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Speaker 2: Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars. Hello and
Speaker 2: welcome to Cool Zone Media book Club, the only book
Speaker 2: club where you don't have to do the reading because
Speaker 2: I do it for you. I'm your host, Margaret Hildoy,
Speaker 2: and I'm on a kick right now. I'm really enjoying
Speaker 2: doing Dinah Wars. If you're enjoying it too, you should
Speaker 2: tell people about it. And so it's still Dinah Wars.
Speaker 2: I mean, I don't know what you're talking about. We
Speaker 2: have a missive from the future from the Cool Zone
Speaker 2: Media team of twenty fifty five. We were sent audio
Speaker 2: from our very own show I'm thirty years from now
Speaker 2: and we're just gonna jump into it. You know what
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Speaker 2: Nazis or Nazi zombies are gonna EU. This here is
Speaker 2: part three of our EXCLUSI report from the Front from
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Speaker 2: as is its relentless habit, and it lit a field
Speaker 2: littered with detritus of flesh. I don't think you can
Speaker 2: be alive in twenty fifty five without having seen a
Speaker 2: dead body or two. But this was at a scale
Speaker 2: I'd never quite imagined. The high of combat had receded,
Speaker 2: and I looked out, and I wept. What has become
Speaker 2: of humanity? Of course, to kill the liminal, it's a mercy.
Speaker 2: The biospawn literally beg for death with their ripped vocal cords,
Speaker 2: and the zombies have already died once, but it's still
Speaker 2: brutal and raw. A stare at the horrors of war
Speaker 2: to see what teeth and bullet and pike can do.
Speaker 2: In order to stop crying, I went to work. I
Speaker 2: think most listeners are familiar with that particular trick. The
Speaker 2: busy bee has no time for sorrow. With the first
Speaker 2: light of dawn, a pair of rangers rode in on
Speaker 2: day it ends. For those who aren't familiar, these are
Speaker 2: basically megafauna pigs. They went extinct about sixteen million years ago.
Speaker 2: The rangers rode in with a whole herd of giant
Speaker 2: half wild pigs, and those pigs set to work cleaning
Speaker 2: the field. About six herding dogs regular old canine MutS
Speaker 2: kept all the giant beasts in line, and for hours
Speaker 2: there was this omnipresent sound of munching bones. It was
Speaker 2: faster than burial and more ecologically sound than fire. Are
Speaker 2: dead and they're dead. Both went into the gullets of
Speaker 2: giant pigs with no other task. Immediately before me, I
Speaker 2: went to the pair of rangers who were overseeing the
Speaker 2: whole thing. I was prepared to talk in Spanish, but
Speaker 2: I was in luck in. One of the rangers, a
Speaker 2: black man in his early sixties named Aiden, was born
Speaker 2: and raised in Brooklyn, and we got to talk in
Speaker 2: English and talk about the New York giants. I kept
Speaker 2: calling him a zoomer, and he kept correcting me that
Speaker 2: he was a millennial. Thank you very much. I started
Speaker 2: off the interview a bit more properly. I asked who
Speaker 2: he was, what his role was. The herd of Diodens
Speaker 2: was one of only three such herds in the world,
Speaker 2: at least in the semi wild. The other two were
Speaker 2: in North America. Introducing extinct species was a delicate mamble.
Speaker 2: If we weren't in the middle of a climate apocalypse already,
Speaker 2: it would be unconsciousable. But the past fifty years have
Speaker 2: seen unprecedented die off of species after species. Entire genuses
Speaker 2: go extinct more or less every day, and generally, when
Speaker 2: a newly extinct species is de extincted, it can't compete
Speaker 2: and it just disappears again. So the megafauna and other
Speaker 2: ancient animals are sort of a hail. Mary Aiden is
Speaker 2: a New York Giants fan. In his speech is peppered
Speaker 2: with sports references, some of which I understood. Some of
Speaker 2: the reintroductions have been wildly successful. Think the giant sloths
Speaker 2: that have become almost a mascot of what's left of
Speaker 2: the Amazon charismatic megafauna. The pigs are a particularly dangerous gamble.
Speaker 2: According to Aiden, wild pigs are, of course already one
Speaker 2: of the most prolific invasive species across the world, and
Speaker 2: they're in no more danger of extinction than cockroaches are.
