Author: Owen Dempsey

Retired General Practitioner, PhD 2017 Manchester University in the psychopolitics of medical screening using a psychoanalytic approach, now living on the Moray Coastline, currently trying to write a dystopian science fiction novel called The Surgeon's Rapture.




Martha breathes softly and murmurs into Victoria’s ear, mmm … delicious, unconsciously echoing Peppa Pig and other childhood memories, as they lie curled under the duvet, moist, hot and naked. The lawn is frosted and a pigeon coos vigorously as sunlight streams through the bedroom window highlighting motes of dust dancing like stars.

Dear reader, a few conundra to consider. What do you think happens if the supposed ‘usual’ kind of human, the most common kind, that is the simple and neurotic one we all like to think we are, becomes infertile, incapable of love, and disappears from the spectrum of human psychic variability? What if, at the same time, the narcissistic misogynists among us are, metaphorically speaking, blown up or blow themselves up, and literally disappear from the world. What if these patriarchal narcissists criminalise sex for the masses and use their sperm and genetically selected females in an attempt to purify the population. And, what if revolutionary feminists, with a much harder to characterise psychic structure, resist this attempt and remain fertile and sexually active? Will some men survive to remain fertile? What men? What women? What could trigger such events? Some say that Artificial Intelligence (AI) is the biggest threat to humanity closely followed by a biologically engineered pathogen. What if these threats are combined so that a Universal Cure for Cancer is discovered that can only be administered via an AI designed transmissible biological viral pathogen containing genes coding for proteins that cause slow-virus prion disease and death, in the form of a viral plasmid, a genetically engineered chimera, with dramatically variable results on fertility, the sexual instinct, the capacity for love and the psyche in ways entirely dependent upon the particular psychic structure of the human recipient. Can society mothball such a lethal Cure and put it to one side? What of the lure of being the very first scientist, corporation, or the first government to discover The Cure? And, suppose, behind this Cure, the physical source of this Cure, lies an ancient Arachnoid Intelligence that may have landed on earth billions of years ago, ballooning along superconductive curved space from other galaxies. The feminist psyche is a mystery but let’s just say for now, for argument’s sake, that incredible though it may seem, some individuals genuinely don’t have an innate need to dominate and subjugate others, a need to compete and to win, to accumulate stuff, but instead can be happy to find meaning for their lives through sharing, through caring without expecting reward, the unconditional love of many a parent for their child, being courageoeus and prepared to take action where necessary to resisting being dominated or subjugated but without wishing to dominate or to wreak revenge on oppressors. Is such a psyche even possible? Dear reader, genetic chaos begat us, genetic chaos is back, let the psyche beware.

Sexually sated they push the duvet aside, swing stiff limbs to the floor, and pad gingerly downstairs to breakfast with toast, jam for M marmalade for V, and coffee. Martha’s gaze lustfully consumes Victoria’s legs and partially exposed buttocks as she moves around the kitchen. Then she turns her gaze to the envelope.  So then, what about this? Martha enquires in what she hopes is a neutral tone. She picks up, then drops the envelope on the table. A tension appears and sits between them. Victoria has already previously (half) hidden two invitations for breast cancer screening but Martha has intercepted this one, the third, and is, to be honest, silently irritated, once again it seems to be her that has to force a conversation. I don’t know M I can’t face even thinking about it. It’s a good thing V earlier found soonest mended isn’t that what they say? Victoria’s anxiety feels assuaged, slightly, as the pressure of responsibility subsides. Now Martha has told her to go, hasn’t she, there’s practically no more decision for her to make?  I’ll go M, it’s just I’m not scared of cancer itself it’s just the possibility and then all the horrible waiting for results, just not knowing. It’s up to you, you decide. For God’s sake make a decision for yourself for once in your life, Martha thinks. Victoria decides, or obeys. OK I’ll go, really I will I promise. Her skin prickles, she shudders inside and feels her stomach cave in at the thought. Cancer.

Victoria is full of uncertainty, pretty much always. She retains elements of the premillenialist Plymouth Brethren worldview from her upbringing. And then shadow values linger even after meeting and falling in love with Martha, and then being ‘excommunicated’ from the community for the sin of gay love.

Victoria sets off for work, she thinks she enjoys her work as a nurse in the local STD clinic though it’s a bit repetitive, identifying Gonnorheal spirochetes and the like under the microscope and counselling anxious clients about their tests and test results. She likes some of the staff, most of the patients and has a kind heart.

The truth is unconsciously Victoria still adheres to the values of The Brethren’s premillenialist worldview and it’s belief in solo scriptura – the literal interpretation of the Bible. Although she knows, at least consciously, how ridiculous this is, after all she has read  ‘The Bible and Colonialism’- A Moral Critique, by Michael Prior, which convincingly debunks the myth of the Bible as anything but an inconsistent factually flawed human construction. Despite this conscious knowledge she still feels deep down she is committing a Sin to go for cancer screening, interfering with God’s Will and intentions for her. After all The Brethren teaches that, as per the scriptures, disease is often the price paid for sinfulness and so to try to preempt disease is surely to go against the will of God

After Victoria has left for work the tension remains permeating the air Martha breathes. Once the room has quietened and peace reigns, Martha gets up and goes through to her study. For a brief moment she indulges herself and remembers her orgasm, she enjoys sex with Victoria or V, but always has to be the one to take the initiative, she seems still shy after all this time, and now this lump. As an ex-radical psychiatrist she has plenty of time for the likes of Wilhem Reich and his Orgone theory, the elixir of life, the libido and the orgasm, too little sex and too much repression and the result is disease, or so Reich has it. Anyway the American Christians, with a little help from the FBI, put paid to him and sexual liberation, poor sod. Maybe its V’s upbringing, anyway, can’t imagine being able to coach myself to be a cool cerebral female without sexual desires, as some weird anti-sex feminists would have it. Although she wonders, as we might, how can one express sexual desire in a way that doesn’t come across as need, even oppressive need. She momentarily thinks of Thomasina and the feminist group in Argentina, then, Discipline, she thinks, she takes a deep breath, gathers diminishing reserves of mental energy from God knows where, with an effort re-focuses her thoughts and returns to her laptop and her never ending PhD: The History of Feminist Responses to Patriarchy and Conspiracist Extremism on the Christian Far Right.

The current chapter focuses on premillennialist influence on UK government policy on the human rights act 2010, gay rights, abortion, and transgender identity. In particular she is following up links she has found between premillennialists and a UK Conservative Party organization called Cornerstone chaired by the MP the Rt Hon Ian Duncan Jones. Jones is a member of the UK Government party cabinet executive and shares close ties to the True Believers, Christian Premillennialists in the USA and elsewhere.

Martha is using Nester Webster’s theories to help her understand contemporary right-wing fascist ideologies, and sees these echoed in right wing avowedly white christian think tanks or policy for like Cornerstone. Nester Webster was at one time a respected UK Establishment figure, then eventually a mystic, and is now also some what derided and known as the ‘Grand Dame of conspiracy theories’ of the 1920s. Martha followng the work of Ruotsila thinks her impact on fascist ideology persists to this day.  Webster adapted and in a sense perverted  religious premillenialist theology to develop what became a basis for secular fascist ideology, blaming socialist Christians, Bolshevik communism, Jewish Illuminati with the support of the ignorant masses, for trying to destroy Christian Civilization.

Martha is puzzled. It seems to her that the premillennialists have a dilemma. On the one hand they look forward to global chaos and the world war that will follow the work of the Anti-Christ through the activities of Anti-Christian communists and Islamic or Jewish Illuminati.  For the premillennialists this global chaos is The Tribulation that heralds The Rapture and the second coming of Christ. But, on the other hand they are beseeched by Nester and her followers to resist the work of the Anti-Christ. What do they do she wonders, incite the chaos and hasten The Tribulation or resist the chaos and delay it? And who decides, after all God works in mysterious ways

Martha can’t help but be distracted as she works, ruminations keep inserting their barbed thoughts, and she tries to resist. She had noticed a small lump in Victoria’s left breast a couple of weeks ago but had been frightened to mention it for fear of Victoria’s hysterical response. So the screening appointment seemed a godsend. She still hasn’t mentioned the lump to Victoria. But Victoria has noticed it anyway, but also hasn’t said anything. They both know the other knows but are both pretending, for different reasons, that the other doesn’t.

Martha drove Victoria to the screening appointment. They held hands as they crossed the car park. Don’t worry M everything will be fine even if it’s cancer you I’ll have it treated, totally, whatever it takes, and cured. Sure, sure I know. Martha had a bad feeling about this. Victoria was feeling surprisingly calm, she winced as her small breasts were squeezed between the plates for the x-ray. Sure enough as Martha had hoped and as Victoria had dreaded the nurse could feel the lump as well. It’s a small and mobile smooth lump Victoria, probably just what we call a breast mouse, harmless, but I’ll have to get one of the doctors to check it out and review the scan results.

We’ll need to do a biopsy to be sure … the nurse had added as if an afterthought. Victoria’s heart sank another notch … again and again as she replayed the scene, But I doubt if it’s anything too serious. Too serious Christ Almighty Victoria thought. These words felt like a hammer blow, she felt pure dread and apprehension.

Martha and Victoria exchanged a glance, we’re not out of this yet. Well if it is cancer I just want to have both of them taken off. I’m sure that won’t be necessary. Well. Don’t be crazy V. Martha seethed in silence, again she over reacts, to everything. Victoria was asked to re-attend for an appointment with the breast surgeon a Miss Strang. They returned home. After a long silence, I’ve got cancer haven’t I? Victoria claimed more than questioned, trying to hold in tears and sobs. You don’t know that. I do I have otherwise why do I have to see a surgeon. You don’t they’re just being on the safe side, you just need to wait and see what the surgeon says. This cut no ice with Victoria who was inconsolable and shrugged away Martha’s comforting hug.


And just suppose this Arachnoid Intelligence embodies the long postulated but til now never identified elixir of life,  Élan Vital of Bergson, the Orgone of Reich, the mysterious ingredient and primal life force that drove the primal genetic chaos. The genetic chaos that over millennia has been slowly yet ineptly tamed by regulatory ‘self-organization’, leading to human life as we know it today, flawed, unable to cope with modernity and self-destructive.  Suppose, unlike the neurotic and misogynist narcissist masculine psyches the feminist psyche survives The Cure, remains fertile and loving, able to revolutionize misogynist- and narcissist- inducing social vectors, and to nurture feminist psyches in even their male offspring.


Chapter 16

To recap: Paterson, Professor Sir Roy, has had Victoria put away, Martha has been impregnated by Johnson who has died and she has escaped from birthing camp and gone to Argentina to be with Tomás. Her foetus may be spiderly. The BAM-Ex machine is being deployed internationally with massive civil unrest, infections, and extreme authoritarian laws, birthing and concentration camps, widespread pandemics of infectious disease, rapidly falling populations, human sacrifice to appease the anti-Christ and restrictions with brutal penalties for sexual immorality.

Paterson is beginning to experience his metamorphosis into a form of Mother Spider, whilst they are a long way away he can sense Aboriginal shamans praying and dreaming of spiderly furures and the end of the Universe. Paterson dreams of his cannibalisation by spiderlings.

He is becoming more depraved and sexually disinhibited. He demands to see mother spider on the pre-text of undergoing extraction but realizes she is a mortal danger to him and is determined to destroy her. He is rambling delusionally about being impregnated by Mother Spider. Welch and Jones fear he is becoming a threat to BAM-Ex itself.

All must be premillennials and In Christ now. Bizarrely the narcissist Paterson is now humanity’s only hope of (at least for now) resisting totalitarianism. He is becoming his own excess, embodied jouissance and starts to secrete Mother Spider’s web and spidroins.

Paterson is now secreting fine spidroidal web from every orifice and his skin is becoming stretchy and is also spidroidal. He dreams of being eaten by monstrous nipples and suffocated by cleavage in a sexual frenzy. He is sexually incontinent.

Welch the autocrat and Jones the premillenialist politician arrange to meet Paterson at the Orgone installation housing Mother Spider. With Welch’s assistance he subjects Jones to the sexualised Orgone test but Jones becomes erectand ejaculates. Jones fails. Paterson cannot bear to be in the presence of sexualised others.

Welch senses Paterson’s antagonism and can feels the mother spider’s demand for Paterson to be radically enraptured and consumed. Paterson is seized by Welch and clamped to a table. Victoria appears to Paterson as if in a nightmare in a surgeons gown with a scalpel fully breasted and takes his penis in her cleavage making him erect. His penis is bigger than ever. Spiderlets with gaping mouths start crawling over his body and into his orifices and start eating him from the inside out. As he shrinks and desiccates he is an agony of ecstasy and unstoppable ejaculations. Victoria cuts off his penis.

Welch stands by and smiles. He senses Mother Spider’s pleasure.


“For example, in ancient India, it is written that a large spider wove the web that is our universe. She sits at the centre of the web, controlling things via the strings. In legend it is said she will one day devour the web/universe, and spin another in its place.”

Tomás, renowned artist and cosmologist and the Mother Spider’s original carer and co-inventor of CanVx, is in Paris nearly at the end of his tour through mainland Europe. He gives a lecture on the newly discovered prehistoric Argentinian Cave Spider, on its very special web, the origins of the universe, the manifestation of the Life-Force itself Orgone, and to warn of the dangers and controversy over CanVx The Cure.

There is also controversy as indigenous Indians of Argentina are there to protest. They have warned of the dangers of disturbing the sacred universe-maker The Giant Argentinian Cave Spider revered in their ancient mythical tales for its wisdom and feared for its mischievousness. What the spider has given the spider can take away.

For Tomás this speaking tour is not just about the Argentinian Cave Spider. He is also using it as a whistleblower, an opportunity to announce a call to arms for activists to resist the imminent global deployment of CanVx, being marketed as The Universal Cure of all Cancers.

Tomás acknowledges that CanVx is an incredible scientific breakthrough of great importance – the long awaited Cure for Cancer and the technological ability to manipulate Orgone, the life-force itself. But he and others are concerned that the evidence from the scientific trials on its ability to cure all cancers have not released the data on serious side effects either to the relevant authorities or to the public. These side effects, Tomás knows, include total loss of libido and infertility in most associated with personality changes with obsessive traits, aggressive hyper-sexualism in some, and probable slow virus disease leading to neurological degeneration and death. He fears CanVx is being used as an opportunity to impose mass enforced sterilization and an elitist eugenicist breeding program to by a Far Right nationalist and Fascist regime in the UK undermining democratic forces. AND He fears this will spread globally.

Unbeknown to Tomás, Welch and Paterson are already rolling out a very successful global marketing campaign across the global north, western and NATO allied countries.

It may already be too late as Tomás explains: already eminent cancer clinicians on the board of the UK Cochrane Collaboration are on the payroll of the BAM-Ex board and have made sure it is cleared for approval by both the Federal Drug Administration (FDA) approval in the USA and the Medicines Regulatory Authority (MRA) in the UK.

Tomás and others have already formed a small group of activists, the Sexual Liberationist Movement (SLM), to highlight the harms and to resist mandatory BAM -Ex cancer extraction.

He has had conversations with Martha on video calls about the political role played by premillennial extremists who have infiltrated western governments as well as the BAM-Ex executive, and is looking forward to meeting her in Paris for dinner that evening. With her political and psychological expertise she will provide useful background for material to lobby parliament and the media.

Tomás has arrived at the Pompidou Centre in Paris to a flurry of photographers flashes and a few Aboriginal protesters. The tour has been going well and has captured the public imagination. He is aware that he is being closely monitored by agents of Welch and has already received anonymous death threats. Welch is only too aware of Tomás’s opposition to BAM-Ex and of the growing Sexual Liberationist Movement and is considering shutting him down, permanently. Tomás and the SLM will not be allowed to stand in the way of either The Cure or The Tribulation.

Tomás speaks with a gentle South American accent with its Spanish blends and rhythms. He begins by describing the place of the spider in the myths of ancient history and how these and the spiders’ webs have inspired him as an artist.

The spider is present in ancient origin myths, myths of morality, mischievousness and of trickery and of wisdom. The discovery of the Tasmanian Cave Spider deep in caves of Northern Tasmania was not received well by the indigenous Aborigine population. The aborigines have had a relationship with Mother Spider for thousands of years and revere her for her wisdom and are fearful of her trickery.

He describes the nature of the spider web itself and how Japanese scientists have developed artificial webs and how these can be enhanced using material from spiders’ natural webs and used in industry and even in medicine with its unusual combination of both flexibility and a tensile strength many times greater than steel. Australian researchers have been doing comparative work on spider webs, and have discovered webs are made of proteins called spidroins. The spidroins are newly discovered proteins and the spidroins of the Tasmanian Cave Spider have displayed unexpected and mysterious properties:

“Spider silk is basically made up of proteins called spidroins. We know spiders secrete it from a gland, but how this contributes to its toughness and flexibility, and even the way it is stored in the gland before being secreted, is still somewhat of a mystery. If we want to produce it, we need to understand it.–global-spider-silk-database-a-boon-for-biomateri

Tomás describes web architecture and how it takes advantage of tensions to create spring like traps for prey and how even the build up of electrostatic charges within the web can function to detect surface charges on foreign bodies of all kinds. And significantly he then emphasizes the very real possibility and even danger that some special webs may be able to extract the potential of human cancer and to detect the illusory life-force itself. The sacred Tasmanian Cave Spider’s web has detected The life force also known as Orgone or the élan vital for the first time in human history.

He goes on to talk about the way spider webs mimic or are a metaphor for lines of connections throughout space and how they may even provide clues to the origins of the universe. He has used web technology to create installations of web structures in three dimensions used to create music. He describes ways of using Beta Attenuation Mass (BAM) monitoring to capture visually particles of matter in the atmosphere including dust and even cosmic dust and how he has combined web and BAM technology to explore other invisible and as yet uncharacterised sources of energy as yet unknown to man.

