The teacher sweeps the blackboard. He nod and sit down behind his table. Rexy walks between two rows to the front of the classroom. He is nervous. The subject of his speech could finish in an unacceptable way. He drops his mouth cap on the table.
‘So, no underwear anymore.’
Chuckle from somewhere in the classroom.
‘Before I will start it must be clear: no discussions at the end. What I want to tell you is my opinion. Only when I am not clear you can question me.’
He start looking for a chalk and draws two parallel lines in the middle of the bord. Between that lines he writes DIGITAL . All the eyes of his classmates are focused on him. Everybody knows he is somebody who is not afraid for anything. Also he has a name to be an expert in the digital world. So probably his speech will give information about 5G.
‘Suppose, in this room we are for a moment the world. Everybody can choose a country. Think about a place you want to go or a culture you are interested in. Keep that for yourself. Later I tell you why I am asking this. When you made youe choice you can dream away or listen to me.’
It start to be churning. The teacher looks up at the students but does not say anything. It takes time before silence returns.
‘Freedom. Last weekend I was looking at live streams of huge demonstrations in Berlin and London. People were shouting for freedom. I repeat: shouting for freedom! Everywhere In the west they say: we have democracy! But why do people move to the street with hundred thousands or more than a million shouting for freedom! Think about that. First I did not understand all of this. Visited many sites, hungry for information.’
He turns to the blackboard.
‘Bullshit! They fuck us! All the time!’
Different reactions in the classroom, from nodding to titter.
‘Suddenly I could see the whole picture. From that moment it was not difficult to collect the small pieces together. Wake up as some people shout or wrote on boards. After last Sunday I have to say I am awaken very wide. Why? Well, look back and think what happened in the last months.’
He looks a short moment at the teacher. Not long ago the man called him somebody who seem to be think-lazy.
‘Another thing: in the daily news on tv, I saw nothing of the demonstrations in the two big cities. I thought: all the time they piss off the information. They are cutting things away from us. They do not want that we see what is happening around us. They give us limited news, they want twhat we think! O.k., a long time I doubt about many things. Fake news, conspiracy, you know that. Now I know better. When so much people ask for freedom? They locked us as in a war. Months after months pumping fear into our bodies. Bullshit. Fuck off’.’
‘They said all the time they want to protect us against an enemy but they are the enemy by themselves! What did I discover? Most of the countries in the world are exactly doing the same. Very strange….. Every day in the media they are talking about ‘the new normal’. Well, that is not normal. That looks like a well directed coordination. That smells very very dirty.
Rexy walks to the bord and he write above the first line: ??????
‘I have no idea who they are but this rich group of people donate countries huge sums of money and in return the honchos take measures. All over the world the same measures: social distance, washing hands and wearing a mouth cap. Amazing. I thought: washing hands is for the show, keeping distance could be for digital tracing of people in the future and the mouth cap is a symbol: you have to keep your mouth. If not, we will punish you as strong as possible.’
The teacher fiddles with his cap and looks at a paper in front of him. Rex writes under the second line: SHEEP.
‘Sheep, the people in the world must be sheep. They are training us for a behavior as this tame animal. The little group above us – he point with the chalk to ?????? , will know in the future exactly what we are doing, all the time.’
The silence in the classroom is creepy. The sound of somebody who cough seem to be more loud than normal.
‘The digital world, that is the crucial area. If the connection between ?????? and the SHEEP is made we are the rest of our lives chained to them. They can do with us want they want. But it is not so far yet. But we have only a little time. First climate, now the virus. It speeds up. The media helps. They create chaos and strong fear by the people day by day by day by day.’
A boy who always have a big mouth raise his hand. Rexy shakes his head.
‘I am almost there.’
He looks short at the board before he continue:
‘What does that mean, te be a sheep? I think we are not human beings anymore. All at the infusion. A sort of nave-string. Away, completely away is our freedom.’
He draws vertical lines from ?????? through DIGITAL WORLD to SHEEP. Again a finger tacks. This time it is a girl that display sometimes feministic twinkles.
‘Maybe you want to know what we can do?’ Rexy ask.
She nods. Rexy change the vertical lines to arrows which are pointed down.
‘We are with so many people. United they cannot do anything. Last Sunday I saw during that demonstration in Berlin a group of policeman complete surrounded by people. They where standing with the back to each other. A long time police and people were looking at each other. Nothing happened. So strange. Suddenly a policeman started to move. The mass swerve to both sides and in a row the other policemen walked behind him. That is what they did.’
On two places fingers are rising. Rexy start to talk faster.
‘Now all of you. You are the representatives of the world. You have to give an example. Like me: take away the symbol. At this moment you can make a choice. The longer you wait the longer the risk: it is all about freedom.. Do as I do.’
He picks up his mouth cap, hold it short for his face and move it slowly down.
‘Sheep or human being, make you choice, now.’
All fingers were dropped. The tension is at a high level.
Suddenly the most sporty boy in the group who is populair by most of the students pull away the mask. A moment later more students follow. Later the rest.
Rexy takes a deep breath. He looks at the teacher. So the classmates do. The man smiles and moves his mouth cap slowly down over his chin.
Under a srong applause Rexy cleans the blackboard and walks back to his seat.