THE CONTROL OF MAN OVER MAN BY MACHINES
In my nightmare I left home to go at work, being careful not to forget to check my all-encompassing pass in my pocket, that is my plastic tag with a microchip, needed to do everything, including taking buses or subway or using public toilets.
It is the light blue-green card, which also contains my vital identification parameters and which regulates every aspect of my daily life, and that of everyone.
Each person's microchip is always connected to the central system and contains everything: health, financial, employment, property, mortgages, loans, pending installments.
Even the parameters and maximum limits of CO2 emissions of owned vehicles and the polluting "potential" of my family members are recorded in the SYSTEM. And everyone in the family has their own card.
The piece of plastic in my nightmare can even regulate access to the bank account, and is used to pay for everything, goods and services, in a proven context in which the use of cash is no longer contemplated, making the happiness of the communist fanatics.
In my nightmare there is also a rumor that - obviously for the sole purpose of simplifying the citizens living - the government is planning to integrate the card with a bio-powered microchip that injected into the carotid is guided to be set in a specific point into the brain.
This would allow the system to see directly through the wearer's eyes, record every movement and therefore replace completely the plastic card in the future.
It is also said that someone is planning that the microchip would also be inserted into newborns to make it possible not only to eliminate the card but also to operate with countless other functions useful for education and learning, as well as to control future crimes and avoid many accidents. But this is clearly a nightmare within the nightmare itself.

THE UNIQUE WAY OF THINKING
In the world of my nightmare there can be no dissent. Births are controlled to avoid the overpopulation of the planet and the exhaustion of resources.
After reaching the age of 70, seniors are subjected to an eligibility test; if they do not overcome it, they are gently eliminated by euthanasia. Disabled and and sick people that are judged to be 'useless' or 'incurable' are eliminated in the same way, even if one can appeal and ask for a further judgment.
However, the government has set up a bounty hunter service, fortunately not very efficient, to track down the rioters and generally to identify and block the violators of the rules.

Opinion is therefore unique, granitic, and it cannot be otherwise. The media are managed directly by power through algorithms and computers equipped with artificial intelligence.

Famous journalist, once RAI correspondent
from London partial but infallible liar.
He's omniscient in judging in favor of our
governmentIn my nightmare, video news articles, as well as videos and news reports in general, are usually managed by robotic entities in human form, capable even of violating the laws of robotics in terms of counting lies aimed at supporting central government policy. .
This is a universe where everything moves in a perfectly orderly, frighteningly synchronized way.

In my nightmare, the recharge of the 'credits' of my card, say the value periodically assigned to my digital identity, is subject to a series of obligations to be fulfilled towards the "SYSTEM". In particular, whenever I would express a position contrary to the dominant narrative verbally or in any sensitive way, publicly or privately, my card would transmit it to the system. I'd be listed on the dissident album, and pay a hefty fine at the expense of my present and future credit.

THE ORDINARY LIFE
In my nightmare the social credit system is such that the State itself decides which essential and "leisure" activities can be accessed as long as the system declares me suitable, or which ones are forbidden.
Of course, the my assigned top-up at the beginning of each month, i.e. a certain number of 'credits', is reduced depending to each of my activities. I also need to make any purchases of the kinds allowed by the system according to my status of health and my vital signs. Any residual monthly credits - credits that I didn't spend - cannot be accumulated in order to avoid 'inequalities'.

Any lack of credit - even if the system checks me to prevent me from consuming more than a certain value - would actually prevent me from moving, taking a train, using the internet connection, using the card itself for a certain period of time, that is, until recharging.
It is also true, however, that for survival there is a public assistance system with private charity that guarantees at least not to die of hunger (UNTIL NOW)

Towards the end in my nightmare I found myself thinking of being a robot, of no longer being a living entity, a free being, but a QR code, a bar code or colored dots, which are thought nor in 'Forcella' in Naples - in Italy a famous suburb of smugglers and counterfeiters - could be able to falsify.
I realized that my entire existence is governed by curves, algorithms, equations, artificial intelligence, facial recognition, drones, digitization, mass vaccinations for the common good.
Here, then, is the new era made up of order, discipline, "progress", in which everything is sacrificed and expendable in the name of any new crise or pandemic. In the name of "safety" and "health" ...