Speaker 2: But during lab experiments with the datin, scientists discovered something
Speaker 2: they hadn't expected. Datin can eat plastic. Of course, so
Speaker 2: can a bunch of worms and microbes and such. But
Speaker 2: a single datin that are about the size of a
Speaker 2: largish bowl can eat around twenty pounds of plastic a day,
Speaker 2: so long as it is interspersed with plant matter and protein.
Speaker 2: So the potential risks of wild daadin may yet be
Speaker 2: outweighed by their ecological facility. Most datin are kept in captivity,
Speaker 2: but before the outbreak of war in the Iberian Peninsula,
Speaker 2: Aidan was working with a team experimenting with allowing deadon
Speaker 2: to graze. They must be closely monitored at all times,
Speaker 2: but initial results were promising. These days, dadon mostly eat
Speaker 2: the war dead. Their ability to chew through fabric and
Speaker 2: plastic and flesh and bone is simply unmatched when it
Speaker 2: comes to cleaning battlefields. Aidan's affinity for these animals is clear,
Speaker 2: though so is his worry if we're not careful. He
Speaker 2: told me these things could wind up turning half the
Speaker 2: biomass of the planet into more of themselves. He thought
Speaker 2: about that for a moment and then laughed, kind of
Speaker 2: like what humans have done, turning half the planet's biomass
Speaker 2: into humans and cows, Much like, if you think of it,
Speaker 2: how humans have turned a solid half of the planet's
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Speaker 2: Here was a man who had lived through the whole
Speaker 2: of the long twenty first century thus far and God willing.
Speaker 2: He told me he was going to live to see
Speaker 2: it end. I told him I didn't think any human
Speaker 2: was going to live to see the century end. And
Speaker 2: he looked me dead in the eyes and said, you
Speaker 2: can't think like that. I asked him, why not, he said,
Speaker 2: and I quote here, you can't think like that because look,
Speaker 2: have I buried two of my three daughters already? Yeah?
Speaker 2: Have three of my grandkids died in the fighting? Sure have.
Speaker 2: That leaves me with a non binary kid and a daughter,
Speaker 2: and that leaves me with three grandkids who are still alive.
Speaker 2: I know it's hip and cool to live like you're
Speaker 2: going to die, and you should live that way because
Speaker 2: you are going to die. But not everyone is. There
Speaker 2: was this old fiction writer check guy and anarch from
Speaker 2: before my time, before your time, Franz Kafka. He lived
Speaker 2: through the First World War in Europe. One day he
Speaker 2: was talking to his friend and he said something that
Speaker 2: keeps me going. They were talking about how God has
Speaker 2: forsaken everyone, how everyone was killing themselves and killing each
Speaker 2: other and dying, and how everything was just raw and bleak.
Speaker 2: His friend brought up hope, and Franz he looks at
Speaker 2: his friend and he goes, hope. There's an infinite amount
Speaker 2: of hope in this universe, just not for us. And so, yeah,
Speaker 2: you and me, we're probably fucked. I hate to tell
Speaker 2: you that, but like iron curtain is down, maybe you
Speaker 2: boys here, sorry, force a habit, you all will break
Speaker 2: that curtain, or maybe that curtain will break itself against you.
Speaker 2: Might happen, probably won't. But every fascist government that's ever
Speaker 2: risen has fallen. And right now we've got more than
Speaker 2: the usual amount of hope. All over the world, people
Speaker 2: are fighting. Fascism requires people to give up, and for
Speaker 2: once in history, with our backs up against the collective
Speaker 2: wall of climate change, we're fighting. We're gonna win. You
Speaker 2: and me we're gonna die, But everyone else we're gonna win.