Tomás describes in simple terms Reich’s psychoanalytic theories and research on the libido, Orgone, orgasmic intensity, and the life force itself and how BAM-Ex may have detected such a force unleashing unimaginable potential for a medical role in alleviating the impacts of excessive biological phenomena such as neoplasms and cancers, if not even The Cure for Cancer as some are claiming.

But he sounds a note of caution. As with the atomic and hydrogen nuclear programs the BAM-Ex technology has unimaginable power – the potential for both good as well as harm. He emphasizes how such power can be unpredictable and must be approached with great caution.

Tomás becomes urgent and animated:

Governments must act now to ensure such technology is not deployed without the most rigorous trials for safety and safeguards. It is simply unacceptable to offer this Cancer Extraction process if it renders people totally sexually disabled, impotent infertile and vulnerable to infection. It is my belief now that using the Tasmanian Cave Spider Web in BAM-Ex in the name of The Cure for Cancer is interfering with the human life-force itself and is dangerous for the whole of humanity. Premillennial extremist think tanks are manipulating public sentiment and influencing governments across the world, are using The Cure BAM-Ex to accelerate and foment international and civil unrest. We must act now before it is too late.

By now under the heat of the lights Tomás is sweating. He is tired. Most of the audience has been spellbound. Martha, in the audience, has been spellbound, by Tomás himself.


The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun (Rev. 12 1-4) – William Blake

Martha was two years into her PhD into the history of feminist responses to patriarchy and conspiracist extremism on the Christian Far Right.

Have you ever read the Book of Revelations? Did you even know it exists, is part of the official Catholic and Anglican canons but not of Eastern Orthodoxy? Did you know the term premillennial was coined by Protestants inspired by the French Revolution who viewed it as direct evidence of The Tribulation predicted by the Book of Revelations. Did you know right-wing extremist terror groups today are killing policemen in Australia in the name of Christian premillennialism ? Is that scary? It is? It is. Have you heard of the Futurists?

Lecture by Martha in London 2023

She had come across the theories of Nester Webster. In a paper by Ruotsili she read:

“Webster’s theories came increasingly to be appropriated not just by fascist and proto-fascist groups but, from the 1930s onwards, also by a range of respectable premillennialist clergy. It looks as if she may have tried to counter fascism? But her theories ended up being co-opted by premillenialists for their own ends.”

Markku Ruotsila (2004) Mrs Webster’s religion: conspiracist extremism on the Christian far right, Patterns of Prejudice, 38:2, 109-126

This meant of course that present day extremist premillenialists are also conspiracy theorists and see the work of the anti-Christ Illuminati manifest in such events as global viral pandemics, climate change, globalized warfare and militarism, and as de facto evidence of The Tribulation at hand. They work tirelessly to spread the word, to foment violence and destruction, to hasten the coming of The Rapture. The Rapture, when those ‘in Christ’ will be saved and will rise from the dead for a 1000 year reign of peace and prosperity.

At the same time there are conspiracy theorists from the premillenialist religious cults, the far-right and the far-left, all claiming for example that mass vaccination campaigns against Coronavirus are the work of internationalist billionaire Illuminati infecting and controlling the world’s masses.

The logic can always be twisted to suit desired ends. One such logic is that it suits the ends desired by premillenialists to encourage if not incite chaos. Whilst Webster may have intended to fight the Bolshevik Totalitarianism that she saw in socialist internationalism fostered by supposed Illuminati seeking global control, she failed see the totalitarian potential in neoliberalism and the individualist libertarianism that she espoused. For most fundamentalist premillennials CanVx, The Cure, itself is the work of the Anti-Christ a Trojan Horse promising life but instead leading to death, infertility, mass depopulation of Christian nations like the UK. and globalized violence, in short The Tribulation before The Rapture. However, for some premillenialists the lure of power promised by The Cure, and the potential to re-shape humanity by True Believers is too great. For them The Cure is God’s work undermining the efforts of Global Illuminati to achieve mass control through Communistic Totalitarianism. This is because The Cure is irresistible as a tool for manipulating the sinful masses into accepting a default patriotic mass sterilization of the sinful, and global depopulation and thereby creating the potential for purification through populist elitist eugenic breeding programs.

Martha with other feminist strands believe that patriarchy and it’s necessary misogyny is the most fundamental cause of the oppression of women globally. Nesta Webster herself was avowedly misogynist.

Finally, Webster classed women as a group among the Illuminati’s dupes and pawns. Despite her exceptionally empowered position within male- dominated conservative and fascist circles, she fully subscribed to the most gender-biased views imaginable. To her, women were by nature ‘artistic and emotional’ and, although she recognized that disadvantaged education had prevented most women from developing their full intellectual powers, Webster insisted that motherhood remained their rightful primary occupation. They were unsuited to politics, she believed, nor could she disabuse herself of the conviction that what she called the ‘Primitive Woman’—the uneducated majority of women, or those unlike herself—remained utterly incapable of understanding the issues at stake and the forces at work in the premillennial age.20 Webster, like many a premillennialist cleric and lay- person, therefore opposed equal franchise for women. As she put it, equal suffrage would give the vote to the most excitable and untrustworthy section of the population, with the swift and inevitable result that the socialist vote would multiply overnight.

Patterns of Prejudice, Vol. 38, No. 2, 2004
Mrs Webster’s religion: conspiracist extremism on the Christian far right

Martha was alone and lonely since Victoria had left suddenly and very unexpectedly after her cancer diagnosis and so-called treatments with Paterson. It seemed to Martha almost as if Victoria had been abducted and brainwashed by some kind of religious cult. This resonated peculiarly with her own research on the way patriarchal ideology is promoted by extreme premillennialism except the ideology that captured Victoria’s focuses on The Cure, purification of the nation’s blood line and increasingly the criminalization of sex itself: sexual immorality.

Come to think of it maybe the two are linked: a fascist perversion of premillennialism and The Cure. She had become aware of increasing premillennial influences infiltrating central UK government and think tanks with high ranking UK politicians no longer hiding their support for so-called right wing Christian Textualists such as Christian Zionists. The Cure, causing mass sterilisation and de-population, provides an excuse to justify eugenic purification in order to not only maintain but improve human and especially Christian human stock. This might explain why figures such as Iain Duncan Jones the deputy PM were becoming so vociferous in their pursuit of The Cure and the need for more stringent sexual morality.

Ian Duncan Jones UK politician and cabinet member was the leading light in a secretive think tank, the Cure for Cancer Group, CCG, largely funded by right-wing premillennial Christian extremists. A premillennial cell had been responsible for the recent shooting of police officers investigating reports of a missing man in Wiembilla Queensland. To Martha this felt like a watershed moment. If such extremists viewed police as evil – presumably on the grounds they were for example enforcing vaccination mandates – and were also influencing western government thinking – then how long would it be before governments formally adopted their ideology and their terroristic violent methods co-opting the police and military to their own ends.

Martha knew full well that many in government and especially Jones, were also in favor of allowing the Corona virus to spread, through so-called herd immunity, regarded as ‘taking it on the chin’ and seeing it as a necessary culling of the weakest in society, a kind of Darwinian genetic selection and as progress.

Martha was still grieving over Victoria’s sudden departure. Victoria had been scared of cancer screening and had even hidden at least two letters of invitation behind sofa cushions until Martha came across the third and persuaded her to go. Screening is a good thing Martha had said The earlier they catch cancer the better. Now of course Martha regretted the whole thing. Although the hospital report had come back as ‘borderline’ and suggested a ‘wait and see’ approach Paterson had insisted cancer was already present and had urged both The Cure and the bilateral mastectomy. Victoria had been only too willing to go along with Paterson even demanding more organs be excised uterus ovaries even large bowel. She hadn’t been the same since seeing Paterson, totally obsessed with Paterson and The Cure, even being hired as Paterson’s PA and totally rejecting Martha.

As awareness of The Cure spread, so premillennial ideology also spread, along with conspiracy theories, gaining wider acceptance, blaming and attacking billionaires likes Gates and Musk, other wealthy capitalists, communists, Muslims and Jews. Civil unrest, violent protest and racially motivated attacks become more and more frequent.

So it came as no surprise to Martha when she heard that there had been a military political coup, UK parliament had been prorogued by Johnson and martial law imposed with new and severe penalties for failures to adhere to strict sexual morality laws and mandatory programs administering The Cure were announced. Martha heard that Tomás Saraceno was expressing concern about the side effects of The Cure, particularly the impotence and vulnerability to slow virus infection caused by CanVx whilst giving a series of talks in mainland Europe. She emailed him in the vague hope he might provide some glimmer of hope if not optimism. She too was becoming frightened, she had been summoned for her CanVx inoculation.

Martha approached Victoria one last time. What have you done Victoria? Martha pleaded quietly. Victoria shrugged coldly and just walked away. Martha sank to her knees, it was over. Heartbroken and more needy than ever. For some reason she thought of Tomás, she’d never met him face to face, but would very much like to. That night she dreamt and Tomás was in that dream and she woke up with an appetite.


in ancient India, it is written that a large spider wove the web that is our universe. She sits at the centre of the web, controlling things via the strings. In legend it is said she will one day devour the web/universe, and spin another in its place.”

In Ovid’s Greek myth Arachne was to be hanged for challenging Minerva but the hang rope was turned into a web and she became a spider.

In a teaching hospital in Central London Professor Sir Roy Paterson likes to think he is king of all he surveys, challenged by none to his face and despised as a poseur behind his back. Duplicitous, ruthless but a fast and efficient if crude surgeon with a burgeoning private practice specializing in cancer excisions. Since CanVx the incidence of cancer in the UK has dropped precipitously and the need for all cancer surgeries has declined rapidly especially in the public sector. In the lucrative private sector however there is a growing demand for prophylactic organ excisions despite CanVx from both men and women who have dutifully had their CanVx inoculation who are now juridically obsessed with the Law of The Cure, the need to ‘go above and beyond’ in their desire to rule out any possibility of future malignancies. CanVxPlus. And of course Paterson is only too willing to oblige, and even go above and beyond himself.

Paterson assumes a self-conscious Napoleonic demeanor as he marches along the echoey domed underground tunnels between hospital wings under Taviton and Gower Street followed by his entourage of junior doctors and students. He climbs the marbled stairs between floors eschewing the lifts with an air of disdain. He is wearing a starched detachable pure white collar, a studded white shirt and impeccably knotted Oxford tie. A dark suit and black highly polished shoes complete the image. Though his hair is thinning and he is short at 5ft four, and wearing thick heavily rimmed spectacles he still oozes aggressive malice quick to inflict crushing sarcasm and superiority at the first sign of weakness. He gives his juniors and students short shrift, abrupt and bullying. With his patients he is charm personified, a purposeful charm as he observes closely the presented array of décolletaged, licking his lips and clicking his tongue, anxious to get on and destroy, to excise those nipples of motherhood and to enframe her cleavage for his penis.

The loyal and devoted Victoria has become Paterson’s PA in his private and exclusive Walpole St Clinic. The clinic is frequented by visitors from all around the world, wealthy people anxious to be ‘fully’ cured of any and all cancer by the best money can buy. But she is concerned. She has noticed a gradual change in Paterson’s demeanor. Once the epitome of polished rectitude he is becoming uncharacteristically slipshod. Increasingly his clothes seem to sag, his skin even sags, he shuffles rather than marches and he appears thinner, baggy-eyed and distracted. She cannot help but notice, with some disgust it must be said, his almost constant erection. Please forgive me, Professor can I ask a personal question? He just looks at at her blankly,as if he hasn’t heard. She persists. How are you feeling Professor? I’m worried about you you’ve not been looking your usual self recently. Really? No, not all, perfectly fine, I’m fine, really, but thank you. She persists as she has other more serious concerns. I know I’m probably over anxious but, please forgive me, The vaccination Professor, CanVx, how was it, how … have you been for your injection Professor? He glares through his spectacles with anger. Of course, stupid question. But she thinks he’s lying for her his erections are enough proof.To have The Cure is to sacrifice the sexual, that is now the mantra of The State, for the sake of The Nation the sexual must be forgone, only children chosen by The State are to be selected for creation by choosing the purest genotypes from the very finest and most refined intelligent gene pool available. For the sake of The Nation and its future. It’s simply The Law, and she as The Law must act to ensure it is obeyed by all, and so her warrior-duty or dharma is to monitor him more closely, intensively regardless of the risks to her.

Of course she does’t know that Paterson has had the CanVx inocculation but is suffering the quite rare effect of a paradoxical excitement, hypersexuality instead of frigidity, and is beginning to feel the effect of the degradation of his central nervous system by the abnormal prion protein (PrPsc) carried by the CanVx inocculation and the consequent spongioform encephalomyelitis.

She witnesses his gradual transformation, increasing hairiness, the shuffling gait, even a strange smell, his nystagmic flickering gaze, strange unpredictable spontaneous choreatic flailing limb movements, lack of co-ordination and absent-mindedness.

Finally her spying manoeuvers pay off when she spies him through the keyhole in his study and she sure that he is sexually active. He is bending over his latest patient who seems to be strapped to the couch, his trouser and pants are down round his ankles, she is tied down and he has stuffed something in her mouth. He is grunting and jerking his arse up and down rhythmically in front of her chest. She knows what he is doing, after all she has been on the receiving end many times, and anticipates the pearl necklace which suddenly bursts forth, Victoria jumps back vindicated, not surprised, but unbale able to repress a nervous laugh of triumph, he is a traitor to The Cure and must be denounced. He turns, tumescent still and stares at the door.

His study contains glass cases of excised nipples – the phobic object itself – representing woman and the phallic mother. There is a portrait on the wall of his hero Vincenz Czerny who was:

“one of the early surgeons to perform a breast surgery, and believed the aesthetics of cleavage to be a sign of symmetry and hence beauty.“

Vincenz Czerny 1842-1915

Paterson takes more risks and becomes more bullish then ever even as his health deteriorates. Women even Extracted women still flock to him anxious to be doubly and trebly sure they are and always will be cancer free.

Paterson accelerates his program of sexual adventures and experiments in the camps for undesirables those denied BAM-E because of their cancers, crimes poverty or ethnicity. He performs increasingly bizarre sexual acts and cancer-with-sparing sparing surgeries (even so-called underboob sparing surgery as his fetish tastes expand) and injects bits of cancerous tissue back into the wounds to incite recurrence so that he can watch the cancers come back and eventually enjoy their painful death.

His behaviour is a serious crime against the state. Without telling him Victoria determinedly reports him to the local Sexual Morality Militia who consult higher authorities who nervously refer the matter still higher. His pre-eminence (plus his knowledge of the peccadilloes of the likes of PM Johnson and vice premier Jones) provides him with immunity. Instead with a certain inevitability it is Victoria who is picked up in a Black Mariah outside the clinic, convicted of vexatious intent to disrupt the peace and sent to one of the camps for the sexually incontinent and cancer-ful, deep in the Surrey Hills where the average life expectancy is less than six months and where abuse of all kinds is rife.

The underboob cleavage had become an element of Paterson’s fetish.

“In 2008, Armand Limnander wrote in The New York Times the “underboob” (also known as “bottom cleavage” and “reverse cleavage”) was “a newly fetishized anatomical zone where the lower part of the breast meets the torso, popularized by 80s rock chicks in cutoff tank tops.”

I challenge you not to feel aroused at the sight of a deep cleavage. He is talking to students. His increasingly anxiety provoking dreams have him in a bloody bath fill of nipples then naked with a full-on erection being sucked by Victoria he lectures medical students on cleavage fetish practices and the joys of savage surgical destruction of woman. His mother appears in the dream as a large wet and hardened nipple chasing him over a cliff edge and his erection rapidly subsides. He wakes up even hairier and covered in more semen than ever. He sweats at memories of childhood.

His mother’s cleavage see-sawed above as she sucked him. He remembers his mother’s pet name for his penis as a child – my little nipple – as she gently pulled back his foreskin creating intense frissons of excitement all over his body, and massaged it’s tip with oil making him unbearably hard and harder still. Over time she had advanced these massages until he was bigger and hard enough to make her come as well. Sometimes she would slap his penis down mocking him for its small size. Other times she would take him in her mouth sucking him and rolling her tongue around his corona til he came. Confusing for a child unable to escape the mother with what appeared to him as nipples transformed into a dangerous dark huge empty threatening mouth. This is when his phobia of woman and especially her nipples began.

He becomes more reclusive sleeping on the floor on the corner of his private office, crawling around on all fours. and begins to secrete sticky web from his umbilicus, and eating flies. He loses his appetite and weight but his abdomen swells and swells. His skin develops fronds on the inside of his increasingly hairy arms and legs.

Aboriginal Spider symbols and Totems used in ceremonies and bound clans together

Meanwhile the premier Johnson also behaves increasingly spiderly. This becomes harder to hide and he is disappears from public view. Suspected of cancer crimes and sexual immorality he is arrested on the command of his ambitious deputy Jones a diehard premillinarial. Johnson is rapidly and secretly tried by a sexual morality truth tribunal where he of course confesses and subsequently again of course fails the Paterson orgasm test. He becomes erect and ejaculates after quite a while whilst electrodes stimulate him painfully intra-anally. As he comes Johnson’s belly distends and hundreds of spiderlets burst out in a torrent from his umbilicus, he cries out his eyes bulge his face goes crimson he vomits green fluid and dies on the table. Result Jones thinks.

We can at this stage only suspect Professor Sir Roy Paterson may be heading toward a similar fate. The spider of destiny may have him in their gaze.



Webs of At-tent(s)ion, Tomás Saraceno, 2022. Photograph: Tomás Saraceno

“Spiders have survived on the planet [for] 400 million years, much longer than we have been here, and they will keep living when we will disappear.”

