It was a strange day when the rain fell up and the Home Secretary went down for treason.
Park personal money in foreign currency.
Push up unsustainable national debt.
Crash domestic currency.
Mortgages go up.
Cost of living goes up.
Increase job competition to depress wages.
Poor can't pay rent.
Middle class can't pay mortgage.
Houses and assets flood market forcing down their price.
Buy domestic currency at bargain rates.
Buy assets at bargain rates.
Gap between elites and poor widens to feudal developing nation level.
Scrap all social care as unaffordable.
Elites have all the assets for generations.
This is corruption 101, and it requires government corruption.
Once the encryption key and the master was seen the world began to change. She was the one who was partnered to the light in a way not seen in living memory. The corrupt, the governments with things to hide, everyone wanted her. Running became part of staying alive and getting her mission achieved. She was the ultimate code breaker, seeing what had always been right out in the open.
The code breaker, revealer of the lingual encryption key had the power to take down corrupt governments and those commit crimes in the shadows.
The confessing codes need a master to handle them. They cannot be interpreted by one who is an amateur of the craft. Everybody confesses everything, their deepest crimes and fears in everyday language. For a code-breaker it is simple to follow the trail and expose them all. Gemma was one of the linguists who could break them. Some saw what she did as magic, yet in truth she was partnered to the positive universe, a tool of the divine force and saw nothing special in herself. She was as natural as the trees and the fish in the oceans. Yet in the "junk" speech, the ad libs and the stories people tell, in their creative flourishes, there are clues. Much is actually junk, fears of nothing and misplaced guilt, yet a master such as her could tell what was real because the universe placed flags only she could detect, shone lights that only she could see. It was as if her soul shone a black light and the criminals were marked in some invisible ink. She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue.
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