CZM Book Club: Cool Zone 2055: The Peace Department

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of the way. There's a quote that is regularly misattributed to Lenin, who is a terrible man to whom so much is misattributed. People like to pretend that Lenin said there are decades where nothing happens, and there are weeks when decades happen. A man named Himero Aridius, the Mexican poet and environmentalist, did say something similar, though he said, there are centuries in which nothing happens, in years in which centuries pass. It is very hard to believe that

we've only had six years with dinosaurs. World War IIE feels like a lifetime ago, and the pre war years before that unimaginably distant. We have always lived with dinosaurs. It feels like when I access my old memories, which forgive me I'm in my early seventies. I do so more and more often. I struggle to understand what the night sky sounded like without the cries of giant reptiles

setting down for bed. It is the terrible curse of human history that most new technologies are turned first to war, turn first to destruction before they find their way to peacetime use. We unlocked the atom so that we could punish Imperial Japan and kill hundreds of thousands of its civilians in one of the greatest war crimes in human history. Our desire to kill our fellow humans has always brought

out our ingenuity. Of course, X vivogenesis and dinosaur de extinction was developed during peacetime, but it was the dinos Versus Zombies's armory that really got de extinction going at any kind of scale, and today, like I promised last week, I'm at one of the world's oldest and largest crushes, a simply massive compound somewhere in rural Finland where extinct

species are resurrected. I can't say the name of the place on air, not during wartime, so I'm going to call it Punelu, the ancient Finnish Land of the Dead. There are three different facilities here, each with their own staff, headquarters, and even social norms. There's the Center for the Eradication of the March of Time aka the Research Department, which d extincts new animals. There's the Center for Application of Muscle and Bone for the purpose of Liberating the Earth

aka the War Department. And then there's the Center for the Cohabitation of Flora and Fauna aka the Peace Department. The War Department is far and away the largest of the three departments, receiving sixty percent of the grounds, seventy percent of the personnel, and seventy four percent of the funding. I understand why this is the case. I used to be an activist journalist. Well, I used to be just an activist back in my youth. A decade of work

i've been milking for street cred ever since. But these days I'm a war journalist. Most of us didn't set out to be war journalists, war bookkeepers, war chefs, war graphic designers, war crocheers, war animal trainers, war doctors, war pilots, or war anything. We simply set out to live our lives as free people, and war came to us. So the War department is the largest, and I understand why,

and it still makes me sad. But this episode isn't about the War Department, nor is it about the Research department. Wartime secrecy prohibits me from reporting on those departments anyway. No, the reason as I am in Finland was because of an invitation I got from an old friend who works in the Peace Department. Doctor Schuart Lumpo, a Dutch Finn I met in the twenty thirties at a climate change conference in Dublin. He was a zoologist then studying how

native species were migrating with the changing weather. He just walked out of a German prison after serving six years as part of the Bremen twelve. Maybe you remember the Bremen twelve. It was a big deal at the time, but there have been so many big deals in the intervening decades that it's hard to keep track of them. All. The Bremen twelve were convicted of eco terrorism. Do you remember when eco terrorism was seen as a bad thing.

Each of the Bremen twelve were prominent scientists and environmental engineers. They released a paper in twenty twenty nine with their names attached, in which they laid out why direct action, including destructive direct action and potentially violent direct action, was the only feasible method by which humanity could con front

climate change. The paper came out the same day that they bombed a Tesla factory under construction and what had been considered a critical forest for the remaining biodiversity of mainland Europe. They all went to prison. Naturally, I was excited to meet doctor Lampo, But do you know what else? I was excited about the opportunity to spend my entire life interweaving anti capitalist podcast content with advertising from whoever

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are not suited for living inside with us. Just because there's dinos, don't forget dogs. Just because there are giant cats, don't forget the regular ones. And just because you can ride up Bronto doesn't mean you should forget about horses were back. It's strange to think back to the twenty thirties and the early days of direct action against climate change, so many movements rose and fell. If you look back in the Cool Zone archives, you'll see the week of

coverage we gave to Besteele Day two. This time it's personal. You'll see our interviews with Goblin and Orc, the non binary couple who lived and eventually died like the Bonnie and Clyde of industrial sabotage, and who can forget the double Green Ira in their campaign for Irish unification and ecosocialism. Those early days, those opening salvos, were full of some of the bravest people to ever walk and defend the earth.

