The Carbon Cage

The new government having now taken power, The Chief of The Stasi has been implementing his programme of transition. Those who believed in the censorship etc of the previous government are systematically identified and then conscripted to live in 15 Minute Cities . They are also subjected to carbon footprint rationing and digital identification, even microchipping.

It would be an ambitious use of the language to describe convicted Climate Hoaxer, and Infidel, Dresden Leipzig as comfortable with his court-imposed punishment of being required to be Microchipped and have a Digital ID. That foray into the criminal justice system has definitely seen Leipzig subsequently welcomed To The Terrordome.

Bank Account

Somewhat surprisingly Dresden Leipzig lost his sense of humour when he sought to access his bank account from an automatic teller machine. The machine in question informed Leipzig The Infidel that he needed to go to nearest actual bank branch, because his account was not accessible.

After waiting roughly three (3) hours at the bank, a staff member attended up Leipzig and initially told him his account could not be located. After another lengthy pause, the staff member returned to Dresden to inform him that the subject account had been located, but it has no funds in it. Leipzig was shocked by that news, because he believed he had considerable funds in the account.

Significantly Leipzig was also told that there was a notation on the account that Dresden had exceeded his allocated carbon footprint. Accordingly, no business could be transacted with him, until such time as his carbon footprint was reduced to an acceptable level.

The bank officer further informed Dresden if the bank were to conduct business with him whilst he had exceeded his allocated carbon footprint, it will be subjected to significant financial penalties.  Accordingly there was no incentive for the bank to be benevolent to Dresden.

Dresden Leipzig was enjoying first hand experience the sort of exclusion and government control of Infidels for which he was previously such an enthusiastic advocate. His sense of humour was nowhere to be seen.

As Leipzig was preparing to leave his bank, another staff member approached the staff member dealing with Dresden. After their brief conversation Dresden was informed that a new status would be applied to his account, as a result of conformation of a reduction of his carbon footprint to below his allocated level. This meant the bank could now conduct business with him and any funds in the account would be available to him. There was also sufficient funds in his account for him to make the withdrawal he was seeking.

The bank officer then accompanied Dresden to a teller and the desired withdrawal transaction was negotiated. That withdrawal transaction only took Leipzig roughly 4.5 hours to complete.

Newsagent

With cash now in his wallet, Dresden made his way to the bus stop and commenced his journey home. When he alighted the bus at his stop, he attended upon a newsagent proximate to the stop to purchase a magazine. The newsagency staff told Dresden the notation on their transaction computer was that he had exceeded his allocated carbon footprint, so no business could be conducted with him.

Leipzig was aware of the presence of other customers in the store. Some were waiting in line behind him and were getting annoyed that his Infidel status was impeding their progress to being served. Dresden did not want to involve himself in any more humiliation, so he left the newsagency without challenging their contention and without any magazines.

Following his experience at the bank and the newsagent, Dresden acknowledged to himself he will have trouble paying his utility bills and the like, because he cannot necessarily access the funds in his bank account.

Segregated Train Station Entry

The programme of transition implemented by The Chief of The Stasi extended to segregated train station entry, as Kate painfully discovered at the busy Kangaroo train station.

There were two (2) clearly marked entry lines for the automated gates at Kangaroo train station:

• one labelled "Non-Infidel Access";

• the other "Infidel Processing."

People moved through the "Non-Infidel" line with relative ease. The "Infidel Processing" line moved considerably slower, with frequent pauses for ID checks.

A Non-Infidel in her late 20s and dressed in practical work attire, Aria was clearly in a hurry and entered the "Non-Infidel Access" line. Prior to Aria, Kate, a 30Something Infidel, mistakenly joined that "Non-Infidel Access" line.

Aria had her eyes fixed on the departure board, as she tapped her foot impatiently. Her train to Sector 7 was nearing final boarding. The "Non-Infidel Access" line was moving steadily, a testament to her compliant status within the system, she thought.