Webs of At-tent(s)ion, Tomás Saraceno, 2022. Photograph: Tomás Saraceno

Eventually Martha is re-united with Thomásina in Tucumán, Argentina. Thomásina has organised a meeting with the Feminist cell known as FreeFem. This international cell has been active on-line since the beginning of The Cure.  Internet access has been patchy but it has been clear that CanVx has found its way to other places predominantly affecting wealthy elites creating power vacuums that have been more or less filled by the military. The cell is generally liberal sex-positive, treading the tight rope between a dogmatic anti-sex resistance to patriarchy and encouraging the freedom of female choices that sustain patriarchy.  Several of the members have noted that they haven’t become frigid following vaccination, and so far have remained well otherwise.  Many have resisted vaccination and have been under threat of imprisonment but even that threat seems to be fading slightly as the security and police services become fragmented and disorganised. A few, like Martha, have been impregnanted in UK birthing camps and escaped with the aid of insiders and the cell’s contacts. There is a growing suspicion that they are somehow immune to CanVx.

Up until recently the technology for manufacturing CanVx has been controlled by Welch’s company StoreVenom but despite Welch’s objections the UK government, using powers given to it under the State of Emergency, has taken control of the CanVx plant at the Porton Down science park, in Salisbury, in the Ministry of Defence’s Science and Technology Laboratory. This is also the site of the UK Health Security Agency, which has a remit to run an early warning system for bio-weapon attacks by hostile agents and, with MRHA, is closely monitoring the side-effects of CanVx across the UK.

RUSI, the government’s most influential security think-tank has issued a highly confidential briefing to the intelligence and security agencies alerting them to the possibility that CanVx may have potential use as a bio-weapon by de-populating other countries. But even RUSI is unaware of developments at Porton Down.

The Mother Spider, resident in the installation case and heavily gravid, is busy, incessantly spinning the sturdy egg sac that in the dark dank caves of Argentina serves to protect the eggs from fungi.

Thomásina’s Arachnomancy card reading is gloomy, it predicts death, widespread death, even a global plague,and indicates arachnoid agency.  Thomásina is nervous about the spawning and how that will manifest, she wonders if the spiderlings will cannabilise the Mother. She and Welch have been in touch with the spider diviners of Ngam Dhu for their perspective on The Mother Spider and what the future holds, but they are ambiguous, yes, death, for men, but also life for ill-defined others.  Welch has expressed concerns to Thomásina about the mass infertility and the government’s breeding program in the UK, he wonders if they have moved too fast too soon. Welch recognises that since his own revelatory psychic experience and physical transformation by the web he has gradually lost his enthusiasm for and obsession with The Cure.  He is also having regular scans and reviews by Collins to check for relapse.

Thomás agrees with Welch. Yes, David, I’m glad you see the dangers, we too have serious worries, this is enforced mass sterilization, and you have heard of the birthing camps? Women are being raped and tortured by mad sadists. I have heard rumours that’s all, Professor Collins told me that he thought things were getting out of hand. Well getting out of hand is an understatement, these are concentration camps, the politicans, well known people are abusing the women on a daily basis, impregnating them, forcing them to have babies that are then taken away, its obscene. What can you do? Nothing at the moment, Professor Collins is planning a secret  meetings with some of the few remaining mostly sane MPs and some top military brass, but I’ve no idea what next.  I can’t access the plant at Porton Down any more, I’ve been banned and its under strict military control. Is professor Collins to be trusted? Who knows but its all we’ve got. Can we set up a call with him? Sure. Ok, Lets do it then, let’s see if we can put a brake on this.

Collins has had reservation on both scientific and religious grounds. On scientific grounds he has been shocked that the MHRA have approved the vaccine for roll out despite knowing about the impacts on libido, impotence and likely fertility, and in any case he still believes deep down that a universal cure should be impossible despite witnessing Welch’s dramatic cure. Surely, he thinks, nature will demand a price. On religious grounds he has been troubled because this apparently beneficent Cure is too good a fit for the deceptive apparently peace-making work of the duplicitous Anti-Christ, as described in the Book of Revelations, and his faith commands that works of the Anti-Christ must be sought out and resisted.

The experts at Porton Down Health Security Agency have been in private discussions with the military and intelligence agencies, with politicians excluded, apart from Duncan-Jones. Professor Collins has also been invited to attend both as an expert on bio-warfare and genomics, and as a trusted friend of Duncan-Jones. In a darlkened seminar room, one of the military scientists presents a summary of their findings on an overhead projector. Porton Down has a history of ultra-secret projects on biological weapons including Anthrax and viruses and nerve gases, and remains a place of mystique and intrigue even to government ministers. Here the military answer only to the military. The speaker calmly presents. We have identified two main categories of side effect, one is predominantly an effect on behaviours, and the second is a more direct effect on the nervous system.  To start with the first, as you all know there have been dramatic and very public exacerbations of megalomaniac delusions and hypersexualised behaviours in several very well known men in positions of power, in politics and in industry, individuals, including some celebrities. Some of these have been punished under the Free Sex Laws by public castration on the TV show ‘Lose your Balls’, a fate we understand that is soon to befall Johnson himself, whilst others, so far,  have only been sectioned and hospitalised.

In addition, there seems to be what might best be described as a widespread moral panic or collective hysteria in the population at large creating a major threat to social stability and possibly national security.  The hysteria present as a fanatical obsession with The Cure leading to acts of terrorism and extreme efforts to enforce CanVx mandates including several documented vigilante-style lynchings in several locations.

It strikes Collins that presumably everybody or nearly everybody in the room will have had the vaccine. On the other hand, he thinks, he hasn’t had the vaccine so maybe nobody else here has either.

The officer displays a map of the UK on the screen and, as they watch, red dots start to appear on the map, there are patches covered in more or less dense patterns of red spots, most dense in the southeast and gradually spreading out across the country with decreasing density.  What you are seeing here is a time-series showing the incidence of presentations with symptoms consistent with neurodegenerative illness. This sequential pattern matches, with an extremely high statistical probability, the location and timing of onset of vaccination programs in different parts of the country, and with a delay of onset between vacciation and symptoms of almost exactly nine months.  These findings by the Health Security Agency lead us to suspect that CanVx may contain a genetic-toxin that may be layered-down in the vaccine, perhaps a hidden amino-acid sequence that codes for a prion protein that is causing a delayed onset neuro-degenerative and ultimately fatal slow virus disease. Our scientists have been characterizing the proteinaceous material being coded for by the viral plasmid that makes up CanVx and have discovered that one of the proteins being coded for exists in two forms, one isoform of which is deformed (PrPsc) and enforces the same deformity in the normal form of the intracellular Prion protein (PrPc). AS with all prion diseases this then leads to a rapid accumulation of the abnormal form, progressively degrading the central nervous system where the prion protein concentration is highest, This effect causes what is termed a Transmissible Spongiform Encephalopathy (TSE), one of a neurodegenerative set of disorders and always fatal. They are very concerned that this abnormal form of the protein coded for by CanVx is one if these deformed Prions capable of inducing a hyperbolic wave of protein abnormalities in vivo. Examples of Prion disease in humans have been described before and include Creutzfeld-Jakob disease (CJD) which can be transmitted from infected beef and which has an incubation period of between 3 to 22 years. CJD results in a form of dementia, accompanied by myoclonic movements and pyramidal (Babinski sign) and extrapyramidal symptoms (rigor, akinesia, and choreatic movements) and ultimately death.

Characteristically there can be a delay of months or years before the disease presents with symptoms. Of course such a delayed side effect of CanVx will not have been detected by the rapid trials and appraisals being carried out by the regulatory bodies so far.   So far the main symptoms of what has been dubbed Spider Web Polyneuropathy (SWP) include mental changes with signs of frontal lobe damage with disinhibition, paranoia and aggression, an obsession with bugs and flies, leaving out old food to attract them and eating them in preference to ordinary foods, as well as unusual physical changes including the production of web like material within the lungs, the development of what appear to be two  pairs of vestigial limb buds either sie of the rectus abdominis muscles, and the development of patches of hardened and hairy carapace on the back.

Thomásina, Martha and Welch have a zoom call with Collins. Welch, himself an avowed atheist is aware and somewhat suspicous of Collins’ religious affiliations. I don’t want to sound hysterical but taking everything into account we seem to be on the verge of a global melt down. If we believe the spider-diviners of Ngam-Dhu we are looking at the end of humanity, finito in toto. Well, yes, it looks bad. Its worse than you might think. Tell us. Well, I can only speak for the UK of course, here the political establishment has collapsed and we’re at the mercy of the military who are determined to continue the vaccine roll out and some kind of breeding program. Has Johnson gone? Yes, practically, apparently he is going to be ritually castrated, with several others, live on TV. Fuck’s sake. How can that even be a thing? It’s a sacrificial warning, hugely symbolic of course.  Off grid sex for the masses is a no no. Licensed to Fuck, with terms and conditions is the new order of the day. I love that, must watch.  The MasterNarcs’ day is done, Long Live the SlavJuros. What else? A proteinaceous plague, somehow CanVx is passing on a killer slow virus that is slowly but surely wiping out the population in the UK and will do so wherever its being used.  There is no doubt, I’ve seen the data.  I don’t know how it works, the vaccine is a viral plasmid so contains viral genes and it looks like they’re coding for a protein that destroys the nervous system. It could be accidental, some talk of sabotage, bio-terrorism, and Hassibis’ AI program Alphafold was used to design the plasmid so, anyway, there are potential Russian links that being investigated. The health service is collapsing, morgues are full, pyres of people are being burned or buried in back yards and derelict wastelands. There has been a spontaneous total lockdown, whole villages have just isolated themselves but to no avail. There’s been a news blackout and the internet is pretty much down as far as the public are concerned. Its affecting all ages as well.  What news of the spider? Definitely approaching the time of spawning, it looks like the cocoon and its web-platform are nearing completion. There are likely going to be literally thousands of Giant Argentinian Cave Spiders, here, on the loose, who knows? How dangerous is it? Options are limited. Should we kill it? Could we even do that? Is it secure?  At least some in the military aren’t happy, and Duncan Jones has allies as well. It may just be that CanVx production can be stopped. Too late. Maybe.

Later that evening over a few glasses of wine Thomásina, Martha and some of their FreeFem friends discuss the implications. Why does it seem to be the most powerful men, and celebrities ands all the rest of them that have been affected so bizarrely by the vax?  It’s Spiderling Justice, The Spider wakes and wreaks revenge on the MasterNarcs, bastards, for all the harm caused by such individuals to not only humanity but other species and the planet itself.  What about Collins? I dunno, he’s a religious nut-job anyway but he does seem to be on our side, for now. Although he could be just as capable of fanning the flames of Tribulation. And what about Welch? Yeah, I know, strange one, one minute ultra keen, now nervous as hell. Good guy though? Yeah, for sure. Has his cancer come back? Not as far as I know but who’s to say. So, what do we do next. Keep tabs on Collins and Welch, and let’s get as many of our friends away from the UK and out here, David might help with that.

Tomàs can hear the web’s music gradually increasing in tempo over the days. An eerie sound reminiscent of the work of Philip Glass and Godfrey Reggio. Mother Spider herself is becoming agitated as her abdomen swells in preparation for spawning, a once in a 3,000 year event for the Giant Argentinian Cave Spider, although of course Tomás cannot possibly know that.

Martha’s pregnancy is progressing rapidly, the baby, if that’s what it is, seems to be kicking a lot, she has thought about abortion but it’s too late now.

Even as the UK population is being decimated by Prion disease and street violence, the Cult of The Mother Spider grows with the promise of The Rapture to come.

Paterson has become increasingly reclusive and is not responding to calls, spending his time between the Rayne Institute performing experiments on arousal measurement, his private Walpole Street clinic performing cleavage and orifice sparing surgeries for a variety of alleged cancers on healthy women, and the birthing camp in Regent’s Park indulging his fetish on the women selected to give birth to the babies of the Licensed to Fuck who now consist of the rather boring and grey political, industrial and military elite.

Jones coldly surveys the breakdown of social relations and infrastructure across the UK, the enforced sterilisations, the armed vigilantes kidnapping people, the collapse in public services as the government withdraws funding, and the mass demonstrations by religious fundamentalists including premillinarial elements who view The Cure as the work of the Anti-Christ, and both Far Right and Far Left conspiracy theorists who see The Cure as either the work of the Illuminati, as either an Islamic or Jewish conspiracy for global control, or the work of billionaires like Gates parasitising the minds of the masses for profit and power. Jones is actually amused, the chaos for him confirms his power. The premillinarials view the chaos as evidence that The Tribulation predicted in the Book of Revelations has truly arrived.

One of the implications of their manifesto is that women can have better (and it is suggested qualitatively different) imaginative powers to men. This, in turn suggests to Martha that the feminine psyche is structured via a different use of the imaginative capacity in forming the sense of self and relations with others.

“ … a feminism worth having must find ways of doing that avoid rote re-enactment of the old form of crime and punishment … must … expect women to be better – not just fairer, but more imaginative, than men have been”

The Right to Sex by Amia Srinivasan

The group of about ten individuals are sat around in a circle inside the studio, the light is dimmed, there is a glow and soft eerie music coming from the annexe where Mother Spider is housed. It is evening time and they have just finished eating. There are cicada’s providing a background rhythm to the Spider’s web melody. They know each other well and the atmosphere is a mixture of generous loving bonhomie and of a serious gravity befitting their task. Tomás is the only man there and has not been involved with the group before now. Martha speaks up. OK, maybe it’s a good time for us to do some work?

OK, I will try to keep this simple but it’s a little complicated, so please be patient. There are two things two strands of work that come together. At the margins of disciplines where interesting things happen as they say. I will summarise the first strand to do with Orgone, Wilhelm Reich’s concept of a previously unknown life force he claims to have detected in the 1950s. Then Tomás will bring in the second strand, his work on the Giant Argentinian Spider and it’s extraordinary web. To the background of cicadas and the eerie melody drifting through from The Mother Spider’s lair as she weaves her cocoon, Martha takes up the tale of Reich and Orgone.

So then, number one, here we have the work of Wilhelm Reich an Austrian psychoanalyst and a follower of Freud, at least until they fell out. A little bit of background though I think most of us are familiar. Reich emigrated to the USA before the Second World War and set up his research laboratory on a 175 acre ranch and claimed to have discovered the mysterious life-force itself which he called Orgone. He suggested that Orgone was an essential feature of the orgasm and that the repression of sexual freedom by patriarchal totalitarian regimes led to a deficiency of Orgone and this leads to disease and especially cancer.

“Reich argued that deficits or constrictions in bodily orgone were at the root of many diseases, most prominently cancer, much as deficits or constrictions in the libido could produce neuroses in Freudian theory.”

Reich invented the Orgone accumulator a wooden box layered with wire wool and sheep’s wool in which an individual could sit and absorb the Orgone, which he believed consisted of a previously unknown material, the bion, absorbed by the box. He became an icon of the hippie-like era of free love of the 1960s, though many latched on to the free love bit and failed to appreciate his work was primarily a critique of the harms of patriarchy. The US government banned his accumulator, but he refused to comply and was arrested in 1956 and died in prison in 1957. His book Mass Psychology of Fascism was even burned by the US government.

“These “bions,” luminescent sub-cellular  vesicles he believed were observable in decaying materials and presumably present universally. Initially, he thought of bions as  electrodynamic, or radioactive entities.”

Despite the ban on his work in the USA  German scientists have quietly continued to try and detect and measure Orgone, the hypothesized material bions, the stuff of the libido and orgasm that Reich had postulated in the 1950s. Martha breaks off. And turns to Tomás. Tomás will provide us with the next chapter in this tale, after Orgone comes The Web.

We are fortunate to have Thomásina with us, as you all know she has been at the forefront of, of well let’s say the current Tribulations and has insights into the powers of The Giant Argentinian Spider’s web. So Thomàsina thank you for coming maybe you can provide us with a summary of some of the background to your work to start with? Thomàsina hesitates, he feels a little intimidated by his academic audience, a gathering of forceful characters and intellect. She stands and moves towards the lectern and switches on the projector. An image of the Giant Tasmanian Cave Spider appears with her web

So, here we have the second thread then, after Reich and Orgone we have my work with spider webs and especially the web of the Giant Argentinian Cave Spider. As you all know I’m an artist as well as a scientist with a background in cosmology. I have explored how spider webs can illustrate atmospheric patterns, connections, networks, pollution and even give us clues as to the origin of the Universe itself.

The German researchers had heard that spider webs can detect matter using the electrostatic charge that builds up within the web, and so they wondered if spider webs may be able to detect Orgone. They knew of my work and contacted me to see if we could collaborate on a project.

“They found they could make the web strands electro-adhere to target objects made from metals, ceramics and polymers, thanks to the static electric field that arises between adjacent web strands when a high voltage is applied.”

As some of you know what happened next was extraordinary. I had been involved in the discovery of a new species of spider found in caves near Tucumán not far from here, this spider had anatomical features suggesting she is of a much older evolutionary heritage than any other spiders, and she is huge. I invited David Welch to come and see the spider, he had exhibited some of my work before in his gallery in Tasmania and I knew he would be interested. As you all know David Welch’s encounter with the spider was unexpected and dramatic, in fact David nearly died but it transpired that instead of dying his cancer was dramatically cured. I was there, I saw it happen, even though it was a week or two before we fully appreciated the miraculous enormity of the event. And Welch was a changed man. He changed radically in many ways from that day forward, and in the beginning not all of them good ways. However, to be fair to David, it does seem that he has seen the light and wants to join with us to shut The Cure down.