In the twenty forties, though it got easier, the Vishnu Shield is more or less the greatest weapon in the war against the misuse of technology that has ever been developed. A single person with a single briefcase sized device can shut down five city blocks of technology. Of course, that's been used to evil effect too, but frankly, I think the human portable tactical EMP is the best thing that's ever happened to environmental activism. All of that is besides

the point. After my friend doctor Lumpo got out of prison and I met him at the conference in Dublin, we stayed in touch off and on, and he's even been on this show before. In one episode from twenty forty six, talking about the migration of native species and how it impacts both home gardening and also commercial food production. He'd retired from a life of crime, but even as he talks about the horrors of his time in a German private prison, he never spoke of a single regret.

And now he works in the peace department in a nameless research facility in cresh in an undisclosed location in Finland, even though like me, he is years past retirement age. When he heard I was in Finland for Dino Khan, he reached out and here I am a lifetime ago, literally, not even in this century. I went to Finland for the first time. I was a teenager in the US, and by strange circumstance, I was dating a Finnish girl.

I had fallen atop her while crowdsurfing to Blondie at a festival in DC, and we had fallen in love. She pierced my ear with a safety pin and shoplifted me an earring. It was all terribly punk rock, and she signed her name with the a's and it circled. Her father had been in the Finnish embassy, and when he was promoted back to Finland, her and I stayed together. So I was only sixteen when I flew alone to Helsinki.

We didn't last past high school. Her and I. Somewhere in some old notebook of teenage poetry, I scrawled the phrase Finland is a fever dream. Fifty five years later, it still is. Finland had half expected to fall to Putin's Russia. Russia has always liked invading Finland whenever it's feeling bored, and since then Finland has become, alongside Lagos, the center of internationalist resistance. Lagos is the political, in some ways cultural hub of the revolution. Finland is the

technological center, simply because it's where dinosaurs come from. The first time I spent much time in rural Finland, I was a traveling anarchist activist in my twenties. A festival and conference invited me there because of my work writing about anarchism and fiction. If I remember correctly, and my ability to remember things correctly has become less and less

certain as time marches onward musta pispola. It was called, I remember the mural they'd thrown up for a Finnish anarchist wh'd been killed by the Israeli army in Palestine. Back then, I stayed in a village somewhere outside of Thampiay, with a house of green anarchists, and I spent some time on one of the thousands of lakes that dotted the country side. Some folks had built a sailboat entirely from trash, the hall from old barrels, The deck was

woven from discarded fire hose. It was near midsummer and the sun refused to set, and we hung out on the lake for endless hours. If I ever retire, maybe I'll retire to a cabin on a lake in Finland. More likely, I won't retire until it's to assisted care or a hospital somewhere. As long as I can write, I'll write, And yes, as long as I'm an old woman with a platform, I'll do stereotypical old woman shit like get lost thinking about the old days, despite the fantastic,

terrifying world I live in today. But all of that, even the I wonder if I can get away with rambling about Finland and the nineties and oughts. Part of it ran through my head while a young friend led me through the Vishnu shield on a horse drawn sleigh, bundled up against the Finish winter that wasn't half so cold as it would have been in my youth. I'm not allowed to describe the unnamed facility in any detail,

not physically. While satellite imagery has been greatly disrupted through the proliferation of AI hacking tools and the occasional Vishnu satellite, it's still reasonable to presume the fascists occasionally get eyes on the countryside of Finland. Or maybe I'm not in Finland at all. Maybe this whole thing is a sigh up and I'm actually in the indigenous controlled regions of Siberia. Who knows. So there was a sleigh, and and I entered past a gate that probably had security of some kind.

