An Interview with Quinton Morfran, Deputy Secretary-General of the UN.
Today I have traveled to New York City to interview one of the true villains of my book, A Half Hour of Silence. I am visiting with Quinton Morfran, the Deputy Secretary-General of the UN. In my book I expose his true role in international politics and his plan to enslave the world.
My Uber drive from JFK International was quiet and uneventful. She dropped me off at the address Morfran had sent me. All I knew was that his office was on the top floor, or rather it was the top floor of one of the skyscrapers that ringed Central Park. A tall glass temple to the worship of money and global power at which New York City was the center. After getting out of the car I tipped my driver for not getting me killed in the horrendous traffic. Curious, I craned my neck trying to get a glimpse of the Park Avenue office. I could imagine the penthouse dwellers looking down into the glass and concrete canyons of the city curiously watching the insignificant drones scurrying about their feet.
The security guard directed me to the private elevator that only Morfran and his visitors used. I felt nervous knowing the caliber of the man whom I was about to meet. Joseph Stalin would be in good company with Quinton Morfran.
After a short anxious wait, Morfran’s personal secretary showed me into his office. The office is was big as my house, wall to wall luxurious carpet, sculptures filled glass cases and well-known artists’ work adorned the high walls.
Quinton Morfran stood from his desk and offered a hand in greeting.
“Good Morning Mr. Morfran,” I said, shaking his hand. “I would like to thank for giving me a few minutes of you time.” I said, barely keeping the tremor out of my voice.
Morfran indicated a stuffed leather chair near his desk. “Not all Mr. Sellers,” he replied in a pleasant tone, sitting easily in his plush, high-backed chair. “I am happy to speak with you and straighten out a few things.”
“Oh, really. What would you like to clarify?” I said, my nerves easing, being replaced by a piqued interest.
“Some of the wild accusations you make about me in your book,” Morfran replied matter of factly, waving a manicured hand in my direction, his smile fading.
Ah, I thought. He must have read the advanced reading copy I sent him. This will certainly be an interesting conversation.
“Which one?" I asked mater of factly. "That you are a member of a secret organization to take over the world or the one where you have sold your soul to Lucifer?”
“Come now Mr. Sellers,” Morfran said with a deep chuckle. “We live in a world of trans-modernism. We have gone far beyond the fables of the dark ages. There is no dark lord lurking in the shadows to swallow up your soul. Satan, as well as God, are simple myths created by cave dwellers seeking comfort from the unknown,” he said leaning back in his plush chair. “In this age of trans-modernism, we have evolved into thinking human beings. Our society has grown from tribes attacking each other with stone tipped arrows to peaceful open societies, interconnected by trade and commerce.”
“So, there are no Mustirmahani plotting the takeover of the world?” I asked.
Morfran’s smile grew to a lopsided grin. “I know nothing about a secret organization, Mr. Sellers. All my life I have worked toward the goal of a world without borders, a world without war and strife, a world where we can all live in peaceful coexistence. I dream of a world where there is no need for armies, navies, or nuclear tipped missiles. Don’t you want to live in such a world, Mr. Sellers?”
“Of course I do,” I said. “I want peace and safety. But I am also a realist. There are evil men in the world who want to take what we have and to destroy what we most crave, our freedoms. You need a strong military to keep them at bay. Once a country becomes weak, you become the prey for the predators of the world.”
“They don’t want to destroy your freedoms,” Morfran countered in a condescending tone. “They simple want to stop the United States from interfering in their countries’ affairs. Look, what if you could control the predators. Most of them are reacting to our meddling in their internal affair. Besides, they are only fighting for social and economic justice. Once we reach equality by removing disparity, prejudice, and discrimination among the classes, we will eliminate the greed and jealousy you speak of. They will have access to anything they would want.”
“How do you do that?” I said surprised at the direction the conversation was going.
“Why, simple to enact laws that will ensure social and economic justice. Level the playing field. Improve education. It may take a few decades to adjust and we may have to temporarily restrict a few freedoms but if we keep a close eye on the citizens to make sure they aren’t breaking the law, eventually everyone would see the benefits and cooperate. The final reward would be a peaceful world all would enjoy.”
“How are you going to control 8 billion people?” I asked, my voice dripping with skepticism.
“You would be surprised of the technology that is at our very doorstep. Soon we will free ourselves from the outdated system of currency, paper, checks and even credit cards and be able to, with the wave of the hand, make purchases, transfer money to a bank or even to a relative, sell merchandise or services, etc. Just think of the many ways we could save time with a tiny data chip in our hand. Open locked doors, start your car, open a secure website, unlock a computer. Imagine, no more wasted time looking for lost keys or setting new passwords that we’ll just forget again. In a few short years from now we’ll all have our phones implanted in our heads. Our eyes will be the camera, our ears the speakers and our jaw the microphone. If we have children with these implants there would be no more kidnappings, children getting lost or runaways living on the street. Just think about it, we can have a bright, brave new world.”
“Yeah I know,” I said sarcastically. “There was a book written about just such a society. How are you going to stop terrorists or criminal from killing and perpetrating crimes on your mythical ‘peaceful society’?”
“Again, we’ll rely on the newest technology. Police departments will have the most advanced technology available. Today there are departments experimenting with predictive policing tools that will stop crimes even before they happen. Algorithms can analyze the data we collect to minimize or even eliminate crime in our lifetime.”
“You mean like in the movie Minority Report?” I replied in amazement.
