A Click Of A Button

The emergency lights of the office dimly shine on the computers. I have been here every day for the past week. All the signs are in German, meaning that I have had to study my translation manual extra carefully. Yet, I feel at ease, taking a chair in an office with the name plaque reading Norbert Groscopft. A name that makes me snigger a little. Since once I have finished, he won’t be so big-headed.

Last week, I followed the same routine in New York, giggling to myself as slowly drained the computers of all the information I needed.

This is is my final few nights of my covert operation. Then I return to my normal life, watching the world churn, watching as they fall, like dominoes. In fact, I have already seen the tectonic shift, that is happening below the surface, people unable to grasp what has happened. Unbelieving in what they see. No bank has been able to utter what they already know.

Experts think it is a virus. But it me who is the virus. A human. Invisible because of a friend. An all seeing eye, who is shifting the balance of power from those that don’t need it, to those who do need it. This is the revolution, which won’t be televised and will silently kill those that have parasitically lived off the work of others for millenni. You might think that I am an idealist, but for too long, I have watched the world become wretched because of money; the greed of the few over the health of the billions.

I have seen the figures appear upon the screens in front of me. I’ve seen the money stashed away by celebrities, politicians, industrialists, the hedge funds and the banks. I’ve watched mafias the world over ploughing money into schemes to clean their dirty money. Each time, I wonder if I can do more. The truth is, this is the best I can do.

I can end the days for the dogs of society with the single click of a mouse.

Am I Robin Hood? No. But, who am I will remain a secret, because, I want people with no money, no power and no home, to feel the love that this world can give. That leisure time with family and friends without worry can be harnessed for the great good. I want to see no poverty. No government limiting the potential of those whose lives are blighted by fickle idioms.

In a weeks times, when I will reappear again, as my old self. I shall smile as I watch people with no money cry when everything they own has been taken from them, that they are the homeless ones. That it is they who have struggled, to beg, plead and try to borrow.

Monied entitlement will die because of me.

So, watch as the world turns upside down, with the click of a button and I empty the purses of those that least deserve it.