Being vague is my least favorite part of wartime journalism. The grounds itself are not Vishnu shielded, I'm glad to say. And I transferred from the sleigh to a glorified golf cart, occasionally throwing up a half hearted complaint that I could walk just fine, which is half true. Doctor Schuward Lampo met me hell in his hand, goofy smile across his face. He's a trans man who has aged quite gracefully, with a full white beard without mustache in that strange twenty

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large estate where the Peace Department does its studies. To be honest, I don't mind that I'm not allowed to cover the War Department or the Research Department. It has always been complicated for me as a lifelong vegan and a longtime animal lover to reconcile my politics with our use of animals in war, it would be still more complicated for me to witness how the proverbial sausage is made.

I'm sure the de extincting process is not without suffering and experimentation, and I'm sure the study of dinosaurs in war is no nicer. To be clear, I don't believe the facility runs tests like how many bullets can this Tyrannosaurus survive being shot with? But the War Department raises dinosaurs from eggs to warrior in the fastest possible ways, including a number of growth acceleration technologies that I am not privy to discuss the details of. And it's just well,

it's war. Younger scientists and likely younger listeners are more fatalistic about such things. If your brain wasn't fully formed before World War III, you will likely accept a lot more suffering and death than us. Old softies are likely to The age. Discrepancy between scientists and the Peace Department and the War Department is immediately apparent. It's white haired

over here in the Peace Department. It's also idyllic, an old science fiction dream of a happy Mars colony or something we drove up to the entrance of a gigantic, clear plastic dome, and I dismounted and walked through the entrance into a peaceful garden of gazebos and flowers and butterflies. Throughout it all small and medium dinosaurs roamed freely, cooing and clucking. The whole thing is heated to something like eighty five degrees fahrenheit, I was told in Celsius. But

the older I get, the stranger of things. I picked to become stubborn about, like speaking in the human centered Fahrenheit instead of the science minded Celsius. We walked along a mulched path, and I marveled at the beauty of everything around me. What is it that you all do here, I asked doctor Lampo. Every species in this pavilion, with the exception of ourselves, as Homo sapiens, was considered extinct

by the year twenty forty five, he told me. I looked around at the flowers and butterflies, and insects and birds. Besides the dinosaurs, they all seemed like species that were quite normal to me, species I'd spent most of my life around. I even probably had the rate of extinction in our lifetimes has been simply astounding, the doctor continued.

When I was coming up in the sciences, a lot of discussions in both academic and activist circles was around the primissy of native plants to habitat restoration, which makes sense. Invasive species tend to throw off well established balances between species and destroy the equilibrium of a given ecosystem. But the thing is, and this is what you saw me present about. The day we met, a warming world shifts that balance. In the northern hemisphere, plants and animals creep

their way north. In the southern hemisphere they go south. Species also move further up into mountains, and the deserts expand everywhere. Before ex vuogenesis, we were working with a dramatically shrinking pool of biodiversity. Our attempts to restore and preserve habitats, even shifting to adjust for climate, were hampered

by well lack of remaining options. De extinction alongside the Vishnu Shield are the two most powerful tools we've ever developed to help us mitigate the worst effects of climate change.

All across the world, scientists are building these test gardens to see what sort of ecosystems we can build and what climates We anchor everything with native species, although sometimes they are native species from slightly further south or north, but supplement them with species sometimes from all over the world and now from all over the history of the world, to see how they relate and see what is compatible.

Where did dinosaurs fit into this, I asked, Well, because we want them to, Doctor Lompo said, We've got other reasons besides that dinosaurs were adapted for a warmer world, so they can teach us about what life in a warm world can look like. Dinosaurs are generally larger than the average animals today, and they can fit complex niches within an ecosystem. Those are the reasons I'm probably supposed to give you, but frankly, we do it because we

want to. Dinosaurs are neat God has changed and things are changing, and our general rule is the more biodiversity we can add to an area, the better, the more resilient it is. Well, what happens if a de extincted species breaks containment and becomes an invasive species elsewhere. That's happened several times already, and it'll keep happening, doctor Lompo said,

with a cavalierness that shocked me. If we had discovered this technology in the nineteen forties instead of the twenty forties, I think it would be the foremost concern on any of our minds. But it's simply not that way anymore. The thing is, the world, without our help is dying. Rather, it was killed. The Earth was killed fifty years ago, and its death throes are long and arduous. We didn't stop climate change. Left to its own devices, the Earth

will always find some sort of equilibrium. But it's quite possible that the equilibrium it will find this time might be the destruction of multicellular life on Earth. That's an extreme scenario, but not an impossible one. The mass extinction we've caused could very easily make the end of the dinosaurs the original end of the dinosaurs seem like a

minor course correction. We are skating on the brink of destruction even still, and it's only through Vishnu technology and ex vivogenesis that we've been able to course correct the tiniest bit. I know we're all caught up right now in the global war against fascism, and that's an essential fight, but it is and always has been, the less important fight. Fascism is the mini boss climate change is the big boss. Fascism is a threat to all human life on Earth.