Now, Reich had already suggested there may be a link between Orgone and cancer and so later I discussed what had happened to Welch with the German Scientists working on the Orgone project. They became very excited and postulated that perhaps cancers and/or the spider’s web were able to transmit or extract Orgone, the life-force itself. And as you know small trials have shown conclusively that cancers in other individuals have also been cured by exposure to the Mother Spider and her web, so this is no fluke.

Now this it is important – since the web also seems to extract the libidinal energy necessary for mutual love and caring, and since Orgone may be connected to the libido, if Reich was right on this, then  Martha suspects that the web is able to extract Orgone from individuals with cancer. And if this cures cancer this suggests that cancer may be a manifestation of Orgone. So maybe cancer is caused by an excess of, or at least un-contained or uncontrolled Orgone, the life force. And I think this makes intuitive sense since cancer seems to represent an uncontrollable flourishing of a force causing limitless growth. Reich had theorized that a deficiency of Orgone was a cause of cancer and other diseases but it looks like he might have got that the wrong way round, Orgone as the essential ingredient for life, for growth, may be at the root of cancer.

Sadly as we and you now know the web‘s spirion genes in CanVx also completely destroys, at least in most but as we shall see it seems not all. the capacity for sexual desire and fertility and even the capacity to care at all for the well-being of others.

And not only that but increasing numbers of the inoculated seem to have become obsessed with The Cure and the cult of The Mother Spider, forming aggressive and armed vigilante groups across the UK enforcing inoculation with CanVx.

As you also know Welch set up the London research team and laboratory to exploit The Cure to create what has become CanVx. To summarise briefly, some brilliant work was done, admittedly witth the probably inadvisable help of AI, that combined genes from the coronavirus with genes from The Web to create an injectable viral plasmid that carries the web’s power to extract Orgone and cure cancer in the human body.

But, the current situation has become complex. First, CanVx appears to be having a paradoxical excitement effect on certain individuals – those celebrities and politicians with histories of sexually abusive behavior – leading to bizarre manifestations of sexually disinhibition behavioral in public and second, CanVx also appears to contain Prion causing a delayed Transmissible Spongiopathy not unlike Creutzfeld-Jakob disease and eventually a total breakdown in health and death.  This has had a devastating impact on the UK and other nations have shut down their borders.

Martha, can you say a few words about the psychological aspects of this. I’ll try to keep this simple and just briefly summarise where my thinking is at for now, bear in mind this is a work in progress, so feedback will be most welcome.

So far I would say that some of the phenomenon we are witnessing can be partially explained with a psychoanalytic aspproach and that this may be helpful to us. Take as a first step the human condition itself as rooted in psychological and emotional Lack which paradoxically creates a drive to Excess. At the same time, the human biological condition, as with all other life forms , has its evolutionary origins in a life-force, the mysterious element that causes life to be life and causes life to strive to persist no matter what barriers face it. I would argue that the human’s Excess, as life-force, is Orgone rich because of the Death Drive. This is found only in humans. Humans have an unstable libido, and fragile easily damaged possibilities for caring. The human psyche (masculine anyway, the feminine is more complicated) has four possibilities – neurotic, psychotic, narcissistic or juridical. Each psychic structure responds differently to anti-Orgonic forces. The psychotic may even be immune so may even survive The Tribulation. Pure excess in the form of the narcissist is released like an atomic chain reaction.and destroys from within, the neurotic caring individual is transformed into the robotic juridicist who identifies with The Law, ‘is’ The Law itself obsessed with maximizing it’s implementation. These juridicists are now The Law of Anti-Orgone, the Spider Mother, The Cure. The pathologies of juridicism explicated by the philosopher Hegel have become endemic and pandemic of destruction. The feminine is another question altogether.

philosopher Hegel have become endemic and pandemic of destruction. The feminine is another question altogether.


Extraction Macht Frei

“Life is not just about matter and how it immediately interacts with itself but also how that matter interacts in interconnected systems that include organisms in their separately perceiving worlds – worlds that are necessarily incomplete, even for scientists and philosophers who, like their objects of study, form only a tiny part of the giant perhaps infinite universe they observe”

(Dorian Sagan, A Foray into the Worlds of Animals and Humans, with a Theory of Meaning, 1934)

We are trying to learn about spiders’ behavior and net making and we would like to learn more about the origin of the uni-verse

In the UK, for several years now, there has been worsening social unrest year on year and this is reaching a crescendo of instability. The UK is the worst performing nation in all of Europe with multiple strikes and demonstrations with disruption to travel and a general degradation of public services. Anti-social behavior is rife, town centers aren’t safe places anymore and vandalism to public property is a commonplace, theft and drug addiction are all on the increase and are paralleled by evidence of political corruption and tax evasion by the elite and wealthy. The economy has nose-dived since the breakaway from the European Union and recovery from the Covid pandemic has been slow. Unemployment rates are soaring as more businesses go to the wall. There is nervousness about the stability of the banks and people are withdrawing their money opting to buy property, gold or silver.

The government’s response to this civil unrest has been to become even more authoritarian, ramping up the nationalist racist anti-immigrant rhetoric and doubling down by refusing to award living wages, by reducing access to welfare benefits and reducing funding for the public health service and local authorities for maintenance of basic infrastructure. The town centers are rapidly becoming derelict, litter strewn, weed infested, with closed shops and broken windows. Public toilets, libraries and community centers have been all but abolished in their entirety. During this time the UK government central executive has increasingly centralized its power and enhanced the personal power of Johnson appointing personal cronies into positions of power and to the House of Lords where laws are finally ratified and bypassing the already weak and inept democratizing influence of the cabinet.

The ex Labour leader and socialist Jeremy Corbyn has called for a campaign of peaceful daily anti-government protests. In more recent times Johnson himself has been subject to litigation on the relatively trivial charge of intentionallylying to parliament over illegal parties held in no.10 during Covid lockdowns. He had been found guilty and suspended from parliament. Nonetheless he retains powerful support within the Tory party and in the face of worsening social unrest the Cornerstone Group, extra-constitutionally, lobby the new King, sympathetic to the government, to declare A State of Emergency under the Emergency Powers Act 1920.

Then in a swift move taking both the media and the government’s political opponents by surprise the King agrees and suddenly declares A State of Emergency. Johnson immediately resumes his position as executive chair despite protests even from some within his own party, and immediately prorogues parliament, again, banning elections, imposing severe penalties for civil disobedience and initiating the arrests of key political, union and student leaders, including Corbyn. Ensuing demonstrations are broken up violently by the military and in a few instances protesters have been shot and killed. Amongst the masses however, Johnson’s popularity remains high. His speaking skills and personal charisma and blokey charm have made him seem likeable and he has something of a personality cult following especially amongst the working class right-wing, racist and avowedly patriotic. Emergency Powers are granted to the incumbent political executive on the constitutional grounds that “there is an imminent danger to the security of the UK being threatened by internal disturbances”. Johnson is appointed by the King as President Pro Tempor. He preaches a sermon of British nationalist unity, redemption and the promise of Poverty and Cancer Free UK (CFUK) within a year under the populist slogan “Abolish Poverty! Abolish Cancer!”

At the same time the government begins to produce propaganda arguing for a well-born or eugenic approach to improve the UK’s human population through genetic selection. And of course the term ‘national redemption’ is simply code for a positive eugenics policy to select the well-borne (the root of eu-genics) and a negative eugenics effectively euthanizing or letting weak genetic stock die out. Laws are passed rapidly to prevent more asylum seekers reaching British shores regardless of the risks of drowning in the English Channel and to round up and deport all asylum seekers and undocumented asylum seekers from British soil.

The government then initiates a policy promoting highly recommended, but officially voluntary, childlessness for the masses to accompany the introduction of the CFUK campaign, and to prepare the population for its coming CanVx induced infertility. The government claims that this scientific breakthrough and its novel technology offers a solution to not only cancer but also by reducing the population dramatically offers a solution to a range of issues: climate change by reducing western over-consumption, unemployment, poverty and of course the welfare bill.

The British government had previously appointed Andrew Sabisky a well known authority on eugenics as an adviser to the British government confirming a eugenic element in the Conservative Party. In 2016, Sabisky praised the “boldness” of The Welfare Trait —a book published by King’s College London Professor Adam Perkins, which claims welfare dependency can be bred out of the population. He argued that:

One way to get around the problems of unplanned pregnancies creating a permanent underclass would be to legally enforce universal uptake of long-term contraception

This eugenics trend in UK policy has been encouraged by Johnson. In a speech at the Centre for Policy Studies in 2013, while he was Mayor of London, Johnson said, “Whatever you may think of the value of IQ tests, it is surely relevant to a conversation about equality that as many as 16 percent of our species have an IQ below 85 …” and government advisor Cummings wrote, “Once we identify a substantial number of IQ genes, there is no obvious reason why rich people will not select the egg that has the highest prediction for IQ.” Furthermore in 2018, then Tory Party Vice Chair for Youth Ben Bradley claimed in a blog post that Britain would soon be “drowning in a vast sea of unemployed wasters,” before telling poorer families, “Sorry but how many children you have is a choice; if you can’t afford them, stop having them! Vasectomies are free.”

With Johnson as President (Pro Tempore at least) The Britain First CFUK (Cancer Free UK) campaign begins with its slogan “Abolish Cancer, Abolish Poverty!” This is introduced with great carnivalesque fanfare.

It is claimed that a simple jab and a follow up booster will eradicate cancer both potential future and actual present. Advanced cancers might require further booster shots to compete the job. Providentially the jab also induces infertility which the government lauds as a huge coincidental benefit and something to be embraced enthusiastically. The government’s authoritarian control is belied by its apparent but illusory green credentials and anti-poverty messages. The advertising campaign mentions, in the small print, potential side-effects including changes to libido. It distinctly does not mention that this side effect is actually the universal obliteration of the libido. This is to all intents and purposes a well disguised forced sterilization campaign, with the utter loss of libido an unmentioned unmentionable unintended effect, one which will have unpredictable social consequences.

Things are actually a little more complicated than that as we might imagine. CRAC iwth its obsessive army of CFUK volunteers under the guidance of the MHRA are monitoring responses to The cancer vaccination and have found that the effects of CanVx, appears to be somewhat inconsistent. The initial wave of vaccinations has been targetted at those with the most advanced cancers, with remarkable, if not miraculous, success on curing the cancers. There is a moral panic fed by the mainstream and social media for people to get CanVxed urgently to offset any possibility of cancer starting. As a result, initially, there is a wave of social chaos as vaccine supplies run low, there is burgeoning black market,there are street protests which are quelled with force, and the military are brough onto the streets. The government makes it clear that vaccine production is being accelerated, more volunteers are recruited, and vaccination is made mandatory by law.

Johnson and the inner circle of ‘Cornerstone’ Christian Nationalist acolytes recognize that a eugenic campaign of this nature also requires a parallel positive eugenics, the harnessing of the best genes to be well-born, to improve the UK’s human stock. And there is much debate on the best ways to achieve this. A GRO, Genetics Records Office, is set up. It’s mission is to find ways of harnessing British genetic material to enhance first cultural and intellectual performance, and secondly, the efficiency of a future workforce. A seed harvesting program is planned to organize the collection of the material identified by the GRO. Quotas are set regionally for CanVx vaccination rates and volunteers are sought to augment the security and healthcare workforce in order to implement and accelerate the program.

As the vaccination campaign gets under way there is a rapid increase in the number of ultra-enthusiastic volunteers prepared and willing to ensure that quotas are reached, or better, exceeded. At the same time news spreads that the loss of libido accompanying CanVx is nearly always total and permanent. Some of the unvaccinated begin to revolt against the campaign. This leads to an intensification of anti-government protests by students led by activists, those not yet arrested, by religious movements, by right-wing individualist libertarians, even arch free-marketeers and corporate billionaires, and a variety of socialist left-wing anarchists. The government swiftly passes legislation without any recourse to parliament, which has been prorogued, to criminalize any action that hinders the progress towards population reduction and cancer abolition, and the military are deployed to assist the police using increasingly aggressive methods.

The monitoring research agencies are finding that responses to the vaccine are varied and puzzling. So far it appears that cancer is being cured in all cases where there has been a proven diagnosis, in terms of the concerns about infertility and libido, it is clear that most men and women become impotent and sexually frigid, and where both partners in a couple have had CanVx this doesn’t seem to disrupt their relationship at all, and it has been noted that such people are particularly keen to volunteer to work for CRAC to advance the CFUK program. However, there are appears to be two subsets, a minority of men and a minority of women who react paradoxically to CanVx, women who retain their arousability and fertility and men who become hypersexualised and voraciously sexually abusive.

The researchers have found that the vast majority of women who have been arrested and detained because of recidivist non-compliance with the CanVx laws and then forcibly vaccinated remain sexually arousable (measured using studies being led by Professor Paterson of The Rayne Institute, UCH, London), and continue to ovulate and it is presumed to be fertile, despite higher doses and repeated inocculations.

There is also a small group of both men and women for whom the CanVx effects appear to be relatively short-lived, with sexual arousability and cancers returning after a perid of between a month and six months, requiring further CanVx shots.

At the same time, the researchers have privately noted that follow up on CanVx outcomes on men associated with positions of power, men in science, industry, business and government has revealed a measureable minority who seem to have become hyper-sexualised by the vaccine, exhibiting embarrasing and disinhibited public displays of abberant sexual behaviour and abuse. These cases are being brushed over by the police and the courts, and the government is known to be drawing up legislation to make sex a legal entitlement for men regardless of female consent. The women imprisoned for non-compliance are of special interest to these hyper-sexualised males in positions of power, and the women knonw as The Whores are gathered together in special camps. The fertility and desirability of these women renders them as potent objects of both abuse as well as potent objects of future fertility and procreation. They form part of the population selected for genetic screening and potential seed harvesting by GRO. In the meantimelaws are rapidly passed making sexual activity a crime punishable by death for the masses. It is possible for men to pay (a lot of money) and obtain a license to fuck (LTF) as long as in addition to paying the license fee they pass the stringent genetic criteria drawn up by the GRO establishing sufficient IQ and white British heritage. The infertile masses at large accept these developments as being for the good of the nation, for them the main issue is CFUK, regardless of the consequences. Indeed the CRAC volunteers appear to relish the work of detecting the non-compliant, male and female, even organisisng spy networks and vigilante groups to sniff out unlawful sexual activity.

Arthur, Martha’s brother-in-law works as a mathematics lecturer at UCL, and is an avid supporter of Tottenham Hotspur the North London football team. He watches a lot of TV these days. His children are pretty grown up at 17 and 19 but still at home. Property being too expensive for youngsters to buy, or rent. He likes a beer. They live in a modest house in Wimbledon and his wife, Fiona, works as a veterinary nurse. It’s a Saturday morning, no work, just the Australian Grand Prix on Sky Sports that afternoon. It’s frosty outside so he snuggles up under his duvet and watches Fiona getting dressed. He fondles himself as she slides her backside into some briefs, she turns to face him, breasts bare and inviting, he slips his hand off his penis. Oh well he thinks, maybe I’ll have a wank when she’s gone. Haven’t you got that appointment at 9.30? Oh have I? Hang on a minute. What time is it? Oh shit yeah, can you drop me off? With great reluctance and feeling a bit stiff he lowers his legs to the floor and peers through the curtains and the condensation at cold grey Wimbledon suburbia. Shivering a little he staggers a bit awkwardly to the bathroom.

They don’t speak much in the car, absorbed in their own thoughts. The traffic is heavy as usual, bumper to bumper down the A41 to Garston Medical Centre and they grind to a halt as the lights turn red, again. So, how do you feel about this jab then? Haven’t you got your appointment yet? No, don’t know why. Very odd. Maybe they’re getting blokes done first. Easier have the jab than not. I heard they’re going to issue certificates like they did with Covid and they’ll be needed to fly or even go to footie. Oh dear can’t miss the footie. Fiona laughs. She laughs a lot. He just grunts. No I can’t. I did hear about the sex side effects though. Well we’ve had kids and there won’t be any more anyway. Fiona’s sex drive hasn’t diminished much and neither has Brian’s. Brian remembers the previoius evening and puts his hand on Nina’s high. That feels good she says lightly stroking his crotch with her fingertips. Take more than a jab to cool you down you randy old goat. She laughs.

The medical centre is busy and Arthur joins the queue. The jab itself is a brisk affair, CanVx, efficiently and painlessly administered, Made in the UK. No allergies? No. You might notice some itching at the site of injection for a day or so, and their can be a reduction in your sex drive for a few weeks but that passes. Brian just grunts and smiles sheepishly, he’s always pretended to be a bit shy around women, he thinks it’s an attractive look. And he does have a cheeky little boy charm about him. No cancer then. He states. No no cancer now or forevermore amazing isn’t it? He’s aware of a prickling sensation in his testicles and wonders what’s going on and his penis is starting to feel electrified. It’s all he can do to stop himself rubbing his crotch. He stands up briskly. Thanks then. No problem. The genital sensations have subsided by the time he reaches the front door and walks out into the damp chilled air. He takes a deep breath and strikes up a brisk pace to keep warm, hands in pockets, it’s only a twenty minute walk home and he’s looking forward to stretching his legs and to hearing the birdsong in Ash Close Woods. That’s just amazing he thinks, if it’s true, The Cure for Cancer, blimey.

Martha awakes, alone, from an erotic dream, sleepily she thinks of Victoria, and still aroused and frustrated by enforced celibacy she slowly masturbates to a gentle climax. Only then does she lower her legs to the floor and remember what the day holds for her. She begins to ruminate on Victoria’s sudden departure. None of it made sense, she’s screened ok, told nothing serious maybe something just to be watched, then Paterson for fuck’s sake, says needs to have both breasts removed. Then, wham, this change. Coldness, manic insistence on her being screened as well. And now The Cure. Are The Cure And the recent government coup by Johnson somehow connected? What’s Victoria doing now, working for that weirdo Paterson, . And the phone call from her sister Fiona. She must ring her back. She gets back into the still warm bed and picks up her phone on the bedside table next to the photo of her and Victoria in happier times.

