Welcome to The Baby Wants Its Bottle Philosophy & Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith, a NZ based creative. In this episode I read a New Poem called “The War of “23-“39” and Short Story/Poem Hybrid called “How I Escaped my UNiT in the UnCity”. These are as most my stuff on this blog, quickly written pieces, rough and should really be work on a lot more. The themes are Sci Fi Dystopian.

Both these are of course influenced by the pandemic era we are still living in, as we have been for now to years. Both these works I guess point to a rebel type fightback vs dark forces and authoritarian characters that may have already popped up in the real world. We are as they say in the “fog of war” or at least in the “fog of immediate History” and as such what is right what is wrong and who are the good guys and who are the bad guys is not known yet.

Given the fog effect, It is doubtful whether it will know for at least for perhaps at least 10 years (History takes it’s time and is of course written by the ‘victors’). But who will be the Victors? And in 10 years will the analysis be of a “shortish pandemic” where we essentially went back to normal, or will the pandemic simply be an entree for different and equally troublesome matters? We could ask ourselves the following questions: Will Russia Invade Ukraine, Will China Invade Taiwan, Will the USA have a Civil War 2.0? Will The 2024 Election be a debacle for of beliefs that it cannot be legitimate? Will there be a Big Economic Crash or more positively – will there be peace and a post pandemic 1920’s like Boom and Party phase? I guess all we need to do is survive and we’ll be right in the thick of whatever happens. We will either be given a rock to hide under, some sand to put our heads into or tap on the shoulder to rebel/enlist/defend. Or perhaps nothing will happen at all.

Let me start the first Poem followed by the Short Story.

“The War of “23-“39″ (Poem by Martin Anton Smith)

Welcome to Techno City Gulags
Where We Welcome the “Un-Complient”
Let’s Raise Our Glasses
To the Army of Empty Amphora

I’m Private Smith of Operation Barbarian
Just An Un-Complient Automaton Soldier
I Simply Couldn’t Comprehend
When Relayed Of The War’s End

It Was In Twenty Thirty Nine
We Defeated the Worlds Enemy
His Name Was UNiT the Un-Known
The Un-God Implanted In Our Dreams

We Are The Army of Empty Amphora

And They Stole Blood From Our Veins

They Took Our Voices And Then Our Thoughts

But Come For Our Souls? – ‘Think Again’.

“How I Escaped my UNiT in the UnCity“

Short story by Martin Anton Smith

Welcome to Techno City Gulags.

Leave your real -world cares behind.

Our false God will be your saviour.

His name is UNiT the Un-Barbarian.

He is the Un-God of your dreams.

UNiT The Un-Barbarian Created a New World,

Out of the ashes of the old.

UNiT the Un-God spoke to all via thought messages.

UNiT’s first words created this new Unreality, he said:

“Let there be Un-Jobs”,

and there were.

“Let there be an Un-economy”,

and there it mathematically was.

“Let there be Un-Cities”,

and there invisibly so, they dwelt.

“Let there be Un-Unhappiness”,

and no one felt anything inside anymore.

“Let the People be un-unfree”,

And no one wanted to be either here nor there, as they were always in the same place.

And having spoken these words UNiT had now created his New Un-Reality.

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Welcome to ‘Techno City Gulags’

Where we welcome the “Un-Complient”.

In TCG there is no need for physical freedom,

For we create a virtual paradise for but a small fee.

A simple monthly pledge of allegiance, is all we ask!

Now Repeat the ‘Three Un-Mantra’s’ After Me:

“I Agree that ‘UNiT the Un-Barbarian’ is your Un-God.”

“I Agree that the Real World is a Danger to Everyone. “

“I Agree That Paradise lies in The Un-City called Techno City Gulags. “

So now do you see how simple the new paradise will be?

Soon you will be transported away from the drudgerous & tiresome so called ‘real world’!

All you need to go there is to repeat the daily ‘Un-Mantra’, the 3 lines of Un-life.

And you will be un-unhappy and un-unfree,

Living safely in the Un-City,

as an Un-Complient Automaton.

Blissfully Un-Unhappy, for you have no human emotions.

You will become the ‘treasured property’ Of Our Un-God,

UNiT The UN-Barbarian!

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I became so brainwashed by these silky-smooth words,

I had agreed to enter the Un-Gates.

I was half way through the ‘Third Mantra’:

“I agree that Paradise lies in Tech…”

And I was suddenly interrupted & enlightened,

by something everlasting yet also ephemeral,

That words cannot clearly describe.

This unknown force had pulled the plug on all the silliness.

There and then,

I left the almost-created ‘UnCity’, and my ‘Un-Job’ behind.

As I left, I saw over my shoulder the Un-God “UNiT the Un-Barbarian”,

He fuming and cussing at me with super-human ferocity.

While metamorphizing from solidity to opaqueness to invisibility, he said:

“You may be wise & free but billions of you over there are but an army of empty amphora,

And I will fill you all with deception & you will soon again drink of my wine”.

“Don’t be so sure Unit” I said robustly, for your corruption is a mere shadow,

You are but a fearful parasitic tick on the back of a mightier and soulful beast,

Simply one tail flick or shrug from falling back into your deep abyss.

I was happy to be on my way,

Un-brainwashed, Uncompliant and free,

Gathering steam, and bringing many almost-taken ‘others’ back with me.

The End

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