The Guardian takes a jab at Conspiracy Theories with their article, “The truth is rushing out there: why conspiracy theories spread faster than ever.”
“It’s a symptom of a much more integrated world,” [Viren Swami] says. The internet speeds everything up, allowing conspiracy-minded individuals to connect and formulate their ideas. In contrast, it took months for theories about Pearl Harbor to develop.
They act like this is a bad thing. A symptom? This suggests that the attempt to communicate is a disease. Whether the information being spread is the “truth,” or conjecture, or just opinion…still, it is our legal right to communicate! Naturally it is difficult to determine what is honest, what is factual, amidst the onslaught of information…but what is the alternative? To limit the stream of info? For somebody to oversee it, perhaps, and to edit what they deem inappropriate? Somebody call the Thought Police!
Do you like to read about conspiracies? You must, if you’re on this site! So check out this excerpt from my speculative fiction novel, The Altered States of Hector Haveck:
#1. Drop what you’re doing and follow the remaining directions.
Gladly! He was sick of reading the Alice in Wonderland dossiers on the other agencies and contacts he would work with (one dossier, on Indrid Cold, was disconcerting. A special investigator, he was one of several unstable assets trolling the country to root out cases of UFO close encounters. Way the dossier read, the government wanted to spook its citizens by sending out freakish bullies like Cold, a half male, half female schizophrenic).
#2. Go to Brian’s Used Books, ID yourself as a good friend of the owner, and ask for a copy of Notes from Underground. They’ll have one on hold for you; it will say To My Good Friend inside the cover.
Great, he thought. More books!
But under the directions, Perrin had written: #3. DON’T READ THE BOOK!
#4 was to listen to the cassette tapes and practice the voice contained on them until he mastered it. Paris opened up his desk drawers; inside were a Sony cassette recorder, headphones, and a microphone. He took out the recorder, inserted the first cassette…of Lieutenant Commander Perrin reading The New York Times.
What’s all this then?
The fifth direction–open the envelope and use his mimicking power to practice long-term mimicry of the face in the photos. He opened the envelope; the photos were, of course, of the commander, facing forward, left, right. Shaven, unshaven. Smiling, frowning, looking thoughtful. Looking pensive.
He’s setting me up to be a doppelganger!