Fiona hi it’s Martha. Hi. Sorry I missed your call how are things? Hi Martha, not so bad thank you. The sisters were brought up in Norwood and Fiona has retained her South London accent. On the other hand Martha’s accent has softened considerably after spending time at University and living abroad in New Zealand for a while before her first major break up. So, what’s happening? There a pause, uh oh something’s going on, Martha thinks. They don’t often talk these days. It’s Arthur I’m not sure what to say really, being a bit unusual maybe, for him anyway, I think is the best way of putting it. How so? Well, it sounds a bit daft but he’s lost interest. In what? Well, you know how he normally never misses Tottenham home games and now he’s missed two on the trot working as a volunteer for the CFUK program chasing up non-attendees or something. Martha pictures Brian wearing his Tottenham scarf over his donkey jacket smiling sheepishly. And he seems a bit obsessed, going to meetings, talking about population control being the only way to save the planet all that kind of stuff and he’s never been interested in politics before, thinks it’s a load of bollocks. Or did. Fiona’s account rings bells. Victoria and Arthur? Sounds familiar. Fiona, you know Victoria left me right. Yeah. Yeah, well, she was just like that, obsessed and off sex completely. Really? Yep, just has Arthur, you know, been a bit less affectionate? Another pause. To be honest Martha that’s been the worst thing, normally he’s like quite randy sex in the nighttime sex in the morning and I, well it’s been great, but since his jab, nothing not even a flicker. Have you talked? Well sort of yes I have but he just says it’s the jab, just a temporary effect. What about you have you had your jab yet? Martha visualizes the screening invitation now in the bin in the kitchen. No, not keen myself not sure what to do, maybe I’ll go maybe I’ll take my chances on the cancer side of things let nature be as it were. No, well same here to be honest, I don’t fancy it at all but Arthur says it’s the law now anyway, and people can be fined for not going. Martha isn’t shocked nothing this regime does would shock her now, although the rumors about genetic screening and gene harvesting have rung alarm bells. The voluntary childlessness campaign had had an impact on pregnancy rates already. Some of her activist friends have been arrested and forcibly vaccinated. A lot of people are suddenly being arrested or disappeared.

Martha as an academic has been selected for preliminary genetic screening prior to her CanVx jab. The governments Gene Harvesting Program is rumored to be selecting women in certain categories. There have also been rumors of illicit so-called birthing camps, sex by and for the powerful, but she thinks this is just fanciful. Already she has evaded two appointments but now she has had a red letter warnng her of the consequenes of non-attendance and a visit from the neighborhood CRAC team.

She is exhausted on her way home on the bus. She’s been genetically screened but no results as yet. She has to wait twenty four hours and following that fully expects to be given the jab. She doesn’t know what the gene tests shows, maybe looking for a percentage of white Britishness combined with genes showing IQ? She’s not sure.

She is on the top deck of the bus sitting opposite another woman, young and attractive, and their eyes meet. They are alone. She had been at the clinic too. Soon there will be no sex for either of them, they know it, both young and desiring. Martha sees the woman’s legs long tanned and lithe stretched out into the aisle and glances at the outline of her breasts no bra, shapely, nipples erect and arousing. As she falls asleep, she feels her own nipples harden and a warm intense clitoral twitch and squeezes her thighs together. As she sleeps she dreams. She moves to sit beside the woamn so that their thighs are touching. She reaches out a hand and meets outstretched needy and scared fingers. They look at each other. Why don’t we make the most of the time we have left? She runs her hand further up the woman’s thigh all the way to her pubes, no panties. Mm let’s. She sleeps soundly, her head gently bouncing off her scarf cushioning the bumps from the window as the bus roars along.

Later that day Martha meets Victoria. Victoria was reluctant but eventually agreed to meet in the coffee shop just a street away from the clinic in Walpole Street. Martha hardly recognizes her, so gaunt with dark rings under eyes, the baggy blouse over a dark grey long dress and pumps. The clothes hide her disfigurements from multiple surgeries. They go to the counter and order drinks, hot chocolate for Martha Earl Gray with lemon for Victoria. Martha orders a muffin. They find a small table with two chairs by the window, They sit in silence. What’s happened to you? Have you had the jab yet? No, not yet, I’ve just had my genes screened though, but I don’t know what happens next, … do you? Good, The Cure is Here. Then in a quieter voice: We must Let Her Will Be Done. Aah, yes, right, well … err, is it true about the birthing camps ? Victoria is sitting primly. No make up no jewelry. And she speaks in a monotone. Even avoiding eye contact. She doesn’t answer. Have you met someone else? No, of course not. Have you had the jab? Of course, the Professor gave it to me himself. Martha sighs, tit for tat answers and this is getting me nowhere. Anyway Victoria, it’s not good enough to just stand by. Martha speaks very quietly. Isn’t The Cure just a cover for some kind of plan to impose forced sterilization on the masses whilst Johnson and his ilk are engineering some kind of Superman clone or race or something. She takes Victoria’s hands in hers, they’re chilled and damp, Victoria pulls her hands away. The Cure works I’ve seen it with my own eyes, anyway I’ve got to go. They stand awkwardly at the little table, and both edge crabwise towards the door. Outside there is the city noise of combustion engines, of people jostling for a pathway along the pavement. Martha tries to give her a hug but only hugs a bony unresponsive husk, bony spine, shoulders and ribs. No warmth. No softness. Victoria looks almost saddened for a brief moment, or was that her imagination. You’ll get arrested Martha, there’s a death penalty for treason against The Cure, or, I warn you, you will be taken to one of the camps. So there are camps, she has heard horror stories of so-called mercy euthanasia of the old, weak, of undesirables, and other camps for women, set aside for the Gene Harvesting Program, and perhaps even other camps, so-calle dbirthing camps. Martha releases Victoria from her grip. Take care Martha remember The Cure, we must all make sacrifices. She walks off briskly. What sacrifice?

A day later Martha receives a text with an appointment at the clinic to see the doctor at 9am the following day to discuss her genetic screening results, attendance is compulsory. This makes her nervous, very nervous. Should she run. She rings Fiona. Fiona is nervous too, Arthur has become more distant, and she has received her vaccination appointment.

Martha doesn’t sleep well that night but resolves to go to the appointment anyway, she thinks it doesn’t make sense to risk the Black Maria turning up and being arrested, what harm can it do just to get the results. She knows she is lying to herself. Am I trying to show how brave and resilient I can be. Fuck it. Let the bastards do their worst.

Martha can see reports of the success of the CFUK vaccination program in the government controlled media. Can it be true the population is already falling, it’s only a few months since the program started. Maybe the euthanasia program is being more effective than she’d like to think. It’s becoming clearer from accounts on illicit social media channels that the impact of CanVx on the libido and fertility is severe and long-lasting if not permamnent. Strangely though this news is accompanied by a steadily increasing wave of opinion that this is a good thing. Those who have lost their libido don’t seem to miss it and are keen to volunteer to ensure the governments vaccination quotas are met. The armed forces and local militia are rounding up individuals for the voluntary euthanasia camps, and arresting and disappearing dissenters. In general people are scared of voicing their concerns, the government has issued warnings and claims to have installed a widespread web of informers and recording devices to detect traitors and dissidents spreading disinformation.

Paterson is taken on an illicit trip to the camp by the premier Johnson and now Vice President Iain Jones. Paterson’s peccadilloes are well known and he knows they’re known. He doesn’t care and in any case the camp excites him. The premillinarial leaders officially disapprove but many of them also frequent the camp whilst others turn a blind eye partly to curry favor with those in power. Paterson indulges in hyperbolic destructive tortures, undertakes surgical experiments with orifices and nipple destruction, mastectomies and cleavage preservatyions.

Johnson and Jones, with their allies in the Cornerstone Group see themselves as only possible seed stock for the next generation, a better purer British race. They are the well-born. Johnson et al do take the CanVx publicly.

Johnson is reluctant, he knows that as a rule a loss of libido as well as fertility is a predictable side effect but he has made The Cure a central pillar of his regime, so it appears he has been persuaded to be filmed having his CanVx jab. Already unlicensed sexual activity has been outlawed. He has a license to fuck and has visited the birthing camps on several occasions to sow his seed in fertile loins, he believes the CanVx won’t affect his sex drive simply because he believes he is indestructable. As his sleeve is rolled up he makes a quip about looking foward to slipping something else in later and grabs the nurse by her buttock. Just to remind ourselves that there is already a law sanctifying licensed men’s entitlement to sex without female consent. The camera looks on impassively as the CanVx is injected. Johnson looks pole-axed, he grabs his crotch as his penis suddenly hardens, he ejaculates inside his pants and falls off the chair writhing as if in agony. Fuck fuck fucking hell, is all he says. The emergency seroivces, on stand by rush him to hospital, it takes three days for his erection to subside and even then he remains semi-erect. As we might imagine the film is not made available to the public, but is carefully stored away by Cummings. Johnson returns to his office in number 10, noisily bumptious, demanding daily visits to the closest birthing camp where his sexual appetites, increasing daily, take up more and more of his time. His behaviour is becoming unpredictable and Cummings increases the personal praetorian-like guard and keep him from public view.

Some of those in powerful positions respond to CanVx by experiencing an amplification of their libidinal demands – a paradoxical stimulation ranging from sexual excitation through to tremors, hallucinations and convulsions, even death. They are the exception that proves the rule. The outcome reinforces the narcissist’s desire for omnipotence. Psychically he becomes more arachnoid than a sentient self-aware human, a hunter, and physically experiences arachnoid manifestations. Those in power see their duty to lead and procreate their stock with the healthiest female stock they can find. The Gene Harvesting Program has been directed, following the advice of eugenic geneticists and the likes of Sabisky, to focus on White British Ancestry and IQ selecting women in their 20s and 30s for the active harvest in birthing camps and older women for simple ova harvesting for in vitro fertilization.

The politicians and otheres with enough money and the right genetic code are given the License to Fuck and access to the so-called birthing camps to perform their duty, to ‘enjoy’ debasing and impregnating genetically selected arousable and fertile females. Women are selected based on a combination British heritage breeding and intelligence. The genome must show a British Ancestry of over 70% and an IQ of over 110.

The women impregnated will have their babies taken from them at birth. To undergo CanVx is seen as the ultimate symbol of patriotism and loyalty to the regime and the enhanced humanity of the future. Those without CanVx certification (apart from the political elite and their most powerful supporters) are unable to access services, use leisure facilities, travel, access bank accounts ot state pensions, or work legally – to dissent is to be in the underworld of the black market, criminalized, marginalized and hunted down.

Paterson no longer finds pleasure in extracted women who are no longer fully woman and so no longer fully function as his phobic object. Hence his turn to the camps for full-women. His desires become more extreme as the exposure to CanVx has an opposite effect – his pure narcissistic psychic structure reverses the flow of the life force directing even more libidinal excess into the circuits of his psychic and biophysical structure and relations, intensifying his anxiety and subjective destitution, the feeling of dreadful morbid doom-laden imminent disaster and emptiness when faced with the complete absence of any guiding cultural norms with which to construct an identity, a sense of selfhood. He is given cartes blanches at the camps to satisfy his need to destroy and consume. Several of the political elite, not surprisingly, share his narcissistic structure and demands and have their own versions of phobic and fetish objects to be found in and on the bodies of the women in the camps upon which to feast themselves. They don’t realize but exposure to CanVx only paradoxically exacerbates their libido, unleashing arachnoid changes.

The unlikely revolutionary pairing of Jeremy Corbyn ex leader of the Labour Party and socialist and Lord Sumption retired Chief Justice and right-wing elitist leader of the sexual liberationists are arrested. They are publicly vilified and made to undergo explicit libido testing in public on mainstream TV. They are tested for their orgasmic response using the test devised by Paterson – they both fail of course and become a dramatic spectacle for the masses to enjoy. On TV their genital are exposed and become fully erect as the anal electrodes are switched on and they climax and ejaculate on screen. A dramatic climax. Having failed the test, their genitalia are in full view swiftly and cleanly amputated as both punishment and deterrent designed to terrorize . They are then then sent to the sacrificial camp, a final resting place, where their deaths will appease Mother Spider.

Stories spread of other camps and other atrocities in the UK, USA, and other places where undesirables are being segregated, forcibly sterilized where sometimes people are denied the valuable cancer-extraction the sacred tool of Mother Spider, whilst in others The Cure is also, because of its sterilizing effects, seen as a tool for effective population culling. There is talk of animal and then human sacrifice to feed The Mother Spider’s will. The cult of The Mother Spider feeds a premillennialist religious dimension into the ideologies of developing fascist regimes across the world, regimes which in cleaving to The Cure sow the seeds, metaphorically speaking this time, of their own destruction.

The night before her appointment at the clinic Martha contacts her friend Tomás Saraceno via a colleague at the University that she knows to be a left-wing feminist and political activist and who is in hiding. Tomás offers a focal point for those resisting The Cure. Just to be in touch with Tomás gives her some moral courage. He offers some hope. He too has come to see The Cure as a terrible weapon unleashed on the world. I’m going to the clinic tomorrow Tomás, its my appointment for the genetic screening results and the jab. I thought you said you would never go. I know, I did, but so many of my friends have disappeared and I’ve nowhere to go, I’ll just face it. Have you heard of the birthing camps? She doesn’t reply. Look, Martha, come here, get on a plane. I can’t, I dont have proof of CanVx vaccination, and in any case I think flights in and out are severely restricted if they haven’t stopped altogether. Well look call me immediately after your appointment let me know you’re safe. OK Tomás, I will. By the way its Thomásina now. Oh my god really, you’ve decided? I have, I’ve had some sperm frozen just in case, and I’ve started the transition properly. I’m so plessed for you, a brave thing to do I’d say. Well it feels like it’s now or never, you take care and ring me. I will, bye now. Bye.

The next day Martha rings Fiona again and gives her Thomásina’s contact details – not to be shared with Brian – in case she or Nina needs help. She draws a deep breath as she shuts the house door behind her, not realizing she’ll never cross that threshold again. The bus journey to the clinic feels slower, bumpier, jerkier and more claustrophobic than ever before.

She walks slowly from the bus stop as if she can postpone the inevitable. Once inside the receptionist takes her details and, smiling and politely asks Martha to take a seat. After an interminable twenty minute wait a buzzer goes and she is directed through a door, into a dimly lit corridor. A disembodied voice calls out from behind a slightly open door : This way Miss Peirce. She exits the corridor and to her surprise finds herself outside. Four uniformed men surround her and bundle her into the back of a van. She has been selected for procreation being genetically pure enough to merit a stint in one of the birthing camps. How stupid stupid stupid she berates herself silently. Why didn’t I run when I had the chance. She cries silently and in the darkness can make out the outlines of four other figures, women like her, scared out of their wits.

Martha finally escapes from the camp, with the aid of Thomàsina and her feminist cell. Some of the guards in the camp are women who have had CanVx but have retained their sexual drive and strike up a friendship with Martha. They act as if as obsessive about The Cure as anybody but sympathise with Martha’s plight and feel oppressed by the regime, its paternalistic structures, its ban on sex for themasses ands the abuse of the inmates. One of them agrees to contact Thomàsina who helps to organise a pick up for Martha by her femnist collegues in the UK. But too late, she has been impregnated by Johnson himself. She has been one of his favourites. The sexual acts have been oppressive, shameful and non-libidinal, non-erotic, he hissed as he orgasmed several times showering her in copious streams of web lke semen, poking and scratching her buttocks, his fetish, like the part-spider he has become, eyes glazed, hair spiky, going bald, grunting and obese. His excess as narcissist has been transformed and magnified into an arachnoid-like life-force. Martha is aware of strange feelings inside as she travels with Thomàsina to a safe house in Argentina and suspects the foetus is not fully human.

She tells Thomàsina about the pregnancy and her strange sensations. Thomàsina senses spiderlet straight away, but doesn’t say anything. This nightmare has been foretold in the cards and in her dreams.


Welch’s second meeting with The Mother, a consultation with the oracles from Africa and Tomás’s Arachnomancy cards. The geneticists breakthrough and the set up of the Company Extractas Biosciences. A trip to meet Nggám dú in Cameroon. The spawning? Airborne spiderlings in the jet stream. Space as a solution to over-population. Tomás time with NASA on a project looking at extra-terrestrial colonization. Strife and religion. Check ch 9 first. The political situation in UK. [they’ve shut down parliament and imposed martial law.]

Welch, as with other extractees embodies The Law and is cancer-immune. He has power and is possessed by or even ‘is’ the Demand to spread the word. This is his raison d’être, his dharma as Mother Spider warrior in chief. But he has moments of psychological confusion when emotions make an appearance and he feels uneasy.

Welch is at his desk in the suite overlooking the art gallery MONA, his creation, looking down absentmindedly at the visitors below milling about on the terrace. The sun is shining and all is well with the world. He puts the phone down and gathers his thoughts. He wonders if Paterson’s optimism is justified. It looks as though things are going well at the London end. Paterson seems to have the ear of the powerful and Johnson the Prime Minister is keen to blow the Britain First trumpet. StoreVenom has flourished with a healthy portfolio of investors and with a combination of youth, creativity and scientific expertise has produced remarkable results. He is still trying to get his head around the science, at least in outline, but the main thing is it works, it cures cancer.