Three (3) places ahead of her, Kate reached the automated gate and placed a worn wristband against the scanner. A jarring red light flashed, accompanied by a curt, robotic voice:

• "Digital ID Rejected. Incorrect Access Point. Infidel Processing Required. Please proceed to designated line."

A collective groan rippled through the "Non-Infidel Access" queue. Several people shifted their weight, their own schedules now slightly imperiled by this disruption.

"Ugh, not one of them," Aria muttered under her breath, her annoyance immediately amplified by the clearly marked separate line.

Kate visibly recoiled at the robotic directive and the glares from the people behind her. She seemed confused and perhaps a little ashamed, her eyes darting towards the much slower "Infidel Processing" line.

"Come on, move it along!" Aria exclaimed, stepping closer. "Some of us have actual lives and schedules! You are in the wrong line! Can't you even follow simple instructions?"

Aria glared at Kate, her fists clenching. "You people are all the same! Cluttering up the system, causing delays for those of us who contribute!" She roughly pushed past Kate, attempting to scan her own ID, but the gate remained locked, due to the previous rejection.

Kate stammered, her voice barely audible. "I ... I did not see ... I just ..." She fumbled with her wristband, her face paling.

"Well, now you have cost me my train!" Aria snapped, her face flushed with anger. The chime announcing the final boarding call of her train echoed through the station. "Because of your incompetence! First you are an Infidel, now you can not even read signs!"

The robotic voice from the automated entry gate repeated its directive. Simultaneously, two (2) uniformed Peacekeepers approached Kate The Infidel.

"Subject identified. Incorrect sector access attempted. Infidel processing required. You are causing a disruption in a designated Non-Infidel zone. Come with us," one Peacekeeper stated, his tone laced with disdain.

Kate offered no resistance, her head bowed in shame and resignation. The added layer of having been in the wrong line seemed to amplify her sense of guilt and helplessness.

Aria watched, her anger barely contained. "Good. Maybe they will finally learn to stay in their designated areas," she hissed.

The Peacekeepers led Kate away to be processed as a transgressing Infidel.

Punishment

Kate knew, short of a miracle, she would be transferred to a 15-Minute City. Whether she also received an added reprimand for attempting to use the wrong access point was not a significant concern to her, in the circumstances.

Transactional Justice - Offering Up A Sacrificial Lamb

The Criminal Justice System was purring along under the new regime, implementing the correctional justice the regime decreed was necessary to restore order to the community.

An otherwise unremarkable minor level Climate Hoaxer found himself before the Court and added some colour to what are usually sterile proceedings. His crime was attending a small climate change rally.

He addressed the Sentencing Judge personally:

• “Please do not subject me to microchipping and Digital ID. I will give you the identification details of a grotesque reality television contestant. She is surely a greater scourge on our society then me.”

In reply the Sentencing Judge said:

I concede in evaluating the two (2) players currently in the spotlight, the reality television contestant is the more repulsive.  I am disposed to grant your request, on your commitment / promise to the Court that your Climate Hoax days are over.

The Accused: I will happily sign such an undertaking.

The Sentencing Judge added: However, I currently do not have the power to do so. Perhaps you might address me on why microchipping and Digital ID is not an appropriate sentence for you.

In his ultimate address to the Court regarding the colourful low-level Climate Hoaxer, the Sentencing Judge said:

“You have convinced me microchipping and Digital ID is not the appropriate sentence for you. And upon your agreement, which you have already given, you will be sentenced to 500 hours of unpaid community service work. I reiterate again to you, it is time you retired from Climate Hoaxing.”

Train Station

A couple of days subsequent to his confronting bank and newsagent experience, Dresden made his way to his local train station, as he had an errand to run in the city. Dresden ensured he was in the "Infidel Processing" line and had no intention of complaining about the slow progress that line might make.