Speaker 2: He said all that to me. I said to him,
Speaker 2: but you said you were going to live to see
Speaker 2: the whole century come and go. He responded, sure, sure,
Speaker 2: you never held onto two opposite thoughts in your head
Speaker 2: at the same time, I'm gonna die in bed in
Speaker 2: a Brooklyn brownstone. It's gonna be cooperatively owned, and the
Speaker 2: whole of Brooklyn, maybe the whole Turtle Island is gonna
Speaker 2: be under traditional stewardship, because we'll have fought like hell
Speaker 2: to make it that way. There's gonna be three cats,
Speaker 2: two dogs, and at least two previously extinct animals lying
Speaker 2: in my bed, and my great great grandkids are gonna
Speaker 2: ask me about the war, and I'm gonna smile and say,
Speaker 2: what war? And then I'm gonna see the light that
Speaker 2: I don't know if I believe in. And my first husband, Gary,
Speaker 2: who died in the war in the forties, he's going
Speaker 2: to be waiting for me, smiling, and he's going to
Speaker 2: lead me up that light. That might happen. I hope
Speaker 2: that'll happen. There I go talking about hope. That's one
Speaker 2: thought in my head, and it's a pleasant one. Then
Speaker 2: there's this other thought, and the thing is this thought
Speaker 2: is pleasant too. Me and Gary we moved to Portugal
Speaker 2: during one of those times when we thought the US
Speaker 2: was going to go fascist instead of just split up.
Speaker 2: And Gary had a good remote job and I'm good
Speaker 2: with languages, so I started driving for a ride share.
Speaker 2: Then you know, he goes and dies during that war,
Speaker 2: and I go back to school and I get a
Speaker 2: PhD in wildlife restoration, but just start working for the
Speaker 2: park Service because being outside is the only thing that
Speaker 2: keeps me away from my thoughts. All of a sudden,
Speaker 2: MegaFon are back, and that's what I studied an undergrad
Speaker 2: a million years ago. And I wind up a ranger
Speaker 2: in Catalonia. New war breaks out, and I think about
Speaker 2: signing up, but mostly people tell me I'm too old,
Speaker 2: But animals they never tell you that you're too old,
Speaker 2: and so I stay on as a ranger. Iron curtain
Speaker 2: goes down. All my family they're on the other side
Speaker 2: of that curtain. Are they still alive? I don't know.
Speaker 2: I might never know. So probably one night while I'm sleeping,
Speaker 2: the phalax is going to come over the hills and
Speaker 2: they're going to kill me and eat my pigs. And
Speaker 2: maybe I'll get a round off and maybe I won't,
Speaker 2: But the end result is the same. I'm walking towards
Speaker 2: the light, whether or not I believe in that light,
Speaker 2: and Gary is there, and it don't matter in the
Speaker 2: end if I die in Brooklyn sixty years from now
Speaker 2: or Catalonia today, because because I've lived my life as
Speaker 2: well as I could. What's it matter that I die
Speaker 2: in the Pan Africanist, decolonial, anti authoritarian, socialist utopia or
Speaker 2: that I die fighting for it? Either way? So you
Speaker 2: can tell me that me and you that we're going
Speaker 2: to die because we are now. We might die today,
Speaker 2: they might try to double tap our ass, but people
Speaker 2: the earth, we're going to fight to make sure that
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Speaker 2: morning I talked to Ranger Aiden as coworker I know
Speaker 2: h came over and joined us for lunch, though she
Speaker 2: asked me not to report on anything. She said I
Speaker 2: was glad to have civilian company because the soldiers in
Speaker 2: camp were rather busy. In the morning, there was an
Speaker 2: open forum, well open to all enlisted soldiers, not to
Speaker 2: civilians like me, discussing the tactical situation and brainstorming ideas.
Speaker 2: Those ideas then went with the elected officers into the
Speaker 2: command tent. I don't know what they talked about, and
Speaker 2: I wouldn't tell you even if I did. In the afternoon,
Speaker 2: I thought we'd be packing up to move camp. The enemy,
Speaker 2: after all, knew where we were. They knew our numbers,
Speaker 2: our defenses, everything. We'd taken out an entire battalion the
Speaker 2: night before, but somewhere nearby was an entire brigade, which is,
Speaker 2: in case you're not up on such things, bigger than
Speaker 2: a battalion. If we were attacked by an entire brigade,
Speaker 2: there is no way our defenses would hold. One of
Speaker 2: the fag hags caught up with me in the afternoon
Speaker 2: to tell me that we were staying put. Don't worry.
Speaker 2: They told me they won't attack us directly again, not tonight.
Speaker 2: Then they got contemplative, Well, they might shell us, but
Speaker 2: there's no point lingering on that thought. They spent the
Speaker 2: afternoon alongside two Katalan teenagers repairing a machine gun nest.