Cheryl Hayashi, a key member of the research team and a spider silk geneticist at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City has explained it to him in simple terms. As he understands it, genes in The Mother Spider’s silk web code not only for the web protein Spirion but also, uniquely amongst spiders, code for something still as yet uncharacterized, the element that cures cancer. The scientists have postulated that this may be a previously unknown hybrid protein incorporating half-metallic elements. Physical Chemists have been exploring how to improve half-metallic properties using something called atomic doping to enhance conductivity in order to improve the performance of computational devices but with little success. It is known that spider’s silk web has conductive properties but none as powerful as The Mother Spider’s. They have discovered that her web contains the material, Niobium Oxyfluorides, known to reduce electronic spin flipping, this stabilizes the half-metallic properties and creates unheard of increases in conductivity. Cheryl had suggested that perhaps with the discovery of this web and its genes we are a step closer to grasping the mystery of the life source: Orgone, or Élan Vital, and maybe the origin of the universe itself.

“The phenomenon of half-metallicity arises in some magnetic materials where the material is conducting for one electron spin direction, either up or down, whilst semiconducting or insulating in the other. This concept was first introduced in 1983 and the spin control properties of these materials play a crucial role in the field of spintronics.”

Journal of Material Chemistry C June 2023, Dempsey, E. Cumby, J

The spider silk geneticists have shown that The Mother Spider’s web genes can be spliced with viral genes to make an injectable viral plasmid. This uses a technology that has been used to effect already on patients with genetic disorders. And the Mother Spider viral plasmid, apart from early glitches has performed well in early trials. He runs through this again in his mind, clicking the pieces into place like a giant jigsaw puzzle. He suddenly feels tired, drained. He leans back in his chair feeling anxious all of a sudden and rubs his eyes. Something is nagging at him, doesn’t sit quite right. Mass sterilization and infertility, globally, no more children. He hesitates, no more children, letting it sink in, it feels like a nuclear option. Welch is having some bad dreams, tormented by incidents where he meets old flames, his parents, even his son. The distorted memories make his stomach turn. In the dreams he’s desperate to please them, care for them, but meets only scorn, he behaves naively, finds himself unable to solve simple tasks, he tries and tries again but always fails, and is ashamed of his weakness, embarrassed. When he wakes up he still bears the burden of those dream-failures, the traces of shame and feels anxious, confused and low. He tries to shake it off and refocus. It’s as if something has switched off his caring side, his love gene as it were, he can’t quite figure it out. Since his encounter he feels he has shut down emotionally, cold and hard. Even with his closest family, his wife Aleysha and his son, it’s not the same. He has to make a mental effort to re-focus and to concentrate on the day ahead, on his goal, to do the Mother Spider’s will, to lead the fight, to follow the science just like the Atomic Scientists at Alamo in their search for the bomb, to roll out the cure for cancer across the world. He tries to forget the shame of those dream-failures, memories and rejections.

Welch is also obsessed with a need to re-unite, or confront The Mother Spider again but Tomás isn’t sure if he should.

So, Welch travels again to meet with Tomàs at his studio in Argentina where the main research lab and manufacturing facility have been set up. They sit together on a veranda in the evening sun, drinks in hand, humid air and the sound of crickets all around. Tomás muses on the cricket as a source of edible protein and thinks that it might be worth throwing some on the barbecue. Welch in the meantime is more focused. Paterson’s done it. Welch is exuberant. He’s bloody done it mate! he exclaims in his Ocker’s Strine. He might be a bit bananas with all that religious bull dust but he’s come up with the goods. Tomàs is quiet. The research program has been more effective than he’d anticipated. He feels overtaken by events, even dismayed. He looks at Welch, What have we actually done? Done mate? They’ve bought the whole caboodle, and we keep the copyright. We’re talking $1.8 billion of dividends a year, so that’s major moolah. up to a million CanVx jabs per day, and that’s just Old Blighty. Just think, in a year the UK will be all but cancer free, and then there’s the USA, Russia, even China. But Tomás is worried about the fallout. Yes, I know, cancer free is good, I get it of course I do, but what about the impotence, the loss of the sex drive, childbirth, the population, that’s going to a problem, no? Welch looks at Tomás wide-eyed and shrugs. No, well, yes, it’s just necessary and it’ll be dealt with. The Cure combined with total control over sex is going to be our salvation in the end. You’ll see. Sure, there’ll be protests but in the UK, that bugger Johnson and the fanatics are all over it, I reckon they’ll shut down parliament and impose martial law next. Sex is finished, for the masses anyway. Officially it’ll be a Zero Cancer and Zero Sex Policy. Jesus H Christ David come on, that’s impossible, people will never accept it. Well, they’ll have no bloody choice mate. Anyone caught sexually active will be forcibly extracted, or hung out to dry mate, or even deliberately infected with cancer and left to die like the poor Tasmanian Devils. Christ Welch they’ll be bloody riots and then what happens when people stop having babies? You’re right mate, it’s gonna be a war zone. My guess is they’ll use Paterson and his mates to front up a patriotic plan, a plan to save the nation. I can hear Johnson ranting now. Maybe some will want to risk cancer and stick with the sex, maybe those who’ve had the jab won’t even miss the sex. I bet they’ll use something like genetic fingerprinting to identify the right kind of woman, a woman who can be inseminated by selected elite sperm then once they’ve birthed they can be extracted or eliminated. That’ll maintain a population level. Up to a point. They’ll find a way. I’m damn sure those rich bastards will find a way to sow their bloody oats. Tomás has been listening spellbound and horrified. You mean a kind of genetic engineering program. Who’s going to do all the work like food, energy, water production, health, waste, transport, comms. Where the labour force? Where’s capitalism in all this? Don’t worry about it Tomás, not our problemo, I reckon this is just the way it has to be, good or bad doesn’t come into it. Sure, they’ll decide whose genes, create a separate de-sexed workforce, whatever, maybe reinvent ways of making money, and meanwhile Paterson and his religious nut-jobs, the little Hitlers, are going to have a field day cutting down all resistance. Oh my God, Tomás holds his head in his hands, What have we done? And what about the spider now then? What do you mean? I believe The Mother Spider is making enforcing and predicting our future. How, is that a problem? Yes, it is. But how? Welch has been wanting to re-connect to hear what the future holds.

Tomàs has been finding ways to communicate with the Mother Spider using Arachnomancy cards and now finds his own nightmares are becoming more intrusive vivid and dystopian. The spawning is due soon. His dreams of waves of spiderlets covering the surface of the planet suggest The Tribulation and The Rapture may see the rising not of the human dead from their graves but the rising of the more terrible extinct ancestors of the Argentinian Cave Spiders.

2019, 58th International Art Exhibition – La Biennale di Venezia, Venice, Italy · Curated by Ralph Rugoff

“The cards are an instrument of mediation, one of the many ways to consult spider/web oracles. Spider/webs are the mouths through which the spider eats and the oracle speaks. The oracle is a messenger between perceptual worlds, transcending the reciprocal blindness between life forms. Spider/webs weave worlds of vibration in tune to the astral scores. Sense new threads of connectivity, or else face the eternal silence of extinction. As life draws lines on your hands, so the spider draws lines on your future. The Arachnomancy reading is written through the silken threads of the spider/web”

The authentic narcissists in society will be affected radically differently by their extraction and become more obsessively voracious for their fetish and destructive of their phobias. Welch is however transformed into a myrmidon for The Mother Spider. The true narcissists are rare, Paterson is a good example. Their psychic structure can be thought of in terms of the human’s imaginative relations with Laws that provide a measure of stability for a sense of self. Sadly for the narcissist this imaginative relation has been forbidden access to the metaphorical Law of the Father which, by a process called castration, is the gateway to the social symbolic world of a culture. This is forbidden because the Mother has exerted a more powerful phallic impact on the child’s psyche drawing him (always a he) back inexorably towards her. But to be with her again would be to face the impossibility of identity and to become a nothingness. So the Phallic Mother appears to the narcissistic child as a horrifying gaping bottomless mouth containing his subjective destitution. To avoid the anxiety this fate causes, the child employs a displacement strategy and adopts a phobic object to destroy that represents the Phallic mother and a fetish object to provide a simulacrum for castration by the Father. The narcissist is afflicted with being faced by the horror of the Phallic Mother, and the hopeless and aggravating failure of finding a sense of self via a Law that only he can create for himself. The Mother Spider’s web conducts the narcissist’s excess life energy but uniquely for the narcissist the Mother Spider is also sensed by the narcissist as a manifestation of the Phallic Mother herself. This causes the flow of excess, the life force, to reverse. The web ends up injecting further excess back into the narcissist creating even more intense hyperbolic increases in levels of anxiety, of fetishistic and destructive behaviors in an orgasmic and eventually lethal frenzy.

Can- ExtractTas Biosciences is becoming globally pre-eminent. They hold the copyright for the viral plasmid CanVx and have sole access to The Mother Spider the essential ingredient for the CanVx manufacturing process. They have the Mother Spider that controls the web, She is the ancient oracle, the gaping mouth, man’s nemesis. And Mother Spider looks ready to spawn potentially cannibalistic offspring. This is making both Tomàs and Welch nervous.

The roll out of the CanVx campaign begins in the UK, the advertising campaign to begin with is relatively non-authoritarian, the emphasis being on The Cure for cancer and a CFUK (Cancer Free UK). To begin with the sterilization and sexual impotence effects are acknowledged and the program is aimed at those in older age groups who have already had children and perhaps the best years of their sex lives, ready and potentially grateful for the chance to live without the pressures induced by even flagging libidos. However, The Cure, like the atomic and hydrogen bomb is too powerful and too profitable to keep under wraps. The US, China, Russia, having agents and lobbyists well embedded in the UK government, all know about The Cure even before the UK cuts the first deal with Welch, They lobby Welch for supplies of CanVx. And it seems that CanVx can only be manufactured in a location where The Mother Spider is able to spin fresh web. After about 12 hrs of being spun the web loses its ability to extract the life-force and cancer. This means manufacture of CanVx for now has to take place where The Mother Spider is, in Tucumán.

In the coolness of the evening after a light meal in El Portal on Av. 24 de Septiembre 351, Tomás and Welch make their way back to the studio. This is housed in the Casa de Tucumán, where the The Congress of Tucumán issued the Argentine Declaration of Independence on July 9 in 1816. Tomás has reluctantly agreed to do an Arachnomancy Tarot card reading for Welch in the presence of The Mother Spider. What do you think will happen? Tomás asks as they near the entrance. Welch slows down, and hesitates. It’s a good question he thinks and I don’t have an answer. It’s just something I have to do, he says. I want her approval and urge to be praised by her for doing a good job. He thinks these thoughts but doesn’t share them. Then he speaks out. I just think we need to find out as much as we can and I’m curious. But you nearly died last time. Nah, this time’ll be different you watch. They approach the building in the full moonlight and Welch looks up at the building suddenly feeling nervous. What if She isn’t happy with me? What then? Tomás too is nervous. His nightmares of the spawning and the flood of spiderlings spreading across the globe are never far from his mind. The Mother Spider has started to construct the cocoon in preparation and she has become more restless. She is still producing web but Tomás wonders what will happen if she stops spinning. Once they enter the Casa de Tucumán they have to go along several narrow corridors towards the studio annexe. There are security guards who check their ID and then the way is barred by a heavy door and a sophisticated entry panel. Tomás enters the code and they enter. They enter into a still shaded coolness just a dim light casts shadows in the Mother Spider’s eyes installation, a huge glass case mounted on a raised platform in the center of the hall. As they enter The Mother Spider stops her work on the cocoon and turns towards them then moves slowly to face them. She taps on the glass with two of her front legs. Welch walks forward towards Her. Tomás watches anxiously and doesn’t move a muscle. The tapping continues. Then Welch stops and drops to his knees. Tomás crossed to a table and picks up the Arachnomancy cards. The tapping becomes faster and Welch reaches out his hands touch the glass, he is only a few inches from The Mother Spider looking into her eyes. He can see her swollen abdomen and the surface swirling with the movement of thousands of spiderlings waiting to be spawned. Welch can feel something pushing his thoughts insisting on taking his thoughts and replacing them with only one thought I amThe Cure, I am The Cure, I amThe Cure, he starts to say this out loud repeating it quietly like a mantra.

As Welch and Tomás anticipated there emerges a period of political chaos and upheaval. It takes a while for news to spread, and for the implications to sink in. The potential for Cure and absolute prevention of Cancer accompanied by both mass sterilization and sexual impotence proves a heady mix. The anticipation of cure is enhanced by fear, of death by cancer, and people tend to be risk averse and lured by offers of cure and prevention. The loss of libido, impotence, and fertility is perceived by many as a hard to believe threat, surely not, most think, not me anyway. With time, of course those who have had CanVx feel they have to justify their decision, and in any case no longer have a libido and so can’t miss it and so it’s loss doesn’t appear to be a problem. At least not for the de-sexualised, their sexual partners are of course frustrated and relations suffer. Those who have had CanVx also become obsessive and strict adherent and advocates of the CFUK campaign and The Cure, obsessed beyond what could reasonably be expected if it was simply a matter of self-justification. Previously fringe groups, such as The Church of Euthanasia and the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement (VHEM), become suddenly much more mainstream. One of the louder messages emerging rapidly in the social ether being that mass sterilization via The Cure is the best solution to the harmful effects of global over-population on not only human welfare but on the climate and the welfare of other species. Soon the cacophony of conflicting voices reached new levels of intensity – voices demanding access to The Cure, voices condemning The Cure as the work of The Devil, voices claiming The Cure is the long awaited Human Extinction Program in action, voices insisting that The Cure is implemented universally, voices calling for selective genetic harvesting to create a well-born more intelligent physically healthier and more capable population for the future.

In the USA Trump with right wing premillinarial backing including Christian Zionists has already bought in CanVx and is setting up vaccination centers across the USA. Trump has already collaborated with The right wing Christian textualists and premillinarials to plan a military coup and to set up camps to isolate immigrants and non-Americans. The Jews are nervous, there is a collective Jewish memory of the Holocaust, as well as of the Lebensborn and Euthanasia programs to create a racially pure Aryan Nazi Germany. If the CanVx process is to cure cancer for the righteous and at the same time is a mass sterilization program then who will choose who procreates to sustain population levels and what must be done with the non-Christian? Meanwhile Tomàs still has control over the Mother Spider, and Welch has set up extraordinary security measures around the studio, research laboratories and manufacturing plant which have been moved to a ‘secret’ location.

Welch heads for the USA, China and then Russia to set up deals for CanVx export expansion. But he goes via Africa to hear the spider diviners of Somié, Cameroon, the Nggàm dù using the web portal. His skin is becoming itchy, and his walking gait has subtly altered, smaller steps slightly jerky shoulders stooped head tilted to one side, in an intentional rush.


Destruction of Woman

2021, Serpentine Gallery, London, England · Curated by Rebecca Lewin Tomàs Saraceno

Professor Sir Roy Paterson sits back in his plush chair in his office at the Oncological Venomology Unit in The Rayne Institute Central London. He puts the phone down, coughs, licks then purses his fleshy lips, as if deep in thought. He can hear sirens on Gower Street.

Everything is going pretty well he thinks. His star is in the ascendancy, although he feels a bit peculiar, with headaches, some flashing lights, stiffness, persistent stuffiness and cattarh and a dry cough which has made his voice hoarse. Oh well, probably just a cold. He says out loud.

Professor Collins has told Paterson that Welch’s StoreVenom researchers have succeeded in producing the viral plasmid combining genetic material from both web and coronavirus and had already completed production of the first samples of the anti-Orgonic Cancer Vaccination, simply known as CanVx. StoreVenom have tested CanVx in Africa over a one month period, under the radar, on several subjects suffering with apparently incurable cancers. There were a few initial hiccups, a few deaths even, not unexpected with the relatively unpredictable and dangerous gene-spliced virotherapies, but the dose has been adjusted, and it has, as if miraculously, now totally cured several advanced cancers.

In a standard memo Collins had briefed, and prepared, the cabinet on the technology :

Treatment of patients with this class of viral trans-gene plasmid therapies has resulted in severe adverse effects and, even in rare cases, death. These modalities range from vector-based cancer therapies, to treating monogenic diseases with life-altering outcomes. The introduction of specific cell function-altering genetic material into a patient, by in vivo delivery of the therapeutic gene, the transgene of interest, leads to their expression in cells, which serves to confer a desired effect, but we should note that these effects are often more unpredictable than appreciated.

The only thing is, Collins explained to Paterson, it appears that at least in its current format CanVx has a potentially very significant side effect: the complete obliteration of the sex drive and possibly even fertility (a side effect Welch couldn’t help but notice following his own dramatic experience of The Mother Spider and her web in Tomás’s studio.) Collins also suspects, but doesn’t mention possible psychological side effects as well. Collins informs Paterson that NICE have agreed to phase 1 trials, but before the MHRA will grant regulatory approval of CanVx they want clarification on the sexual issue, as it were. He asks Paterson to set up a pilot study looking into this, but isn’t too worried. Cummings and Duncan-Jones, the deputy prime minister have tasked him to ensure that NICE and the MHRA will expedite the roll out of CanVx as part of the CFUK campaign. Side effects, after all, must be expected and some collateral damage will have to be tolerated when the prize is so great. In any case he has been given to believe that his role in these will be rewarded handsomely. Collins also doesn’t think the sexual problem would be a game changer in terms of marketing The Cure to the UK government, but still foresees trouble ahead in terms of selling the idea to the public. How many people would rather risk cancer than give up the pleasures of the flesh? He also, given his own expertise and in a rather dark line of thought, wonders about the potential of artificially created viral-web generic chimeras to create an airborne infectious version of CanVx, creating a tool, even a bio-weapon, of enormous power.

