deep Story nr. 117 l the conference l by Daniel Rateuke

Without detours, today we go directly to the next part of the
future dystopia by Simon Rucker. Guest musician today is the
producer and Dj Daniel Rateuke, who has also processed some of
his own treasures in this podcast.


The dark armored car drives up to the forecourt of the
headquarters in Berlin with squealing tires. It looks like
something out of a damn spy movie. Excitedly, the windshield
wipers rush back and forth. Back and forth. Tirelessly.
Hopelessly. Two men in suits jump out of each of the two
accompanying vehicles. One opens the door of the armored car.
Prym gets out and hurries along the guards to the entrance of the
bare concrete block. Rain pelts the asphalt. On the briefcase he
holds over his head. A storm rattles the linden trees along the
street. Seriously, the doors close behind those who enter. A few
minutes later, Prym sits at a long table with the national
ministers, the leadership of UNIp and two representatives of The
Golden League. He takes his name badge between his fingers, turns
it around so that he can read his name. Jacek Prym is written on
it. And in the line below, in smaller print: EU Presidency. He
runs his fingernail into the groove of the writing. It feels
rough. His shoulders shake. He looks out through the glazed front
into Berlin's weather. The raindrops beat against the windows,
running in wide rivulets down the smooth surface. In here, none
of it can be heard.
Hours of negotiations later, the national ministers leave the
conference hall. Prym is no longer under any illusions. It is
clear to him what will happen now. It has long since been
decided...