THE CLIMATIC EMERGENCY and the 'GREEN'
In my nightmare, in order to contain the climate emergency and reduce pollution, the system - which also deludes itself even to control the immense and cyclical natural phenomena of the planet - recommends going to work on an electric scooter, perhaps on a cold winter morning, with his face paralyzed by frost and his hands frozen, because it is necessary.
In my nightmare I insisted on using my obsolete traditional car with an internal combustion engine alcohol fueled, but I saw my credit drop dramatically.
So I gave up and used public transport, because I absolutely don't want to give it to the mutant baboons salaried by the nabobs driven world government to make propaganda to the "green" in the news and on talk shows. I don't want to change my old car for an electric one.
As I entered my office, I saw a three-dimensional clip projected on the wall, a propaganda hologram, showing the "big brothers", the oligarchy of computer nabobs that controls the system, which travels on private jets from one side to the other of the globe to participate in meetings designed to promote the common good, especially by sumptuous 'business lunches and dinners'.
Sometimes it also happens for the sake of progress, the more adventurous entertain themselves by traveling in space on space shuttles built specifically for their enjoyment.

Will we eat green energy instead of salads and other earth products?

In my nightmare, however, an error in the algorithms meant that a disproportionate number of photovoltaic panels, wind turbines, and other similar devices were installed everywhere, drastically reducing the extent of arable land.

Grandma Duck as early as 1916 she had
an electric Car -Pb batteriesIn my nightmare, the madness of the enormous production of photovoltaic panels and lithium batteries and the rare earths necessary to allow the existence of current technology and battery electric cars, has then ultimately caused a state of irreversible pollution due to the disposal of used machinery and the production of batteries.
In my nightmare, at one certain point, I suddenly found myself in a land reduced to a brownish desert covered with garbage and debris of solar panels, where millions people dying, where people shot and cannibalized each-others because of the dramatic food unavailability for human sustenance.

In my nightmare, I myself had a stomach rumbling with hunger and I felt faint but fortunately - as I struggled in my sleep with the anguish of the situation and the pangs of hunger - I woke up. With a sigh of relief, I realized it has been just a realistic very bad dream.

CONCLUSION - MY WAKE UP
Still a little troubled, I washed and dressed, made some coffee, and my wife made me a cappuccino and gave me an industrial croissant whose brand I avoid mentioning.
After having eaten breakfast with gusto, I took my car to take it to the mechanic, because due to this biennial pandemic I had forgotten the biennial overhaul - the tax - which is a modest anticipation of the current daily nightmares, which however are not dreams, but solid reality.
I DID RUN THE DEADLY RISK OF GETTING PINCHED WITH THE TWO YEAR OVERHAUL EXPIRED, TO SEE MY VEHICLE BLOCKED AND PAY A MONSTER FINE.
GIVEN THAT MY MACHINE IS OLD EVEN IF IT POLLUTES VERY LITTLE, I WOULD HAVE INDIRECTLY OBLIGED TO SCRAP IT AND TO BUY A NEW 'TRABICCOLO' WHICH, CONSIDERING THE ENTIRE LIFE CYCLE, POLLUTES EVEN MORE AND WORSE.

Later I tried to access the Revenue Agency website with my new electronic identity card, and I found that it didn't work, probably due to a hacker attack on my region's website. I then experienced firsthand that my nightmare will hardly become reality.
Or at least it will become real - perhaps - after that I shall pass away.
Our ability to handle thinking machines is still far behind. And then you do not say: having made the law the deception is found?
After all, there are still a third and fourth world in which the least basic things for us down there are still science fiction.
But be careful - dear rulers - not to insist with the nonsense otherwise we could end up in it too. ... in the fourth world I mean.
Going to the morning Mass, I realized that walking around Rome, in September 2021, in the 4th world already seems to have been there for a long time.

Berto P. Lunizzi 2021

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