Der Angst
24-10-2003, 13:36
The wind is mild, the sea looks lovely... a few seagulls high above in the lovely blue sky... a few white clouds can be seen, it`s a beautiful, romantic view...
Fishes seem to flourish in the water, they´re everywhere. Hundreds, thousands of them...
A shark, lonely, swims there, slowly. It obviously isn´t hungry, ignores the fishes all around him... fishes in many different colours, of many different sizes and species. They seem to dance in the water. The dance of life, a dance of beauty.
From far away, something comes near... a small wave, silvery glitter...
It´s fishes, hundreds, thousands of them.
A giant fishing net.
The fishes are captured. They try to flee, but fail. It´s just to big for them, to sophisticated. It´s a death trap meant to kill, meant to let nothing escape but what is meant to escape.
It is meant to be 100% efficient.
The shark fights, bites, tries to escape, but finally, it fails.
A small whale. It is captured as well. It fights, wants to be free again, to enjoy the freedom of the wide, the endless sea... but it fails, and, trapped in the net, trapped underwater, it finally suffocates.
Below the surface, perhaps 50 meter from the net, a submarine. A civil one.
A fishing one.
Slowly, the net is moved into the ship. Tons, hundreds, thousands of tons of fish are in it.
Not only fish.
Anything, from algaes to small whales, seems to be captured in it.
And it seems like it doesn`t make a difference what exactly it is...
Inside the ship, the prey is simply shredded and filled into containers.
Automated machines, not even semi- sentient ones, the automated maintenance of the ship, do it.
The ships crew, a single pilot, connected to the semi- sentient submarine.
He controls all processes of 'the hunt'.
It communicates with the other submarines of it`s fleet, coordinating the hunt, so that nothing escapes, nothing but what they want to escape, so that they will have a good hunt in the next year, too.
Worldwide, six fleets operate, every fleet contains 33 submarines. Fishing submarines.
Their prey is, simply, gigantic.
They take everything, whereever they can get it.
However, they have orders. Only 90% of the biomass in a targeted region (which are all in international sea) is to be extracted.
10% have to stay, to guarantee that there will be something to hunt in the next year as well. Something to keep the process of extraction alive.
Still, whereever the fleets operate, the ocean looks like it had been cleaned. Cleaned from life. Cleaned from everything, so that only pure water remains. A dead, yet beautiful wasteland.
In DA, the prey has it`s use.
It`s not eaten, it`s a raw material.
The factories need it to produce vehicles, houses, nearly anything.
They feed it to their tech.
They feed it to their animals, which are their tech.
And the industry needs more, more, always more biomass...
The industry is always on the hunt, always searches for more, always wants to consume, to expand, to grow...
It needs more.
Always more.
And the seagulls watch the fleet, watch thee fishing nets. For them, it`s a good time. It´s not even hunting. It`s a dinner for them.
Served for them.
And the fishes, they don´t even know that they are caught by something that would best be explained by calling it
Kin.
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Edit: Seems like people tend to missunderstand: 90% of the targeted region. The regions are fairly small, while the oceans are fairly big.
Fishes seem to flourish in the water, they´re everywhere. Hundreds, thousands of them...
A shark, lonely, swims there, slowly. It obviously isn´t hungry, ignores the fishes all around him... fishes in many different colours, of many different sizes and species. They seem to dance in the water. The dance of life, a dance of beauty.
From far away, something comes near... a small wave, silvery glitter...
It´s fishes, hundreds, thousands of them.
A giant fishing net.
The fishes are captured. They try to flee, but fail. It´s just to big for them, to sophisticated. It´s a death trap meant to kill, meant to let nothing escape but what is meant to escape.
It is meant to be 100% efficient.
The shark fights, bites, tries to escape, but finally, it fails.
A small whale. It is captured as well. It fights, wants to be free again, to enjoy the freedom of the wide, the endless sea... but it fails, and, trapped in the net, trapped underwater, it finally suffocates.
Below the surface, perhaps 50 meter from the net, a submarine. A civil one.
A fishing one.
Slowly, the net is moved into the ship. Tons, hundreds, thousands of tons of fish are in it.
Not only fish.
Anything, from algaes to small whales, seems to be captured in it.
And it seems like it doesn`t make a difference what exactly it is...
Inside the ship, the prey is simply shredded and filled into containers.
Automated machines, not even semi- sentient ones, the automated maintenance of the ship, do it.
The ships crew, a single pilot, connected to the semi- sentient submarine.
He controls all processes of 'the hunt'.
It communicates with the other submarines of it`s fleet, coordinating the hunt, so that nothing escapes, nothing but what they want to escape, so that they will have a good hunt in the next year, too.
Worldwide, six fleets operate, every fleet contains 33 submarines. Fishing submarines.
Their prey is, simply, gigantic.
They take everything, whereever they can get it.
However, they have orders. Only 90% of the biomass in a targeted region (which are all in international sea) is to be extracted.
10% have to stay, to guarantee that there will be something to hunt in the next year as well. Something to keep the process of extraction alive.
Still, whereever the fleets operate, the ocean looks like it had been cleaned. Cleaned from life. Cleaned from everything, so that only pure water remains. A dead, yet beautiful wasteland.
In DA, the prey has it`s use.
It`s not eaten, it`s a raw material.
The factories need it to produce vehicles, houses, nearly anything.
They feed it to their tech.
They feed it to their animals, which are their tech.
And the industry needs more, more, always more biomass...
The industry is always on the hunt, always searches for more, always wants to consume, to expand, to grow...
It needs more.
Always more.
And the seagulls watch the fleet, watch thee fishing nets. For them, it`s a good time. It´s not even hunting. It`s a dinner for them.
Served for them.
And the fishes, they don´t even know that they are caught by something that would best be explained by calling it
Kin.
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Edit: Seems like people tend to missunderstand: 90% of the targeted region. The regions are fairly small, while the oceans are fairly big.