In the eyes of those who developed the nuclear industry, the dilemma was severe. Though this direct confrontation between working class science and rulership was final, it had fallen into martial context Limited by the demands of that consortium, the further development of the nuclear power potential beyond weaponry would be frozen. From the military perspective, the situation called for diplomatic prudence. The strong hand was on their side of the table. Nuclear power had become a token of the struggle between two castes, and it was not one which was likely to be undone by ordinary measures. Control was out of the question now. Those who had the secrets, all the secrets, were not going to share them. Thought to be the exclusive property of a singular House military agency, those who held the secrets forgot the larger perspectives of international espionage. The soft military coups-d’etat prevailed until an unexpected occurrence reestablished balance in the world equation.
Secrets, however tightly bound in walls and prisons of steel, will out In an incident which, in this light remains suspicious, a nuclear technician passed the secrets of nuclear power to Communist agents. In a short time, through the auspices of one, Klaus Fuchs, the Soviet Union developed its own nuclear arsenal. In this seemingly inexplicable manner, the deadlock had been broken from the outside world. Fuchs worked in at the University of Birmingham on the gaseous diffusion. He and three other technicians, each working under the British aegis, passed critical information. It is most curious that the paradoxical Armand Hamer, an industrialist who made his home in Communist Russiei, so freely travelled between Europe and Moscow without any security requirements. Hamer seemed to be the principle financier of the Bolshevik Revolution. Creating and maintaining the Soviet Union as a business enterprise, one in which he alone held the title deed, forms the basis of suspicions surrounding the theft of nuclear secrets.
It was well known that Hamer’s movements in the Soviet Union were so highly respected that Soviet Premiers would personally await his arrivals. Debarking from his private jet, a Soviet military escort brought him to the gates of his large private mansion. Even in his absence, servants worked around the clock, and throughout the year; an aristocratic throne in a communist nation. Before engaging any kind of international action, Soviet Premiers went to Hamer for permissions and advisements. Thus poised against all flags, Hamer seemed to be much more than his popular image portrays. More than an unusual Old World privateer. The facts made sense only if Hamer was indeed an Oligarch. Perhaps then, an Oligarch of pernicious and world dominating ambitions? If so, then he was the prime opposition of ohgarchs which exercise their power throughout North America, the prime enemy of the North American Oligarchy (the NAO). The surreptitious acquisition of nuclear secrets from the outside effectively broke the world exclusive power which United States military so prized.
Were Fuchs a product of the unexpected, a wildcard, his was an unusual and suspect background. Not randomly selected from the deck of intellectuals, Fuchs was as rigorously searched as was Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. Fuchs was not, however, harassed over his affiliations with members of the communist party as was Dr. Oppenheimer. Mysteriously, neither the character of Fuchs nor the sincerity of his national loyalties were ever brought into question, as was Dr. Oppenheimer. Was Fuchs a possible “plant”, deliberately infiltrating the Los Alamos site with a predetermined agenda to leak atomic secrets to the Soviet Union. This action was highly organized and arranged, one which probably occurred in 1946. Fuchs emigrated back to England, where he continued working in the Atomic Research Station in Harwell. On his incarceration, Fuchs seemed resigned to his fate, confessing to treason on January 27, 1950. Fuchs was not executed, the usual punishment for such an offense. In an otherwise most curious affair, Fuchs was released after a decade in prison and sent to Eastern Germany.
Klaus Fuchs
Was he an agent working for the oligarch Armand Hamer? If breaking the deadlock on nuclear weapons was the goal of this individual, then Fuchs achieved for him the unimaginable. The result of this leak, and the subsequent development of nuclear weaponry in the Soviet Union, did more to destabilize the traditional form of world rulership than all the centuries of struggle preceding the incident. Considering the veracity of other oligarchies, both West and East, here now was a duality of power between which balanced the fate of the whole world. Having no world-priority on nuclear secrets now, the martial power in North America had been brought down. The coups was over. The situation did not require the actual possession of the secrets.