Climate change is a threat to all life on Earth period. It's a threat to the only life we know to exist anywhere in the universe. The stakes really are that high. And to be clear, the fight against fascism is not a distraction. We need to destroy fascism in order to get to the big thoughts, and a global society that combines the best parts of decentralization and federation is exactly what we need to start to address climate change. Think about this is a strange comparison, perhaps, but I grew

up in the nineteen nineties as a gay man. I wasn't around for the AIDS crisis, but it was this very, very present and recent and raw wound in my community. During the AIDS crisis, when gay men were essentially abandoned to die by conservative society, no essentially killed on us by medical neglect, some doctors and patients turned unorthodox means. As new experimental drugs came online, people volunteered to test

them outside of accepted protocols. Because aides had more or less one hundred percent mortality rate at the time, so you might as well, try to help everyone around you, and hey, what if it saves you. That's the attitude that has spread across the environmental research community over the past few decades. The Earth is in trouble, dire trouble, existential trouble. Every native ecosystem is essentially doomed unless we

course correct and fast and hard. We should try to keep de extincted species contained, for sure, we should try to experiment as safely as possible, but being too slow and too cautious will doom us. It's like driving up a steep dirt road. I suggested. You have to commit. You have to COMMITO agreed. We're trying things that would have been unethical to try only fifty years ago, but

now it would be unethical to not try. The ecosystems we are likely to be living in one hundred years from now might look more like the ecosystems from sixty five million years ago than they look like the ecosystem of sixty five years ago. And we want those ecosystems to be full of life and diversity. We want them to be beautiful and fulfilling to live in. And yeah, it seems likely that they'll have dinosaurs in them, and

that's where I'll leave it for this week. When we come back next week, we're going to hear a counterpoint to that position from a dinosaur skeptic who also works at the Department of Peace. In the meantime, though, keep fighting that mini boss bascism must be stopped, and we will stop it together with or without the help of dinosaurs. Margaret in twenty two, twenty five. Here, boy, what a fun message from the future. It's really great to know

that I'm still around thirty years from now. Isn't that exciting? I'm excited for it. But you know what else is around soon or than thirty years from now, tomorrow If you're listening to this today when it comes out, where you're listening to it today in your own relative terms,

no matter what. But if you're listening to this on Sunday, the day comes out March second, then tomorrow March third, twenty twenty five, the Kickstarter launches for the Immortal Choir that holds every voice, and that means several things for you. One it means there's only a couple more weeks where I keep telling you about this Kickstarter, and you can be glad that I'll have something else to plug in

the future instead of constantly plugging this one thing. But it also means that tomorrow you can go back that Kickstarter. You can get access to the third book in the Danielle Kine series, and even the first two books in the Daniel Kaine series, because we're even going to offer all three of the books as one of the rewards, and there's gonna be audio books, and there's gonna be tattoo flash maybe if we reach our stretch goals, and

you know, it's gonna be fun. It's really funny to be like, it's gonna be fun to have a Kickstarter. I actually kind of do like kickstarter campaigns. It's just very strange right now to be putting together books with the way the world is. But I think that you all might like this book. I think that this book, The Immortal Choir That Holds Every Voice, is some of my best reflections on grief and what it's like to hold on to loss. But it's also fun. There's trolls,

there's evil fairies, there's I don't know love. It's great. You'll like it or you wonte Either way, I'll be back next week. There're more book Club It Could Happen Here as a production of cool Zone Media. For more podcasts from cool Zone Media, visit our website coolzonemedia dot com or check us out on the Iheard Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to podcasts. You can find sources for It could Happen Here, updated monthly at

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