Those who have knowledge have power, Dexter
Phillips told us.
We were sat in a small bar at Waterloo, the
four of us – Dexter, Denise, Julie and myself – huddled across a small table in
a darkened corner. There was a jukebox in the background, but it was as if
Dexter’s voice echoed over us.
Undoubtedly we had the knowledge – Dexter
continued – the thirteen of us together were seeing what was to come, we had
access to the shape of the future. The notion that we were all mad, that we
were all deluded was not an accusation that could be thrown at us. We came from
different places, from different countries. If you were to separate us continents
apart and test us, kept us away from each other, we would all still dream the
same thing. The scientists (at that word I heard a slight tinge of sneering
hostility) can run all the experiments they like, we would be able to pass them.
We have the future in our heads, in our grasps, and it was time to use this
information.
We have to let the world know.
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