A letter has been found in the home of Amelia Brimagem. The envelope is addressed…
My Best Intrepid Reporter,
The contents are torn, but continue…
See Doll, Zong and Blessing have a thing. A science thing. Its a protection thing. Not like the other protection thing. The one that Renshaw has going. Not like that asylum woman sniffing the Archorators hands. Freaky buttons. No: a real protection thing.
You know some people are disposable. Here one minute and – well you know about disappearing. Zong and Blessing have this thing. A way to be visible until the very end. See, the way I heard it was Zong has a formula and he forgot one half of the formula. Vamooshed. Vanished. But, heres the thing. He puts the half he forgot into Blessings noggin. Zong likes his insurance. Yo see where I’m going.
So Zong and Blessing both have half the notion for the hottest bughouse hop. Mezz that makes a whack of smelling colour, hearing light and tasting with your fingertips. You know what I’m sayin’. A notion for brewin’ something new for hopheads.
Now Tobias wants a cut of that. The Archorator expects a cut of that. Everybody wants a cut of that. Nobody gets a thing Without Zong and Blessing. Whoever wants: needs both of them. They are the Scientists.
Word from the wise: Zong and Blessed are boiling no cabbages together. You know what I’m saying? I don’t know beans about ships but I know there ain’t no jellyroll jiggin’ on Directorate Shippin’. Zong and Blessing do not sing the same jazz. The do the same science and everybody else needs them both. If one of them goes then both of them can go. They both like their insurance.
Which is why I say be careful. That Asylum Woman and Renshaw have both been sniffing around. Snortin’ at me like snuff and bloodhounds. If you get the drift. Maybe they know Zong had me Reoriented a little bit. About the same time as Blessing. You know what I mean: Zong had a science thing for girls some time back. Put a load in the cackle factory. Used to have some mollies he called “the notebooks”.
I know zip about names though. He used a crystal machine to change the way reorientation works. Leastways that is what this gal with a purple hand says. I know. You, lil lady, have got to be ultra careful around Zong. Blessing too. He had me reorientated good. He would do more than the same to you. Sinister: you can deal with her later.
The right person says the right word to me: hotcha Ya gotcha a notion about that bughouse hop and a whole load of other things. I’m a regular phonograph when I joyride. I think you know the word.
So. The Blue Angel. Be there. But button your gabber. If Zong is there I am going to be scarce. If Blessing is there Zong has tired of his lab mate and I get Reorientated again. So, your safe crackin’ will have to start all over again. If Renshaw is there – well he might want to what I know. Hell. They all want what is inside my brain box. Renshaw, Archorator – even you Reformatory Haunters. I may not be the only walking lockbox. But I might be.
So keep an eye out for my shining shoes. Say the word. I’ll shoot the works.
Over the past few weeks there has been much talk about the drug Terpsichoric Mesmeric Acid. The Directorate are criminalising it and it’s users detailing effects of mental instability. This of course is yet another example of Directorate propaganda.
For thousands of years before the Directorate empire, people have used this acid as a form of recreational and spiritual escape. Great civilisation leaders over the centuries have used it to as a way to contact the higher plains, even, it is said our own Arch Orator is a regular user.
When used properly, it truly opens the mind, allowing the Individual to see things in a different light. it has has a truly wonderful effect and really inspires the individual to creative brilliance and freedom. Sadly under the motivations of Edison creative freedom isn’t a desirable trait, hence it being banned.
We are forced to do it secret in purple hand strongholds within the empire or go out of of the empire and hide hide away like fugitives. The purple hand are throwing an art exhibition at 3345 on parr street in Liverpool on Thursday 8th December between 6 and 10. We are giving people The opportunity to sample this great narcotic and to truly open their mind.
Happy Crystalmas to one and all. The Directorate have banned the traditional festival of Crystalmas in favour of Illumination Day. A man made Edisonian inspired controversy, in which the Purple Hand take great pleasure in boycotting. For hundreds of years before the Directorate rule, we would partake in this wonderful traditional festival. We would exchange handmade gifts, sing traditional songs and celebrate the life of the inner Crystals, all surrounded by our families and closest friends.
Now the Directorate have taken over, they have squashed this wonderful time of year, in favour of Illumination Day. Anyone seen partaking in any Crystalmas celebrations will be arrested. We are encouraged to buy Directorate mass produced goods for our illuminateory celebrations. We are required to work a full 24 hours, to honour Edison’s creation of the lightbulb.
WE MUST STAND AGAINST THE DIRECTORATE
People of the Purple Hand, we will not allow the Directorate to tarnish this wonderful time of year. We will celebrate in the ways of the old faith. We will enjoy this day with our families, We will not be swayed by the Directorate’s shallow promises of safety and security under the new indentureship scheme. We must warn people of the reality and harshness of life under the Directorate.
There is a Directorate campaign to generate more shareholders and acquire more citizens within the indentureship scheme on Hope Street in Liverpool on the 26th November. We must get there before the Directorate and warn the citizens of Hope Street of the Dangers and realities of living under the ‘Higher Power’.
The Amaranthine Palm would like to invite all who are affected by the disappearances of loved ones, friends, fellow workers and citizens to attend a vigil. The vigil is intended as mutual comfort and support, and to let those who have gone, wherever they are, know that we will not rest until we find the truth of their whereabouts. We are most grateful to the Purple Hand Union of Workers, who have supported this cause, and will help to organise this event, making provisions to those most in need. There is a song which we has been prepared to sing at the vigil, set to the melody of ‘Erasmus and the Missing’, devised by our local artisan of the auditory, Mz Kondo. The vigil will form a procession through the Edge Hill district, reaching its completion at the main Tunnels near St Mary’s. You may bring candles, or light-exuding GM Crystals, for both symbolic and practical purposes. We wish you well friends, A.P.
The Amaranth urges the community raise its voice and take urgent action into the matter of missing persons. An independent commission is needed to fully investigate the fates of potentially hundreds of citizens who have gone missing over the past two years. Most notably, Jessamine Brimagem, a well-liked lady from the South Central community, went missing earlier this month. No sound explanation has been put forward to identify the reason for her absence. Mz Amelia Brimagem, her sister in-law, has spent the past month travelling around the central parts of the Empire for information on Jessamine’s whereabouts.
Mz Amelia said “Jessamine is a caring and much cared for person. She would not normally leave without letting family and friends know her whereabouts, for she knows we would worry. If anyone has information about where she may be, or has contact with her, you may contact us with amnesty from harm. We simply wish her to return to us safely”
When asked if anything unusual had occurred prior to her disappearance, Mz Amelia said:
“Jessamine had been seeking new work within the Edge Hill area. She was a lady of many skills and had hoped to improve her financial prospects by approaching businesses in that area. After several days of submitting her papers to establishments in that district, she had become very weary. Jessamine was complaining of headaches, and that she could hear awful noises in the distance. The rest of us could not hear these sounds when she mentioned them, so we put this down to her tiredness. We planned to consult a local Surgery should the perception of these noises continue”.
Having spoken to other relatives and friends of recent missing citizens, this is not the first mention of ‘noises’ or ‘murmurs’. The Amaranth calls for independent scientists to not be afraid to speak out if a link can be made between these situations, which are more than coincidental.