Speaker 2: There was blood and gore everywhere, and the scent snuck
Speaker 2: its way past my bandana mask. Soon enough, there weren't
Speaker 2: enough respirators to go around, though, so I choked back
Speaker 2: bile and cleaned out some meat that used to have
Speaker 2: memories and friends and threw it into the field to
Speaker 2: be eaten by ancient pigs. We finished just around the
Speaker 2: time the sun started going down. The two teenagers sat
Speaker 2: down in that nest to staff the machine gun. I
Speaker 2: can only imagine what must have been going through their minds,
Speaker 2: because they didn't want to answer my questions. They said,
Speaker 2: ed and I have run across this a lot with
Speaker 2: the youngest soldiers that they were immediatists, that they didn't
Speaker 2: believe in mediating their experiences through photos and videos. The
Speaker 2: only mark they wanted to leave on the world would
Speaker 2: be their actions, which, if they were lucky, would go
Speaker 2: unrecorded and unrecognized. That they said was the only way
Speaker 2: to truly be free was to be free from the
Speaker 2: yoke of posterity. So I don't know how they felt
Speaker 2: to sit down into a machine gun nest that had
Speaker 2: just the night before been the death of two people
Speaker 2: they knew. As we were finishing up, a dreadnought walked
Speaker 2: up to me, it's really easy to recognize a dreadnought.
Speaker 2: No one else in camp had chainmail woven through her
Speaker 2: plate carrier. No one else in camp had a labris,
Speaker 2: a two headed axe, a lesbian symbol now used more
Speaker 2: literally than it had been in previous generations, hanging from
Speaker 2: a loop on her belt, next to a glock seventeen
Speaker 2: and a medkit. No one else but a Dreadnought would
Speaker 2: walk up to me, salute and say hail, and well met,
Speaker 2: weary word smith in a Catalan accent so thick. I
Speaker 2: wasn't sure I heard her right. So a Dreadnought walked
Speaker 2: up to me and look, I swear to you, I
Speaker 2: fell in love a little. I fall in love a
Speaker 2: little about once a week, so this wasn't a world
Speaker 2: changing moment for me or anything, but still I fell
Speaker 2: in love a little. Her name was Octavia, after the
Speaker 2: prophet Octavia Butler. She was born and raised in Barcelona.
Speaker 2: A third generation syndicalist and a second generation trans woman,
Speaker 2: she was in her thirties. You would assume that the
Speaker 2: Dreadnoughts would skew younger than the rest of the anti fascists,
Speaker 2: but they don't. Fanato nihilism attracts people of all ages.
Speaker 2: We are saying farewell to the blessed ones tonight. She said,
Speaker 2: you should come, You should see before all of us
Speaker 2: are so blessed. I knew enough about the Dreadnoughts to
Speaker 2: parse out what she was saying. The dead were the
Speaker 2: blessed they or the lucky ones, and all of the
Speaker 2: Dreadnoughts would soon follow. I can't say no to a party,
Speaker 2: I can't say no to a trans woman with a labyris,
Speaker 2: and I can't say no to getting to see a
Speaker 2: new funeral write. So I went with her. It was
Speaker 2: like nothing I'd seen before. All six hundred Dreadnoughts plus
Speaker 2: a couple hundred regular soldiers paying their respects, stood in
Speaker 2: a line at the edge of the camp, facing towards
Speaker 2: the field of battle. Thirty of the Dreadnoughts came over
Speaker 2: the hill, carrying the six fallen Knights, a torch bearer,
Speaker 2: a company in each body. For a moment, everything was
Speaker 2: silent but for the rustle of chainmail and the scraping
Speaker 2: of metal armor. Then the horns began. I'd never seen
Speaker 2: or imagined these things before. Celtic War horns with dragonheads
Speaker 2: that rose five feet above the crowd. I don't know
Speaker 2: how to describe their music haunting. This didn't feel like
Speaker 2: a like a ren fare with happy minutess. This felt
Speaker 2: something ancient. An extinct giant boar wandered close to the
Speaker 2: edge of camp, and curiosity sat on its haunches and listened.