They were virtually unimportant when considering the larger scope of tensions developed by the leak. The new twist on the nuclear age prompted a rapid development and deployment of battle-ready nuclear weapons systems. Mih-tary perceived the threat of hostile nuclear action as a new and terrifying war potential. Power was again refocussing in higher levels, where rule sought new protections. Greatly concerned over these mutually destructive potentials, directives were now issued to pursue development of fail-safe defensive and offensive systems. Nuclear arsenals would necessarily be proliferated, with an emphasis on blast yield.
It was during this time period that several divergent projects began, the real basis for all of our forthcoming discussions. The divergence of these projects encompassed a broad spectrum of technical potentials, each having their origins in phenomena produced by the release of nuclear energy. Here then is where our discussion finds its modem impetus, a consideration of the various technical products and applications of the nuclear military industry. Money was lavished on the military now, an incredible sponsorship having a seeming limitless supply. The thrust of all these sponsorships from the oligarchy was the protection of all regions, territories, and future potentials. Fear was the ruling stimulus, the foreign existence of nuclear eusenals being now the single greatest source of that fear. It was indeed known what nuclear actions would do. The thought that radioactive laden lands would be the inheritance of oligarchic dynasties was worse than abhorrent. The extremity of their nuclear fear gripped the entire n«ition. This new attitude marked a defined break from Old World policies. This was a Nuclear Age in more ways that only a precursory
Examination of the phrase could suggest.
For the first time since oligarchies had been established, these individuals pulled closer to the nucleus of social action. Science and technology, industry and military were suddenly seen as potential protectors of the oligarchy. In this needy state there would be concessions of a more liberal trend until power had been reconsolidated. Then, perhaps the former state of isolation and alienating policies would be reasserted. Until that time, the chief emphasis would be cooperative. Oligarchy knew that the absence of usable land, inhabitable land, would spell the end of all rule. No world, no rulership. But the news became increasingly worse. The returns were coming in. From Hiroshima. From Nagasaki.
The horrid reports produced a trail of never ending fatalities. From the conqueror’s point of view, all reconstruction attempts were cosmetic. Both Hiroshima and Nagasaki were cities shunned as “unclean” cities. Allied occupation troops realized the extent of the permanent damage when dangerously high radioactivity levels were measured in every comer of the cities and their outlying districts. Oligarchies were only concerned with the expenditure of reconstruction. This final phase of atomic warfare, the necessary reconstruction of a potential target city, proved an impossibly complex and dangerous operation. Of teams assigned to the task, every exposed personnel member was ultimately added to the fatality lists. Thereafter, and even under military duress, troops refused to enter the area. Ultimately, the labor of reconstruction was bureaucratically delivered into Japanese hands. This rendered more cost effective, the policy for reclamation of acquired lands would be delivered to those who had been conquered.
The dirty aftermath was viewed with dispassion. Aftermaths, however dirty and contaminated, would be cleanup operations capable of generating capital. Regardless, The Bomb now remained the prime weapon of threat, the prime weapon of choice for oligarchic extensions of power. The atomic bomb was then viewed as a new means for the acquisition of foreign ground. What needed now to be tested was the potential threat of bomb blasts on troops who would necessarily be deployed to occupy blasted ground. While wielding the atomic threat over the world with a confident air, the most highly classified secret was not the design of the Bomb itself The most highly classified secret was the universal fear which had gripped the hearts of the supposed fearless. Fear of the atomic force ran deep in the hearts of even military officers who heard the expectable outcome of each new test blast What the bomb blasts did to their troops was worse. Regulators simply turned the task of bomb development to the military. Clearly, the military was given the dirty work, to deliver an ein-swer to fiightened aristocrats who hid themselves in dark mahogany-lined rooms.
