Alex Newman Exposing Centralized, Government-Controlled Digital Currency #CBDC Prison Planet
Award-winning journalist, Alex Newman: "Unelected globalist central bankers are attempting to use CBDCs, in conjunction with digital ID and artificial intelligence, to construct a literal prison planet." 🤔
Location: Mutter's Spiral, but outside of standard time
Affiliation: Gallifrey
Notable inmates: Salyavin, Grandfather Paradox, the Master, Scintilla, the Krikkitmen
Visited by: the Fourth, Eighth and Eleventh Doctors, Romana II
Main appearance: Shada (1980/1991/2003/2017)
Fun fact: a Time Lord prison planet used to hold the worst criminals in space and time, who were trapped in suspended animation.
Another fun fact: visited in the unfinished serial "Shada," which has since been remade more than any other serial.
Fun fact 3: originally invented by Douglas Adams for the unfilmed DW script "Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen," which became the HHGttG novel "Life, the Universe and Everything."
Why does this track always, always make me want to cry?
tHHGttG isn't a sad story. At no point in any of the books, TV series, or film have I ever felt sadness. Except for when its over, because... it's over.
I think I know why. I do know why. The same reason that (Farewell) Major Tom by Fr_ has the same effect.
I want OFF of this godforsaken ball of shit-encrusted muddy garbage. This prison is more than I can stand. I put so much time and effort into making life better, for myself and for others. I'm doing alright. I've got some great friends, a good relationship. Our dog and cat are terrific!
But some times I can't stop feeling like I'd give up absolutely everything to leave and never come back.
Sure, there's the fantasy of hanging out with interesting and cool aliens. Just fantasy, as far as I know. But what if there's nobody out there? Or they're a bunch of dick-wads just as shitty as humans? Or what if they're cool, but that's just why they don't want anything to do with us? Then if I somehow got out there, way, way out there, would that be cool too. I don't know. Maybe it's the pure experience of something unknown. Exploring mysteries that don't really end, they just open to more mystery, wonder.
I was in the courtyard of a building on prison planet Völöxis. I took cover from the burning sun.
On a bench in the foyer, my highscool friend, Rex, was laying there in a coma. She had drawn a picture of timetraveler eyes; a man’s frightened face with multiple eyes falling out of his sockets and extending outwards. Multiple eyes for multiple quantum superpositions.
She felt my presence and woke…