Do you sometimes have a feeling that the world's on the brink?

Because I do all the time.

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Okay, let's get monologuing.

We're told all the time about how the self-proclaimed elite plan to put some or other distance between us and them.

Hardly a week goes by without my being reminded about this or that oligart putting finishing touches to their super duper bunker,

if not entire underground cities complete with Erzat's sunlight and water features.

Anyone familiar with the story of the time machine will recognise the ambition of the Morlocks

who retreated underground while the Eloy stayed above in the sun.

That's in addition to the fetish, the apparent fetish for super yachts that give the super

rich the option of living on high seas. Far from the sight of land, crowded with grubby lesser

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