Morfran laughed. “No, we won’t have precogs soaking in milk baths. Data collected from police reports, social media, phone and text records, emails and recordings from the intelligent virtual assistants in every home will be searching for words or phrases. All this data will be analyzed by algorithms. If we find someone who has a high probability to, say abuse a child or spouse, we can send a neighborhood representative to his home and interview the person, establish his mental state, and if found wanting, he or she could be asked to visit an education center or clinic to receive the necessary training.”
“What if he doesn’t want to participate voluntarily?”
“Oh he will!” Morfran said, his eyes brightening up. “If not, his social credit score would go up and he or she would lose privileges.”
“What in the world is a ‘social credit score’?” I asked dumbfounded.
“The SCS is just another tool we will use to train the populace that integration into our new society would be beneficial for all.”
I looked at him skeptically and shook my head slowly. Before I could say something, he continued.
“It’s like a demerit system at school,” he said excitedly. “For example, if today you repeatedly brake the law you would lose your freedom and be sent to jail. If you get enough speeding tickets you will lose your privileges to drive on public roads. That is similar to the SCS. If you habitually show up to work late, don’t pay your bills on time, have an argument with a neighbor or friend on social media, your SCS will go up.”
“Are you going to put people in jail for arguing on Facebook?!” I asked, astonished at what he was saying.
“No, of course not. What may happen is restrictions to use airlines or public transportation. Your interest rates on your credit cards and car loans could go up as a penalty. Access to social media, the internet, or even TV may be curtailed or totally eliminated. Rent, house or car payments would rise. The higher your social credit score the less privileges you will have. On the other hand, with a low score you will be rewarded with discounts, low interest rates and free internet.”
“And how will you collect all the data to get an accurate score?” I asked, dreading his answer.
“The data is already being collected,” Morfran said smiling. “Every aspect of our lives is being recorded every hour, every day of our lives. All we have to do is collect it, analyze it and then grade it.”
“What, the government is listening to everything we say and do?”
“No, not yet. But private companies have been doing that for years. Companies like Amazon, Facebook, and Google know all the basic information about you like name, address, phone number, credit card information, but they also know your purchase history, credit history, all of the information about those people, your friends' email address, personal profile and picture, financial information, including Social Security and driver's license numbers, passwords, browser history, all your login passwords, the type of videos you watch, where you are at now or in the past, calendar events, everything.”
I was too shocked to speak. I knew these things were happening, but the way he stated it gave me chills. Morfran continued almost giddy now at the prospect of knowing everything about every human being on the planet.
“Amazon and Google, through their intelligent virtual assistants like, Alexa, Siri, and Echo, are listening to everything you say in your home or around your phone, which is with you everywhere you go. Imagine how easy it would be to feed those recordings into a computer, pick out certain words, phrases, even tone of voice and analyze it with algorithms to find anything suspicious. We can add to that everything collected in social media post, text and email messages. If we pooled all this information together and analyzed it, we would be able to stop any crime before it happens, disincentivize bad behavior and create a peaceful and prosperous society of well-behaved citizens.”
“What happened to privacy and freedom of speech, or even freedom of assembly. What you are proposing is a police state! No one will go for this!”
“Nonsense,” Morfran replied, his smile growing his teeth showing. “People know all of what I’ve told you. They will say, ‘I don’t care if they listen, I’m not doing anything illegal, who cares,’” Morfran said sitting on the edge of his chair. “Only the guilty will be afraid. And that is the point isn’t it. Once they see their SCS going up and loosing privileges, then they will step in line with the rest.”
“And if they don’t want to comply with your draconian police state?”
“Then, just as we do today for criminals, they will be confined and reeducated until they can rejoin society as an obedient citizen of the world.”
“You do realize how unconstitutional all this is don’t you?”
“As I mentioned before, most of this is being done today, Mr. Sellers. It is only unconstitutional for government to do it. Google, Facebook, and Amazon have been doing it for years. These companies have already helped China establish their social credit score. Soon it will go global.”
“You may get a certain percentage of Americans to go along with your ‘Brave New World’, Morfran, but most will push back. I for one will not comply.”
“How many Americans do you think will voluntarily give up social media, the internet, cell phones and all the other modern technology that fill their homes today,” he said, his smile slowly disappearing. “Do you really think your ‘patriots’ will cut themselves off from all of the conveniences of the past fifty years? Not many, if any. If they do,” his eyes narrowed, “how will they get paid without the chip? How will they buy groceries or pay rent? No, Mr. Sellers,” Morfran said standing. “You will comply, or you will starve.” His face was now one of benevolence, a ruthless and callous grimace, staring down at me.
I shivered at the dark aura I now felt in the room. The pleasant diplomate I had interviewed had been replaced by the man I knew and wrote about. A servant of Lucifer. Morfran’s personal secretary appeared at my side as if by magic. I looked up at his pasted-on smile. Must be time to go, I thought. No problem, I can’t get out of here fast enough!
My skin crawled as I walked out of the office. As if unseen demons were escorting me out, eager for me to stay to devour my soul. The feeling didn’t leave until I reached the ground floor and a normal world surrounded me.
My mind was reeling from the experience and what I had learned. How do you fight against something like that? Something that was so desirable but at the same time confining and grotesque to those who enjoyed their freedoms. The world was literally placing the chains of slavery about our own necks!
If you want to know more what happens in the near future, read my book, A Half Hour of Silence, when it comes out.
JK Sellers