Speaker 2: Ten singers began keening, a wordless, toneless morning singing. The
Speaker 2: ancient hills were around us. Dear listener, I am not
Speaker 2: a religious person, yet there is another world beneath this world,
Speaker 2: an invisible world, and I believe that now. I felt it.
Speaker 2: That night, the bodies were laid on a makeshift altar
Speaker 2: of lashed logs, and I assumed they would be burned.
Speaker 2: It just seems like what should have happened, or maybe
Speaker 2: fed to the dinosaurs, I don't know. Instead, while the
Speaker 2: horns played, while the boar watched, while the keeners sang.
Speaker 2: One by one, the friends of the dead came up
Speaker 2: and stripped their bodies. The first people took bits of armor,
Speaker 2: the next took clothes. After that, knives came out. Tattoos
Speaker 2: were flayed from flesh to be turned into leather patches.
Speaker 2: Then people took teeth took bones as emblems. Once there
Speaker 2: was almost nothing left, a single man, heavy set and
Speaker 2: half naked, came out with a gigantic hammer. He walked
Speaker 2: up to a body. The crowd breathed in. As he
Speaker 2: breathed in, he let out his voice with a hun,
Speaker 2: and the crowd joined him. He brought the hammer down
Speaker 2: on the skull of the dead, crushing it and the
Speaker 2: platform beneath it into the ground. He did this for
Speaker 2: each body in turn. Then the thirty pallbearers took the
Speaker 2: ruined bodies back out to the field, the whole order
Speaker 2: of operations in reverse. The strong man disappeared into the crowd.
Speaker 2: The singing stopped, the horns stopped. We stood silent as
Speaker 2: the torches disappeared over the hill. One figure, a small,
Speaker 2: olive skinned woman wearing Middle Eastern armor, stood in front
Speaker 2: of the crowd. She held a human femur in each hand.
Speaker 2: Aloft above her head. She held something in Arabic, then caughtalum,
Speaker 2: then in English, hail the victorious dead, which is for
Speaker 2: anyone who isn't caught up on such things a lord
Speaker 2: of the rings quote. I had to have it explained
Speaker 2: to me later. The ceremony ended, and the party began.
Speaker 2: The young and the young at heart danced and drank
Speaker 2: and sang all night, challenging each other to build fires
Speaker 2: higher and higher. But even drunk, they were cautious. A
Speaker 2: dreadnought aims to die in battle, not drunk at a party.
Speaker 2: The older Dreadnoughts formed circles to talk, to drink or
Speaker 2: to not drink, to sing songs to reflect. I joined
Speaker 2: Octavia one of these, and we talked late into the night.
Speaker 2: And I'm not going to become an immediatist anytime soon,
Speaker 2: but I'm still not going to tell you everything that
Speaker 2: we talked about, not the details. We talked about our
Speaker 2: hopes and fears and dreams and what we liked in
Speaker 2: bed and what we liked about each other. As for
Speaker 2: how the rest of the night went, you'll have to
Speaker 2: pop on over to our sister podcast, Under the Pants
Speaker 2: and Under the Ground. Thanks so much for listening. That
Speaker 2: ends Part three of Mixed Bunny Face Murders Reports from
Speaker 2: the front line. But don't worry, that's not the end
Speaker 2: of it. There is more of that to come. And
Speaker 2: if you liked this podcast, you, for whatever reason, might
Speaker 2: like the fact that I wrote a book thirty years ago.
Speaker 2: It came out in twenty twenty five. It was called
Speaker 2: The Immortal Choir Holds Every Voice and it was published
Speaker 2: by Strangers in Tangled Wilderness, and it was kickstarted in
Speaker 2: March twenty twenty five, and early twenty twenty five was
Speaker 2: a weird time to be pitching fantasy books instead of
Speaker 2: just getting ready for the rise of fascism in the
Speaker 2: United States. I'll tell you what, but you know I
Speaker 2: was grateful thirty years ago. In twenty twenty five, were
Speaker 2: all the people who signed up for alerts on the
Speaker 2: Kickstarter's page telling them about how the book was going
Speaker 2: to come out, which they probably did by googling Immortal
Speaker 2: Choir Marret Kiljoy. Anyway, see y'all next week. Good luck
Speaker 2: with everything. Hope you survive the Dino War. But there's hope,
Speaker 2: even if not for us.
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