When Dresden made it to the automated gates at the head of his Infidel Processing line, he placed his government imposed wristband against the scanner. Leipzig then discovered his digital identification was rejected. That rejection triggered a warning across the security system and security officers were dispatched to locate Dresden and transfer him to a 15-Minute City zone.

15 Minute City

Upon relocation to his new residential environment, a 15 Minute City, Dresden was subjected to a brief induction program. The city itself was soulless and sterile. The modest city centre was surrounded by indistinguishable apartment buildings that stretched to the boundary of the city. No infidels are allowed to own or use motor vehicles. The boundary of the city is a walk of 15 minutes from the city centre.

All 15 Minute City inhabitants (Infidels) are expected to wear their government issued wristbands at all times. Even if they do not do so, their microchip will be used to monitor their presence and activity at all times.

The automated gates system that Leipzig encountered at the train station was largely replicated in his 15 Minute City. No one was allowed to leave the city without the approval of the authorities. The wristband and the microchip are used to ensure no one leaves the city without permission. There are checkpoints at various locations throughout the city where Infidels can check their carbon footprint.

Upon the conclusion of that brief induction program, Leipzig was escorted to his new residence, an apartment in a soulless apartment building that was largely indistinguishable from the buildings surrounding it.

It was emphasised to Dresden by his regime induction companion who accompanied him to his new residence that entry to the apartment was primarily controlled by the wristband / microchip and therefore the authorities.

Dresden was sufficiently intuitive to realise he did not get any input to that decision making, so he did not argue with his induction companion.

Now relocated to his 15 Minute City apartment Dresden reflected upon his journey there a little. He noticed the tedium and monotony of his neighbourhood was interrupted from time to time with billboards encouraging the inhabitants not to exceed their allocated carbon footprint. What he had seen of the city thus far seemed to be resplendent with surveillance cameras.

After he had been in his new residence for a while, Leipzig went for a walk. Upon reaching the downstairs common area of his building, Dresden encountered a fellow building occupant who had apparently done some grocery shopping. The neighbour commenced the conversation:

“Choice is a thing of the past in shops in this 15 Minute City. All stores have a maximum of three types of items from which to choose and the authorities are apparently in no hurry to restock empty shelves. It is correct to say you get used to it. It is not correct to say you learn to enjoy it. Enjoy what you can here. I am going to my apartment. Perhaps our paths may cross again in the future.

Dresden got the impression his new neighbour did not want to be seen dwelling on a conversation. Dresden thanked him for his information.

The Leipzig walk expanded from the downstairs common area of his building to the streets surrounding his new residence and Dresden happened upon one of the billboards encouraging the city inhabitants not to exceed their allocated carbon footprint. As he stood reading the sign, another city resident spoke to him:

“Seems you are new here. There is no apparent rationale behind how the carbon footprint rationing system works in this city. The regime is very good at making you lose carbon credits. Any possible ways to earn carbon credits or improve your carbon score are never revealed. The whole carbon footprint allowance is used to manipulate behaviour within the City. There is a carbon footprint checkpoint nearby, let us see how your status is fairing.”

The checkpoint to which he was referring was no more than 50 metres from the billboard where they were conversing.

His conversation partner then invited Dresden to scan his wristband.

Dresden acceded to the request and a number appeared on the small checkpoint screen.

His conversation partner continued:

“That reading will vary for no apparent rhyme or reason, even though you believe nothing has occurred in your life to alter your carbon footprint score.”

Anyway, I have to keep moving. I hope you found this information helpful.”

Leipzig thanked his conversation partner and they each went on their way.

Best Dresden return home, he thought. As he made his way home, he found himself reflecting upon the information provided by his conversation partner: Helpful information provided to reinforce that the regime wanted the inhabitants of the 15 Minute City to be helpless.

As Dresden turned off the footpath into the walkway to his residential complex, he noticed the billboard that was visible from that vantage point had changed its graphic to:

• Enjoy your 15 Minute City, Infidels. This is the life you wanted.