Bigger Brother. Matthew Vandenberg
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'What if Palestinians were allowed to vote for whom they wish to run a Chinese special economic zone in Palestine?' Aria asks, removing black seeds from tamarind flesh [2.]. 'And electronically, like Estonians [5.]. Local Israelis needn't be told too much, like most people living where special economic zones are to be constructed [4.]. They, likewise, needn't be given jobs as they are already full-time listeners if they're doing their job right. Matchmaking companies could be the answer to political oppression, eventually allowing the oppressed people to vote for leaders they never knew they could, albeit from countries other than their own. It's very important to pair Palestinian men with Chinese women: the kitchen of the special economic zone can be large, more Chinese than either Palestinian or Israeli and therefore hardly controversial - like a Chinatown -, and free WiFi can be available like in Singapore's Changi International Airport (for a career change like a divorce but - hopefully - simply to pursue better careers in other countries when political polyamory is finally legalized and regulated by an international body, and only those in a mandatory committed relationship [so content and thoughtful] can cast a vote for a leader), especially after the launch of an extra satellite owned by those behind a special economic zone like it's a door their foot's in for stars to be noticed and world moved up in. They can be taught about endorphins and their release, like they're prisoners. Meanwhile, we welcome voting for Palestinian employees and voting for many women (participating in a group discussion) at once here and now: call that the present. (Vote Chinese commoners to control them and more). There needs to be electricity everywhere, and a popular plan for emphasizing the importance of powerful, tight connections on an international scale for Palestinians to vote for Chinese women and significant others.'
'Will they be wearing mouth masks?' Matt asks.
'They'll have to,' Aria replies. 'They'll need to look like Chinese people to Israelis present.'
'Then how can they smell drugs like sniffer dogs?' Matt asks, cheekily.
'Maybe the right masks can be wet enough to enhance the wearer's sense of smell while still protecting their identity,' Aria replies. 'The free market would allow Palestinian and Chinese people to vote for which masks they prefer, so long as all types are initially for sale. Likewise, many prospective leaders should be given money and the leader whom uses the funds most wisely will surely be given more, when - after all - a certain amount of a person's money must, by law, be used to pay for their right to have a dissenting voice. Voting, then, is compulsory, like third-party insurance of driven alien influencers of change. They have you covered. Don't lose your grip on drive. A solution is only as good as the state of a special economic zone, and that could indeed be ever-changing. Who's to say whether there are two prominent states [3.] or one? The future is flexible, so if we treat a special economic zone as truly special then we can play with it, to make sure we understand the present here and now. Its specialness must be obvious, along with peoples' specialties. But everything happens for a reason: people vote in favor of or against every possible company policy. Israelis just watch. They have nothing to fear. Like fate is set. Chinese women and men are powerful, and - with three living with every single Palestinian (polyamory may be favored in this democratic state of sorts) - they speak volumes, but still Palestinians get enough words in, given the living arrangement, for one.
'Soon votes can be cast for ordinary model citizens to have the run of houses. One house, then two, then three, then more. Maybe young muay thai boxers [6.] could be security guards rather than in rings for respect, when there are more female voters. Get people here and some drive on a plane to really go far. No house should be ignored. That's like a house being destroyed by Israelis. Importantly, the Israelis watch out for the Chinese wives especially, just to make sure they're as powerful as possible. (Not to say it's inevitable but domestic violence is international [the world's problem] by nature: just take competing airports, for instance, and this might give us a new worldview now. Put an end to violence. Don't drop bombs).'
Matt offers Aria his hand: 'Could you take me to Singapore so that we can have a look at Asia from one of its hearts?'
'If we're on a plane then we're flying with Scoot, because there's no television in sight,' Aria says. 'But we chose to be here. I can tell you a lot about the country that you can walk across in fifteen hours, in more. I can tell you about the food, the people, the parliament, and where we can stand, as much as you can stand. But then I'll need to be your flight attendant on Scoot: not giving you food and drink for nothing. You're going to have to help me make this sweet and sour tamarind merely sweet, like you're chucking an old durian off a train in Singapore.'
'How does that make the durian sweet?'
'Chucking it into a blender along with paste of a tamarind and ice cream,' Aria continues. 'Don't interrupt me when I'm trying to think about eating on the run.'
'Traditional gum and drugs are illegal in Singapore, right?' Matt asks. 'So what's on the breath stays on the breath, like breath is Vegas and we're more than machines because everything is happening and we know it well, therefore we are.'
'Is this your way of asking me to remove my mouth mask so that you can check that I haven't been smoking something?' Aria asks.
'Nope,' Matt says. 'This house is like a plane. I trust you didn't smuggle any drugs into the kitchen. But meanings of words change over time, like Chinese laws. Maybe Chinese authorities won't have a problem with you after what you've said today.'
Aria shakes her head: 'I don't know what's going on outside, but I was wearing this mask when I entered the house, so this is how I come as I am. And you like that, right?'
Matt smiles.
'So long as you stay strong, like cheese or breath,' Matt says. 'Eat enough of the best food so that you smell of it.'
'Are you gonna help me remove the black seeds from the tamarind flesh or are you just going to stand there talking about smelling and eating?' Aria asks.
'They scare me,' Matt says. 'They look like bullets. But I guess, when in Palestine, you gotta do what you can to help people in all ways possible. Hand me some flesh.'
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References
1 New Scientist, California has huge environmental inequality – here's how to fix it, https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg24532671-700-california-has-huge-environmental-inequality-heres-how-to-fix-it, ["California has 2 per cent of US farmland, but uses 25 per cent of the country's pesticides, and many of these pesticides are applied by air. Small agricultural communities have suffered from pesticide poisoning because of this. Tens of thousands of people lack access to running water, and many more lack access to clean water."]
2 The Economist | Tamarind delivers a double punch of sweet and sour http://www.1843magazine.com/food/the-ingredient/tamarind-delivers-a-double-punch-of-sweet-and-sour, ["The ginger-coloured pods taste like the sweet of your dreams – until you notice the enamel-like seeds rattling around in your mouth. Tamarind tastes like a prune sucking a lemon. Or like a date that has hit the sherry vinegar."]
3 The Economist | Dead on arrival, https://www.economist.com/node/21779119?frsc=dg%7Ce ["...Mr Netanyahu. The prime minister appears eager to end the Palestinian dream of statehood. He has already asked