I hear you’re giving the sermon to The Brethren old boy. I am, touching on The Cure as we need to be prepared. I agree, but many won’t you know. Sad to say many will be upset with me, and I’ll no doubt be asked to recant. I can understand why, this whole business feels like it has the touch of the Anti-Christ. I agree, even so, a decision must be made. A personal decision based on faith and love of Flag, Family and ancient traditions. Yes. My decision has been made, The Cure will only manifest through the thought and efforts of those in power. It is up to us to lead the way, to innovate, progress is essential and will involve pain and sacrifice. Amen. Both men shake hands, brethren no longer perhaps? For them, perhaps, faith in man’s infallible ability to construct a progressive world seems to have won the day. The nature of progress being, of course, open to both corporate and religious interpretation. Though no doubt personal motives must muddy these particular waters.

Collins goes on: This has been a phenomenal advance. Truly remarkable, uncanny that the Coronavirus proved to be the one. Apparently the Artificial Intelligence input made a crucial difference identifying the right viral genes to splice with the web genes They’ve somehow managed to map the genome already and even incorporate The Mother Spider’s DNA, the genes responsible for her web production, into the DNA of a corona-viral vector to produce a viral plasmid stable enough to be injected into humans. Paterson just listens. This plasmid is apparently powerful enough to trigger a cellular response that appears to silence whatever it is that is sustaining cancerous growth, even of advanced cancers causing them to regress and ultimately vanish. If that’s true this is a truly momentous advance of unimaginable potential. They’ve call it the Anti-Orgone effect apparently, based on some research by Germans into Orgone, which I’ve always thought was a myth by the way. Anyway, whatever, they say they’ve tested the vaccine on several individuals though nothing is in the publjc domain. Thing is Paterson they have been very surprised by a marked impact on sexual function in all of the recipients, it just knocks it out completely, don’t know why but there it is. Thing is the MHRA want a quick study here in the UK to assess this possible sexual side effect on some, shall we say, naturalized Britons, to see if this is a consistent finding. Ah ha. Paterson utters quietly. As you can appreciate Professor if this really is the case then it’s a tricky one but the powers that be are very keen to roll this out ASAP, Britain First for a Cancer Free UK and all that. What we want you to do, without too much fuss as it were, and of course in absolute confidence, is a quick and dirty study in your Rayne Institute Lab, maybe just as few as five individuals, no longer than a month six weeks say. Simple idea, I’ve asked a sexologist to get in touch with you who knows about these things, measure sexual arousability, give the jab, then repeat the test. If it’s so bloody clearcut we’ll have an answer for the MHRA straight away then they can fight it out with the PM’s lot. As far as we’re concerned if it cures cancer it’s a goer regardless of any sexual side effect. I’m sure we can persuade enough people to manage without sex if we offer an ultimate Cure for Cancer. Well … Paterson begins but pauses, he knows damn well he wouldn’t give up his sexual freedom for the sake of some Cure, life wouldn’t be worth living. Well, what? Professor Collins continues. Let’s get this all wrapped within a month, OK? Ah right, says Paterson croakily, his throat is dry and he coughs, No problem. But really, if it does destroy the sexual function won’t this be a bit of an issue? Well it won’t be our problem so let’s just crack on and get these tests out of the way and hand it back to the MHRA folk eh? Paterson shrugs. Of course, sure.

Paterson strokes his thighs through the fine worsted wool of his tailor made Saville Row suit. He feels his gifts of diagnosis and even prophecy are expanding daily, though bizarrely they seem to remain unappreciated by his peers, and he has a healthy, and wealthy, waiting list for his personal brand of beautifying breast resections. There is the matter of the rather annoying General Medical Council and Royal College disciplinary hearings, but he has friends in high places who owe him favors. His thoughts turn, as they do more frequently day by day, to cleavage and his sexual appetite which seems to be increasing all the time. He holds out his hands in front of him for inspection, they tremble and seem to be becoming hairier. He sees a fly buzzing by and follows it abnormally quickly, his eyes, flickering and he experiences a buzzing in his ears, then he rubs his eyes, noisily salivates, clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth and licks his lips. His sexual proclivities have become more intensely demanding than ever. He rubs his groin, penis tingling and thinks of masturbating. It seems as if his sexual organs are being stimulated by the SpiderWeb bra itself. Certainly every time he drapes it over breasts, fastens the straps and switches it on he feels an intense jolt through his testicles into his organ, an pro-orgasmic rush and an insatiable desire to fuck cleavage. Then he thinks of Victoria’s cleavage, fashioned by him, in the ante-room next door, the reception to his private Walpole Street clinic, and presses the buzzer. She too is feeling a glow of self satisfaction, basking in the glory reflected by Paterson and his genius. She has noticed the crescendo in his lascivious demands. He now wants her to watch and record on film his encounters with ‘willing’ patients. She has also noticed that he seems to be changing physically, slowly but definitely. He is looking more gaunt, losing weight, his movements and gait seem more intense, rapid and jerky. And she is sure his hair has become much drier, spikier, and she has noticed his runny nose. a stringy kind of catarrh. The buzzer goes and she immediately gets up and walks in anticipation the few paces to his office, her heels clicking, checking and adjusting her cleavage as she goes. As she enters he looks at her and drops his eyes to her décolletage, a deep exposed cleavage lined with a very low cut black silk bra. He is leaning back in his chair. She waits then he signals her to come forward. He doesn’t need to say anything, she knows. She bends over in front of him and unbuttons his trousers then once she has released his semi erect penis she stands upright and unbuttons her blouse so that he can inspect the cleavage between her breast implants. This is a familiar routine. He has given her especially large implants and as she squeezes her breasts together he hardens, his nose runs, he dribbles, and blows his nose. But he doesn’t want to touch her yet as for now the gaze on this object is quite sufficient. Very nice indeed if I may say so. I’ve been very pleased with you Victoria, his voice a little husky.

He pushes himself up, stiffly, out of his chair and lies down on the eighteenth century chaise longue, allowing his ever more imposing penis to stand up erect, a signifier of demand. Victoria, recognizes the sign hitches up her skirt and moves on top of him, legs either side of his waist. She leans forward and leaving her low cut bra on takes his penis and bending forwards slides it upwards smoothly into the inviting ready lubricated crevice of her cleavage. She caresses him and pushes her breasts together tightly to encompass him, not altogether unaroused herself. The head of his penis bobs up and down in front of her face. Mm thank you Professor I can see you’re pleased. She wants to please him.

She pleasures him slowly to near satisfaction. Then abruptly and in a rather jerkily spasmodic movement Paterson pushes her roughly and gets up tucking himself away with difficulty, penis still erect, he is breathless now: I’d like you to take part in a clinical trial I’m conducting Victoria. He coughs then continues without pause, or a trace of irony. It’s just a quickie. Victoria wipes up the copious semen, more than ever, that’s another thing she’s noticed, from her neck and upper chest – the proverbial pearl necklace. He continues still panting, and tucking his organ away, now subsiding, into his trousers, You don’t need to know this of course but the powers that be have reason to think that the cancer extraction is also, bizarrely, extracting sexual potency. This is potentially of enormous significance as you can imagine, though I can’t see it happening myself, damn thing seems to have the opposite effect on me. Anyway, so, I need to do a few quick experiments to keep the goon squad happy, so we get to test some interesting new equipment on lucky you my dear. Victoria purses her lips and crinkles her eyes in what she likes to think of as a display of attractive coquettishness, as she slowly buttons up her blouse, her own arousal slow to fade. Of course Professor I’d love to. Well, Paterson continues, they’ve managed to manufacture the CanVx injection and I’m taking delivery of the first batch very soon, and after today’s test, a baseline measure of sexual arousal, the vaccination will be your next Treat, and then we’ll repeat the tests. Victoria certainly has no doubt that her own usual very healthy, sexual drive has diminished since having her breast cancer extracted. Nonetheless she still becomes aroused when being fucked, albeit a titty fuck as she thinks of it, in the cleavage. Beckoned by Paterson who finishes buttoning up his trousers, she finishes buttoning up her blouse and follows him down the corridor to the lab. He is walking stiffly jerkily as if urgently arms swinging out sideways and with a sideways slant, he appears deranged but intent, focused.

We should be amazed by the speed of scientific progress here. The Human Genome Project technology has been used by Welch’s company Extractas BioSciences to rapidly map the genome of The Giant Argentinian Cave Spider, now often simply referred to as The Mother Spider. Cheryl Hayashi, a spider silk geneticist at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City, is among the researchers and has found The Mother Spider’s silk genes contain short stretches of DNA. These are called motifs and vary between species in number and in their exact sequence. Interestingly she has postulated that the analysis also supports the provocative idea that The Mother Spider’s web may have attained its miraculous anti-cancer properties when a virus invaded its ancestor’s cells, and left behind some of its DNA with the DNA of its scorpion like progenitor. This would be in much the same way some spiders are thought to have developed neurotoxic venoms. Florence Débarre, a theoretician who specializes in evolutionary biology and works at CNRS, the French national research agency, unearthed the data, which consist of genetic sequences posted in GISAID, a virology database, by Chinese researchers. Hayeshi has found by combing through the genome database that the closest known matches to the Mother Soider’s spider’s anti-carcinogenic genes are viral, the largest viruses having as many as 200 genes. So, perhaps it is viruses that hold the key to The Cure and unlocking the nature of the life-force, Orgone or Élan Vital, a force now being unleashed on humanity by the Mother Spider.

The UK Tory Party Cornerstone Group and others from the Far Right of the Party have been contacted. or lobbied to be more accurate, by David Welch on a secure video link, about the cancer vaccine CanVx. He has offered the UK Govt exclusive access, offering a few intangible benefits to the honorable members to lubricate the process: women, holidays all expenses paid, even men and so on,, for the right price, and he has even suggested a strategy for successful implementation. Welch has quite rightly perceived that the Far Right are the most likely to exert effective pressure on the beleaguered prime minister suffering a marked decline in popularity since the fiascos of both Covid and Brexit. Welch has convinced them on the basis of secret trials carried out mainly in Africa, that the SpiderWeb technology works extraordinarily effectively on all cancer. He explains how the geneticists working with Tomás and others have developed a prototype cancer vaccine based on a viral plasmid. He shows them a short video showing how, by gene splicing spider DNA from the web onto viral DNA an injectable plasmid can be created. And how this can then carry the web genes into cells where they will effectively terminate Orgone’s cellular effects sustaining cancerous growth, causing cancers to regress and disappear. Welch has persuaded them that this injection will not only eradicate existing cancer but also, he believes, prevent any future cancers developing. He is upfront about the likely impact on sexual appetite and possibly potency, but sees this as a potential political advantage to the Far Right. He suggests that in the right climate this is quite likely to create an atmosphere of civil unrest possibly necessitating, for security reasons, the enforced proroguation of parliament and even the imposition of martial law, effectively propelling the Right-Wing in to uncontested absolute power. along with Tomás, Welch strongly suspects that Orgone is necessary for both the development of cancer and the libidinal function of the human sexual instinct, and that the cancer viral vaccine plasmid effectively extracts Orgone from the body.

Reich in the 1940s thought that it was deficiency in Orgone (libido) that caused disease but he had got that the wrong way round. Orgone is the long postulated but until now never identified life-force itself. This is the excess that accompanies life itself that manifests most evidently physically during sexual acts in orgasms and as persistent cancerous growths and psychically most evidently in narcissists in the form of hyperbolic anxiety ridden fetishistic perversions and destructive phobias.

Welch suggests to the MPs, who by now are all agog, some intensely excited and some intensely nervous and some both, that with the right preparation and support from certain sympathetic academics and security think-tanks the population at large could be persuaded using the potency of fear as the driver, that there is an imminent cancer epidemic, that it is a patriotic duty to attack the problems of both over-population and of cancer, that cancer may be infectious and can be spread by sexual contact and therefore is primarily the fault of the sexually immoral and the liberal minded social classes, and to accept that implementation of the CFUK program requires firm policing and appropriate legislative sanctions for non-compliance.

Paterson has been briefed by Professors Cameron and Dillon chairs of the OncoWeb NICE committee, NICE (National Institute for Clinical Excellence), and the The Medicines and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency (MHRA) respectively, the UK government quangos tasked with assessing the safety and cost-effectiveness of this rather novel medical intervention. He has been given to understand that the Prime Minister’s office is insisting on the speedy and urgent purchase of CanVx the cancer vaccine. The Tories, and especially the PM, are desperate for some dramatic news, to distract the masses from the economic crisis, the aftermath of the pandemic and Brexit. And they have a suspicion that this new technology may do a lot more than just distract the masses. Not only could it be The Cure, it has potential to be a kind of nuclear option, the tool they need to wield power and accumulate unimaginable wealth much more securely and fundamentally. So, the politicians are also very interested in not only its ability to eradicate cancer but also to ascertain its suspected effects on sexual potency and fertility. Behind the scenes the Prime Minister and certain cabinet colleagues of the Cornerstone Group, are pressing for urgent progress on the Zero Cancer Campaign for a Cancer Free UK (CFUK). The government’s popularity is waning rapidly even as it cranks up its nationalist and racist anti-migrant rhetoric, and as the economy goes into a post Brexit/Covid recession leading to mass strikes and the beginnings of civil unrest. The Tories need a crisis to regain the initiative in the polls, a war of some kind. Cornerstone and the security thinktanks want to harness public sentiment for the sake of national security, as they see it, and to impress the USA. They have hinted that even a Cancer Pandemic, possibly infectious, and an exclusively British Cure to match would be rather helpful. The security wallahs at RUSI (Royal United Services Institute) have expressed concerns about the potential civil unrest that could be provoked but the government feels that with persuasion RUSI long honed skills at manipulating public sentiment can be relied upon to manufacture the necessary evidence and nationalist propaganda. Cornerstone’s political heavyweights, following their brief, combined with the successful NHS commission of CanVx could provide the basis for a major political coup and, in addition, set the scene for a much needed more prosperous relationship with the USA. They aren’t so naive as to think that Welch hasn’t also offered ‘exclusive’ access to the USA maybe even Russia, India or China, though this won’t stop them and the PM claiming a world beating moonshot for a CFUK and a British First Past the Post success.

In response, in the first place, Paterson with the help of the sexologist recommended by Professor Collins, has set up a preliminary program to test the feasibility of measuring female sexual responsiveness. He is sure that male sexual responsiveness is easy to measure, the response being a fairly obvious visual cue, and they can deal with that later. Woman poses a different problem. Although Victoria has had a partial cancer extraction her arousal seems relatively intact. So Paterson plans a before and after arousal test on Victoria to see if injecting her with the viral plasmid CanVx affects sexual arousal and function.

Paterson ushers Victoria into a darkened room. He closes the door behind them. They are alone and in the dim light apart from a glow from some electronic equipment and a running projector shining an image on to the ceiling above a couch. He puts a hand on her shoulder and guides her to the couch. If it’s OK then there are one or two tests, quite quick and simple. Take off your clothes and lie on the couch Victoria. He watches. She quickly slips off her dress. He adds. And underwear, that’s it. She lies down naked feelings the cold of the plastic on her back and buttocks. Victoria looks up, a projector is already set up and running and on the ceiling above her head is a bright white rectangular projection with the acronym CFUK 2023: Female Potency Vaginal photoplethysmography (VPP) – Study 1. Paterson smooths back his receding hairline with a bony hand. He coughs as his voice is a little croaky. Good, ok so.

Paterson is using Vaginal photoplethysmography, the primary method used to assess female genital arousal. a method developed by Palti and Bercovici in 1967.

Palti, Y. & Bercovici, B. [“Photoplethysmographic study of the vaginal blood pulse”], “American Journal of Obstetrics & Gynecology, 97, 143–53”, 1967

Now, Victoria, are you comfortable? He reads from a script. I am going to show you an erotic film made by a woman that contains not just an act but a significant amount of foreplay. I want you to pay attention, if you like imagine you are the woman being aroused in the film. and relax. In addition I want you to use your fingers to gently massage your clitoris. Then he touches the inside of her knees. Just spread your legs for me. Victoria. She is already wet and aroused and enjoying the attention. She spreads her legs wide. He reaches over and parts her labia and massages some warm gel into her clitoris and she moans quietly. Now this will feel a little cold. He inserts a vaginal photoplethysmograph with a light source and photosensitive cell on a vaginal probe. wired up to a monitor to measure changes in vaginal blood flow, the indicator of arousal. With his hand slowly working on his own erect cock he uses some more of the same gel and watches her masturbate increasingly enthusiastically in the darkened room.

At the enquiry into his cleavage sparing surgery the GMC take a dim view and threaten to suspend him from clinical work and even to strike him from the medical register unless he desists. They are mindful of his high standing amongst the public and medical community though and merely offer a warning. Paterson feels more infallible than ever. The CanVx trials are thus far highly secret. Technically the GMC is unaware of the project although some members are involved but sworn to secrecy.

In any case, Paterson knows in a perverse twist that given that CanVx is so far proving 100% effective at eradicating cancer this means the mastectomies he performs are also strictly unnecessary. And so the cleavage sparing operations are purely for his own pleasure. The mastectomies are simply but crucially and as far as he is concerned necessarily destructive of womanhood at least in the form of their breasts and especially of their nipples the most potent embodiment of his Phallic Mother and his personal phobic object. He is quite confident that in the long run those buffoons at the GMC will leave him alone, quite free to exercise his own peculiar self-appointed prerogatives.

That evening Paterson drives to the Brethen Chapel in Surrey and delivers a fiery sermon. We must urgently prepare ourselves and cleanse our souls for The Second Coming. God’s Will is expressed, the holy miracle of The Cure for Cancer is a sign. The True Believers will embrace The Cure. But the weak, the communists, the immoral, even the professed humanitarians at the United Nations, they will preach against The Cure, will rebel against God’s Will, will foment violence and cause an apocalyptic Global War. He hammers his fist on the podium with each word. His face is puce and his chin flecked with saliva and his nose runs. and those stained with sin. He stares intently into the eyes of the congregation some of whom look at each other, uncomfortable. The sermon did not go down well. Senior members of the Brethren met later and discussed the Bible’s teachings. Disease is a price for sin, though one can be a True Believer and still suffer disease without sin. The Cure is surely a deception of the Anti-Christ. They voted to summon Paterson. He will be shunned, excommunicated until he has seen the error of his ways and paid adequate penance. For many years Paterson has been an Evangelical Christian preacher in the premillinarial sect given to increasingly extreme ideologies and a devotion to solo scriptura.