Now the power returned to the military, themselves fearing what they had released. The aftereffects of these nuclear “tools for peace” left their killing mark in the air, in the ground, in the bodies of those who entered the areas
Where blasts had been directed. Suddenly, all too suddenly, all of the parties in the power chain recognized the threat which had been unleashed. Not the simple “push the button and forget” motto now. Once released, this Bomb would return with a thousand radioactive winds to destroy one’s own House and holdings. Fallout was the poison in the rain. In the years following the conclusion of the Second World War, each test blast seemed to spell the murder of the whole race. Fear of the Bomb entered the very heart of society. There was now a very clear radioactive stain which would never wash from the hands of those who commanded, and the hands of those who obeyed. Worse. There were radioactive stains which would not wash from the seared bodies exposed in a decade of atomic tests in which both civilian and troop test participants were employed. The hideous Nazi-like medical tests used young infantrymen of the lowest rank. These mere uniformed children were made to walk through the stinging white dust which had been propelled into their faces, clothing, and lungs by the rising plasma columns, which had only seconds before been detonated.
Youthful pilots were made to fly through the very clouds raised by the explosion plasma. Pilots told that they could see the blast through the metal floors of their planes. Some said that they saw their own skeletons through tightly closed eyes. Data was methodically and routinely collected in an emotionless manner. Assessments were made. Yes, a land invasion could be commandeered to occupy areas which had been the scene of atomic devastation. None of these troops lived long enough to protest, the expendable supply produced by working class families. Moloch, the eater of children. The cruel wickedness of Nazi atrocities had apparently found a new home base. When questioned by a growing civilian concern, military authorities “could not be contacted” for commentary.
Each successive Bomb test would bring poison rain to the whole world. In the winds, in the blowing winds. The whole world would soon be covered in the poison dust Strontium-90 in dairy milk, children’s milk. These and a hundred other radioactive contaminants were the glowing flowers which nuclear weaponry had planted. Hoping perhaps to ameliorate their own horror with fcuniliarity and experience of the new weaponry, perhaps believing that repetition would desensitize them form the nightmare vision of that first atomic sun, American Military teams continually unleashed the atomic terror. In a series of tests which rained deadly white dust all across the national southwest, military first tested the various tactical applications of the atomic bomb. New detonators, new fissile materials, new hybrid weapons packages, new weapons emplacements, new yield variations. But no amount of technical jargon, no excessive number of tests could remove the memory and inescapable thought which escaped with each rumbling eruption. The ultimate radioactive stain was fear. And the dust, the dust which returned with every breath of wind.
Those working class minds who pursued the goal of nuclear weaponry now looked back in surprise at what they had been compelled to achieve. The first dream of atomic energy was a quest for endless light, a means to liberate humanity with free and limitless energy. Energy to light cities, to raise aircraft, to power ocean liners, to travel into space, to pursue all the dreams of humanity. But now, what had they actually achieved, and for whom? Miu'derers, continually returning to a killing floor, the tests were repeated and repeated. But neither the hellish scene which was continually reproduced before their imbelieving eyes, nor the resulting illnesses of young troops would depart from their conscience.
The searing white heat, vaporized metals, the unearthly light which permeated stone, the sand melted into basins of green glass, the bodies quivering with radiation fevers, the troops who grew weak with anemia and died. Each hot blast burned its signature of a death spectre through the very soul of each watcher. Atomic. The very word was equated with death. Bureaucrats replaced it with a subliminal, designed to evoke feelings of newness and clarity. NUCLEAR energy was a word having no connection with Hiroshima, with Nagasaki, with endless series of merciless troop tests, with civilian studies where fallout plumes covered neighboring tovms. Fallout. The word burned itself into the world mind, from the oligarchs down to the laborer. Fallout was the return, the reaction, the blood of another House on one’s hands. Fallout would return to speak for those who had been burned, the haunting which crept into the window of their children’s playrooms, however isolated from all of society. After the winds would strew its killing poison across the world, with traces on the grass, fallout would not be stopped. Burying itself in a thousand different ways, fallout would sprout again in flowers, in com, in cattle, in the oceans, for a thousand generations. The poison would not cease in any future. After the blast, long after the thunder, fallout would remain. Fallout would bum the earth.
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