorist. The checkpoints multiplied as they became more and more regulated by biological forms of control. To carry a government-issued ID wasn’t enough to move across the city, and a passport would only allow you to leave a determined country if it was accompanied by the new Immunity Card containing information about the citizen and their entire family unit’s health conditions.
Social isolation – a well-known condition for most of the migrants living on the continent - provided the perfect momentum for Frontex to strike against The Community. One by one, our safe houses and secret locations were re-occupied, our members were arrested, and the communities we supported became easy prey to the dystopian investments of the new Global Bio-Necropolitical Regime of Exception.
When they caught me, somewhen in 2025, we were no more than a few. Our only activity in Europe was related to our survival. Frontex was closing the fence on us, especially after they got intel on our ‘telepathic army’. There was no telepathic army for we never presented ourselves as soldiers, but it never mattered because when they began their hunt, we deeply wished there was an army of us and not just Elsi, Khalil and I.
I sensed a pulse.
I was trying to meditate in a pile of rocks of an old, ruined city scene when it became clear to me. It was very inconsistent, but I could feel it. I can't explain with words the way it felt though. It wasn’t a sound and there was no image. It was more like a sensation or something that you can only acknowledge without a method. Something you perceive without being able to grasp.
It might be a trap, but it could also be a blind spot in their programme. I wandered around looking for it, trying to identify whether it belonged to that specific location or not.
There was nothing there to be found. The pulse wasn’t getting weaker or stronger. I wasn’t getting farther or closer. It was simply there, with me.
I had to control my desire to think about that. I wanted to speculate. There were so many questions waiting to be raised, so many considerations and hypotheses waiting to be made. But to think while my brain was under surveillance was a stupid risk. If this thing was a blind spot of theirs, it would be covered the very moment I think about it; and if it was a trap for me, I would certainly be giving them my entire knowledge by thinking about it under their gaze.
There was something about that pulse that was asking me to be patient.
And so I let it remain unthought.
The End As Interlude, Episode 2: Energy Bending
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