Sola Scriptura acknowledges the facts that the Bible is the Word of God, inerrant, sufficient, without error, and the source of all truth.

The image he has thus cultivated has given him access to certain groups of right wing Christian preferences including the High Tory Cornerstone Group. However. he is among the first to notice, along with Welch, Tomàs, and the leading member of Cornerstone and UK Secretary of State for Health and Social Justice, Iain Jones, the huge potential for cancer-extraction combined with mass infertility and impotence to lead humanity into the abyss of civil war and destruction. For Paterson and Iain Jones this will fulfil the biblical prophecy of The Tribulation as foretold in The Book of Revelations, the earthly manifestation of the work of the Anti-Christ anticipating the Second Coming of Christ. For them this is not a reason to preach against The Cure, quite the opposite, they belief the economic and political advantages of owning The Cure will accrue to them because of their true faith, the coming Tribulation notwithstanding. This conclusion has created divisions within the various religious denominations, and especially between those who, like the Grand Dame Nesta, believe that despite the inevitability of The Tribulation True Believers must still resist the Anti-Christ and the sinful human rebellion and that these are manifest in the Cure, which is against the will of God. There are others, like Paterson, Jones, and most of the High Tory Cornerstone Group who prefer to believe that ancient traditions including sex only within marriage, patriotism and free enterprise constitute the will of God, and who have no hesitation in backing the CFUK programme, the Cure for Cancer and at the same time an opportunity to cull the population of the weak, sexually immoral and faithless. Of course, as self-professed leaders we may imagine that they may think their gene lines too valuable to be terminated at this crucial point in history. They may have to make the ultimate sacrifice to risk cancer and continue as virile and sexually active as ever, if not more so.

In a very short time, the required evidence and propaganda packages are put together. Paterson as head of the Rayne Institute Research Oncological Venomology Unit has convinced NICE and the MHRA to pay for the viral plasmid Canvx Technology from the NHS budget, factoring in affordability because of anticipated progressively fewer cancer expenses and fewer patients overall anyway as the birth rate drops. Paterson informs Welch and a contract is signed. Now just as austerity is biting hard, strikes are increasing in frequency and civil unrest is predicted by RUSI and other UK security think tanks, the government does four things. It prorogues parliament, it mandates the universal roll out of the mass cancer-extraction and sexual relief program (euphemism for mass sterilization) across the country, mandates penalties for non-compliance, and institutes martial law forbidding use of the internet, strikes and mass gatherings. The Prime Minister announces the world beating British Cancer Free UK Moonshot is successful to a fanfare of widespread media praise.

The government propaganda machine and security think tanks devise media messages persuading the public at large that The Cure For Cancer And Sex and the rapid depopulation of the country is not only The Solution, but also a patriotic duty and the only solution, to national redemption, to abolish austerity and the sexual promiscuity and sins of the feckless populace. The propaganda even hints that cancer may be infectious and transmitted by sexual acts, a powerful rumor with a dramatic and rapid impact on public opinions and behaviors, creating intense and deep divisions within and across communities.

So, of course then, as we have already imagined, some of the elite powerful and wealthy are sure to find ways to create loopholes, to evade the CanVx protocol. They will break The Law with impunity and so hold on to their sex drive and their peccadilloes. At the same time as the program is rolled out Welch suspects that the psychic side effects are going to generate a critical mass of desexualised fanatical supporters of The Cure intent on enforcement and increasingly harsh policing. And so, whilst Welch and his team organize mass production of the CanVx vaccines the Far Right are already landing the initial phase of the propaganda campaign and briefing the military, police and security think tanks. Rumors are filtering through even as the PM, impatient and impulsive makes premature announcements about Britain First and the imminent success of the CFUK moonshot. A motley collection of left wing activists, conspiracy theorists, and individualist libertarians are increasingly alarmed and organizing, planning resistance for very different reasons – groups as ideologically different as the Plymouth Brethren and strict dispensational Premillenialists on the one hand who see The Cure as a mortal sin, and the left wing Trotskyite Fourth International in Manchester Group and AntiCapitalist Resistance who effectively see Capitalism as The AntiChrist.


Narcissism Under Threat
Tomás Saraceno, Webs of At-tent(s)ion (2022). Installation view at Tomás Saraceno: Oceans of Air, Mona, Hobart, 17 December 2022–24 July 2023. Courtesy Mona

Following Welch’s dramatic and spectacularly orgasmic collapse under the influence of Tomás’s new Spider and its Web he had been rushed still unconscious to the Hospital Ángel C. Padilla the public hospital in the city of San Miguel de Tucumán where Tomás was born and where his studio is based. Welch was in a coma for over 24hrs.

His breathing has been laboured but he hasn’t needed ventilation, otherwise his observations have been normal apart from the occurrence of random mild myoclonic spasms affecting his arms and legs. His laboratory tests have also been normal apart from a very highly elevated C-Reactive Protein, a non-specific marker for inflammation and/or cell breakdown, and a massive proteinuria that threatens to compromise his renal function. His CXR is also, remarkably, normal, no signs of the previously extensive signs of tumour, of which the doctors are of course unaware.

After two days Welch opens his eyes to see the white ceiling tiles, tubes and electronic paraphernalia of a hospital ward, only then does he turn his head and manage to focus on the anxious faces of his wife Kirsha, his gambling syndicate partner Zeljko, and Tomás. He tries to sit up but can’t. Hi, he says almost inaudibly, What’s all this, where am I? Looking at Zeljko he says What are you doing here. Zeljko just smiles back. Tomás calls a nurse over. Kirsha, tearful, let’s out a sob and holds his hand. Oh David, thank god, we’ve been so worried about you. The doctors haven’t told us anything. Tomás says you just suddenly collapsed at the studio, what happened?. Tomás just nods. Welch’s thoughts come slowly to him, he can’t really remember, his head feels fuzzy as if somebody has stuffed it with felt. Zeljko walks around to hold his other hand. It’s ok mate, you’re ok. Which Welch feels is a bit weird and takes his hand away. Tomás holds back, uncertain of his role and aware that Welch’s wife and best mate Zeljko have no idea about what did actually happen. What can you remember David? Tomás asks tentatively. He was frightened, badly, by Welch’s reaction let alone the Spiders extreme agitation. He’s not sure how much to reveal at this stage, not wanting to create undue alarm over the new Spider’s propensities, and unsure of the significance of Welch’s reaction. Since the drama Tomás has forbidden anyone to enter The Spider’s room which he has kept locked.

Dr Smallwood in Hobart stares incomprehensibly at Welch’s chest radiograph and brain scan. Turning to Welch slowly, So, tell me again what happened. Welch, sitting almost primly smiles and holds up his hands in a shrug, No idea really doc. One minute I was chatting with Tomás in his studio, the next minute out for the count, apparently. I can’t remember anything else, just waking up in hospital. Well this takes the biscuit mate. One for the record books I’d say. He peers at the scans then turns back to Welch, looking and sounding bemused. We’ll have to keep a close eye on you. Strewth. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, staring intently through his thick spectacles at Welch, as if Welch were somehow guilty of something. I’ve known cancers regress, sure, pretty rarely but they can, but never ever when they’ve been as advanced as yours. Well doc it’s a mystery to me too but I’m sure as hell not complaining. Welch is cagey, he doesn’t want to tell Smallwood the whole story at this stage, best keep to a need to know basis. OK well terrific. This would make one incredible case history report for the New England Journal of Medicine, mm, he runs his chin thoughtfully, There again methinks maybe a bit too incredible. He begins to take the scans down. We’ll make you another scan appointment in a month or so, make sure this is all kosher. Just take it easy in the meantime. Smallwood thinks he could, in theory, write this up, but, in practice, if he did he was pretty sure those miserable fuckers at the College, those snobby bastards would just relish the opportunity to put him down and accuse him of fraud. He’d made plenty of enemies there with his forthright manner and inability to tolerate entitled arrogant fools. Fuck ‘em all he says. He won’t give them the opportunity and takes the last scan and radiographs off the screen.

Welch touches his penis as he lays in bed, … nothing, no more erections not a flicker, he closes his eyes and fantasizes about being touched, or watching someone else being touched … still nothing. Ah well, what the hell, he sighs. He can see Krisha, several years younger than him, slim, lithe, athletic, getting out of the bath. Normally this would have aroused him and his usually excitable and generous organ but now zilch.

He hasn’t stopped thinking about his miraculous remission and his encounter with Tomás’s Giant Argentinian Cave Spider. Tomás was right that beastie had been full of surprises. He rings Tomás to arrange another encounter with what Welch now thinks of as The Mother Spider, or simply The Giant. He tells Tomás about the complete remission of his cancer, and his suspicion thatThe Mother Spider cured his cancer. David, Tomàs asks tentatively, What can you actually remember? Bright lights flashing in different colors, a really loud humming vibration and to be honest getting incredibly aroused. Well that’s it David, I haven’t told anyone but you absolutely came, you’d pulled out your, er, thing, had a massive boner and you ejaculated everywhere and the Spider was going completely nuts. Bloody hell, is that right? Well there’s not much of a boner for me now, I seem to have been left high and dry on that front. There was a pause. Probably best if we keep this to ourselves for now eh? For sure, listen, I have colleagues who’ve been working on something called Beta Attenuation Monitoring and SpiderWeb Photogrammatic technologies to capture spider web transmissions, and I know of scientists working on web genetics. Do you think we can get them to have a look at The Giant? Welch hesitates, he doesn’t want too many outsiders involved too early before he’s has a chance to find out more. but why not, Sure, ok, let’s see what they come up with. Look, he says, why don’t we see if this Cure can be repeated on some more people and then if it can we should set up a limited company devoted to The Mother, gather experts, all to sign Non Disclosure Agreements to keep this under wraps, and I’ll sound out a few likely investors who might take a chance on this one. But first I want to see The Mother again, see what she tries this time. I’m a bit surprised you’d take the chance David. Tomás is not sure this is a good idea. David, don’t be crazy, you could die next time! Well, I like a punt and I bet you She will just love me to bits next time. The truth is Welch can’t get The Mother out of his mind, he wants to know what she wants – Che Vuoi? – how he can please Her.

With this in mind Welch tells Tomás he is also keen to meet with the practitioners of Nggám dú in Cameroon. Tomás has worked on a project with them and tells Welch that he would find the spider diviners ‘interesting’. They claim to be able to consult spider oracles, for a donation, and the last time I met with them they seemed agitated, said that The Mother would appear and wreak havoc on the world, provoke chaos and rupture humanity, all veiled in a web of deceit. Welch is intrigued and wants to know if the diviners will agree to consult with Tomás’s Giant, Tomás too is enthusiastic and promises to set something up. Welch is convinced The Mother Spider has the answer to humanity’s destiny and now sees his own destiny as one with the spider’s, determined to be the spiders No. 1 agent-provocateur, no matter what the final outcome. And he believes the diviners may hold the key to The Mother Spider’s intentions and desires.

In 2021, the durational community project Nggàm dù was launched as part of the Berliner Festspiele’s Immersion programme. Described as “a web portal by, with and for the spider diviners of Somié, Cameroon”,Nggàm dù invites audiences to learn about the historic, trans-generational practice of ŋgam dù divination that is practiced across the borderlands of Cameroon and Nigeria, consult with the spider oracle for an agreed donation, and in turn support locally-run projects throughout the village.

Festspiele, Berliner. “Tomás Saraceno: Nggàm dù – Immersion”. Retrieved 2022-01-21.

For Welch, His will no longer matters. He has no will of his own. There is no ‘his own’. He no longer exists as a partially autonomous ‘he’ as such. He has become or is now literally The Will of The Mother Spider: Let her will be done: The Eradication of Cancer in its Entirety!

He is aware of the loss of his life-long anxiety and its replacement by an almost surreal even ruthless calmness and singularity of purpose. He is relieved, no longer compelled to impose his will on others, to constantly battle to beat others into submission through the sheer weight of irresistible oppression and bullying. So much simpler to be just The Enforcer when the rules are so simple, so clear … and so right. To enforce this rule as much as possible. Now he had to find out more, to truly grasp the essence of The Mother Spider’s will.

But, such single minded ruthlessness may give us pause for thought , we too should take a moment and think … what of such certainty, and rigorous righteousness: where will this Mother Spider lead us? Maybe Hegel had some useful psychological insights in his Spirit of Christianity into a rule-devotional mindset. A ‘juridical’ mindset so fixed on its obedience to inflexible rules that any possibility of disobedience, of considering possible even unintended harms to others, even of the possibility of love itself, is utterly expunged from the mind, creating a monster.

Hegel is one of the few philosophers to devote systematic attention to phenomena that can be called pathologies of juridicism. Hegel claims that the law fundamentally contaminates the way in which we relate to ourselves, to others and to the world so that our (inter-) subjectivity becomes ethically deformed, distorted, or deficient

Tomàs was excited and nervous to meet with Welch again. Welch’s bizarre eroticised and almost fatal response to the Giant Argentinian Cave Spider had shocked him to his core at the time, but Welch’s subsequent total and ‘impossible’ cancer regression had also opened up dramatic new possibilities. And, Welch had also made Tomàs aware of his complete loss of sexual interest or indeed function.

Tomàs had already been collaborating with scientists using a Beta Attenuation Mass (BAM) monitors to illustrate visually components of the earth’s atmosphere in art works. These appeared to be printouts similar to those produced in say mass chromatography or spectroscopy to determine whether for example certain biomarkers are present.

Saraceno is also known for his interest in spiders and their webs, which led to the formation of the interdisciplinary community Arachnophilia, a research-driven initiative that refines concepts and ideas related to spider/webs across different forms of knowledge and multiple artistic, scientific and theoretical disciplines. Notably, Saraceno collaborated with researchers at the Photogrammetric Institute of TU Darmstadt to develop the Spider/Web Scan, a novel, tomographic technique that allowed, for the first time ever, precise 3D models to be made of complex spider webs

Together with these photogrammetric scientists Tomàs had become especially interested in developing the work of the psychoanalyst Reich on Orgone – a substance identified by Reich in the 1940a as a manifestation of the orgasmic force.

Tomàs had collaborated with Orgone researchers in Germany and used the SpiderWeb Scanner with BAM monitors to try to detect Orgone emanating from individuals having orgasms but so far without success. The original Reich research in the 1940s had been stopped and proscribed, at least as far as the public was concerned, by the US government and Reich had been imprisoned. However, far from the public gaze government scientists in the USA and elsewhere were still working on the Orgone project and the CIA had maintained an archive of Reich’s research findings. Clearly, to detect, identify and measure Orgone, the life-force itself, the Élan Vital, the elixir of life itself, would be both a momentous scientific breakthrough and most crucially for the future of humanity would also provide an extraordinarily powerful political tool for manipulating public sentiment. Following the drama with Welch Tomás had become intrigued by the possibility that his new spider may hold the key to Orgone detection. Spiders are ancient, with hundreds of millions of years of existence on planet earth, mythically reputed to have supernatural powers, to be responsible for weaving the web of the universe itself and one day to be responsible for its demise too. Surely if anything, or any living creature can hold the key to the mystery of the life force it might be this extraordinary beast from Argentina.

So, now both Tomàs and Welch, one the curious young activist artist, the other an eccentric but visionary and brilliant narcissist, have seen Welch’s dramatic and orgasmic response to the Giant Argentinian Cave Spider, his subsequent total loss of libido and the subsequent ‘impossible’ complete regression of his apparently incurable cancer. Both now wanted to see if her SpiderWeb might be used in conjunction with the photogrammetric BAM technology to detect the life-force, Orgone, and possibly detect and eradicate cancer in others, maybe even in advance of symptoms. Could this Spider be the key to The Cure for Cancer, and who knows what else?

Welch and Tomàs meet again at the studio in Argentina. The Spider has been more active since Welch’s previous encounter. Perhaps the Spider has sensed an awakening of her own ancient powers and The Tribulation to come.

It emerges Welch has both funds and political friends in high places who would support setting up a secret laboratory, investment in a Limited Company and a research team to develop the SpiderWeb/BAM technology to detect Orgone, investigate its properties and in the process find The Cure for Cancer, the most powerful political weapon the world has ever seen.

Some politicians of the Far Right and with Christian Evangelical premillinarial tendencies begin to ponder and in private discuss the possibilities of not only The Cure, but also of enforcing universal mass impotence.

Already a growing number of premillinarial cells across the world are anticipating and even provoking civil unrest. They seem to be increasingly persuaded that the Covid pandemic, climactic events, and global warfare were evidence of The Tribulation that would according to their interpretation of The Book of Revelations precede The Rapture and the second coming of Christ.

Even the infamous and brilliant Oppenheimer who led the Manhattan project to develop the atomic bomb believed it was his sacred duty as a scientist to follow The Law of Science to its lethal nuclear end. His quote at the time of the first atomic test illustrates that not only premillinarial Christians but also some Hindu philosophies may follow divine commandments preaching the End Times.

“’Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds’, is literally the world-destroying time,” explains Thompson, adding that Oppenheimer’s Sanskrit teacher chose to translate “world-destroying time” as “death”, a common interpretation. Its meaning is simple: irrespective of what Arjuna does, everything is in the hands of the divine.”

“But Krishna teaches him about a higher philosophy that will enable him to carry out his duties as a warrior irrespective of his personal concerns. This is known as the dharma, or holy duty.”