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Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars, Dinah Wars. Hello and
welcome to Cool Zone Media book Club, the only book
club where you don't have to do the reading because
I do it for you. I'm your host, Margaret Hildoy,
and I'm on a kick right now. I'm really enjoying
doing Dinah Wars. If you're enjoying it too, you should
tell people about it. And so it's still Dinah Wars.

(00:29):
I mean, I don't know what you're talking about. We
have a missive from the future from the Cool Zone
Media team of twenty fifty five. We were sent audio
from our very own show I'm thirty years from now
and we're just gonna jump into it. You know what

(00:50):
this is, It's the Dinah Wars. Either your triceratopsy, it's
Nazis or Nazi zombies are gonna EU. This here is
part three of our EXCLUSI report from the Front from
Behind the Iron Curtain with mixed bunnyface murder our top
correspondent and yes top And that sentence has more than
one meaning, though I suppose anyone listening to the uncensored

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littered with detritus of flesh. I don't think you can
be alive in twenty fifty five without having seen a
dead body or two. But this was at a scale
I'd never quite imagined. The high of combat had receded,
and I looked out, and I wept. What has become
of humanity? Of course, to kill the liminal, it's a mercy.

(02:40):
The biospawn literally beg for death with their ripped vocal cords,
and the zombies have already died once, but it's still
brutal and raw. A stare at the horrors of war
to see what teeth and bullet and pike can do.
In order to stop crying, I went to work. I

(03:01):
think most listeners are familiar with that particular trick. The
busy bee has no time for sorrow. With the first
light of dawn, a pair of rangers rode in on
day it ends. For those who aren't familiar, these are
basically megafauna pigs. They went extinct about sixteen million years ago.
The rangers rode in with a whole herd of giant

(03:22):
half wild pigs, and those pigs set to work cleaning
the field. About six herding dogs regular old canine MutS
kept all the giant beasts in line, and for hours
there was this omnipresent sound of munching bones. It was
faster than burial and more ecologically sound than fire. Are

(03:45):
dead and they're dead. Both went into the gullets of
giant pigs with no other task. Immediately before me, I
went to the pair of rangers who were overseeing the
whole thing. I was prepared to talk in Spanish, but
I was in luck in. One of the rangers, a
black man in his early sixties named Aiden, was born
and raised in Brooklyn, and we got to talk in

(04:06):
English and talk about the New York giants. I kept
calling him a zoomer, and he kept correcting me that
he was a millennial. Thank you very much. I started
off the interview a bit more properly. I asked who
he was, what his role was. The herd of Diodens
was one of only three such herds in the world,

(04:27):
at least in the semi wild. The other two were
in North America. Introducing extinct species was a delicate mamble.
If we weren't in the middle of a climate apocalypse already,
it would be unconsciousable. But the past fifty years have
seen unprecedented die off of species after species. Entire genuses

(04:49):
go extinct more or less every day, and generally, when
a newly extinct species is de extincted, it can't compete
and it just disappears again. So the megafauna and other
ancient animals are sort of a hail. Mary Aiden is
a New York Giants fan. In his speech is peppered
with sports references, some of which I understood. Some of

(05:12):
the reintroductions have been wildly successful. Think the giant sloths
that have become almost a mascot of what's left of
the Amazon charismatic megafauna. The pigs are a particularly dangerous gamble.
According to Aiden, wild pigs are, of course already one
of the most prolific invasive species across the world, and

(05:32):
they're in no more danger of extinction than cockroaches are.
But during lab experiments with the datin, scientists discovered something
they hadn't expected. Datin can eat plastic. Of course, so
can a bunch of worms and microbes and such. But
a single datin that are about the size of a
largish bowl can eat around twenty pounds of plastic a day,

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so long as it is interspersed with plant matter and protein.
So the potential risks of wild daadin may yet be
outweighed by their ecological facility. Most datin are kept in captivity,
but before the outbreak of war in the Iberian Peninsula,
Aidan was working with a team experimenting with allowing deadon

(06:16):
to graze. They must be closely monitored at all times,
but initial results were promising. These days, dadon mostly eat
the war dead. Their ability to chew through fabric and
plastic and flesh and bone is simply unmatched when it
comes to cleaning battlefields. Aidan's affinity for these animals is clear,

(06:39):
though so is his worry if we're not careful. He
told me these things could wind up turning half the
biomass of the planet into more of themselves. He thought
about that for a moment and then laughed, kind of
like what humans have done, turning half the planet's biomass
into humans and cows, Much like, if you think of it,

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(09:08):
Here was a man who had lived through the whole
of the long twenty first century thus far and God willing.
He told me he was going to live to see
it end. I told him I didn't think any human
was going to live to see the century end. And
he looked me dead in the eyes and said, you
can't think like that. I asked him, why not, he said,

(09:28):
and I quote here, you can't think like that because look,
have I buried two of my three daughters already? Yeah?
Have three of my grandkids died in the fighting? Sure have.
That leaves me with a non binary kid and a daughter,
and that leaves me with three grandkids who are still alive.
I know it's hip and cool to live like you're

(09:50):
going to die, and you should live that way because
you are going to die. But not everyone is. There
was this old fiction writer check guy and anarch from
before my time, before your time, Franz Kafka. He lived
through the First World War in Europe. One day he
was talking to his friend and he said something that
keeps me going. They were talking about how God has

(10:13):
forsaken everyone, how everyone was killing themselves and killing each
other and dying, and how everything was just raw and bleak.
His friend brought up hope, and Franz he looks at
his friend and he goes, hope. There's an infinite amount
of hope in this universe, just not for us. And so, yeah,

(10:34):
you and me, we're probably fucked. I hate to tell
you that, but like iron curtain is down, maybe you
boys here, sorry, force a habit, you all will break
that curtain, or maybe that curtain will break itself against you.
Might happen, probably won't. But every fascist government that's ever
risen has fallen. And right now we've got more than

(10:55):
the usual amount of hope. All over the world, people
are fighting. Fascism requires people to give up, and for
once in history, with our backs up against the collective
wall of climate change, we're fighting. We're gonna win. You
and me we're gonna die, But everyone else we're gonna win.

(11:17):
He said all that to me. I said to him,
but you said you were going to live to see
the whole century come and go. He responded, sure, sure,
you never held onto two opposite thoughts in your head
at the same time, I'm gonna die in bed in
a Brooklyn brownstone. It's gonna be cooperatively owned, and the
whole of Brooklyn, maybe the whole Turtle Island is gonna

(11:38):
be under traditional stewardship, because we'll have fought like hell
to make it that way. There's gonna be three cats,
two dogs, and at least two previously extinct animals lying
in my bed, and my great great grandkids are gonna
ask me about the war, and I'm gonna smile and say,
what war? And then I'm gonna see the light that
I don't know if I believe in. And my first husband, Gary,

(12:00):
who died in the war in the forties, he's going
to be waiting for me, smiling, and he's going to
lead me up that light. That might happen. I hope
that'll happen. There I go talking about hope. That's one
thought in my head, and it's a pleasant one. Then
there's this other thought, and the thing is this thought
is pleasant too. Me and Gary we moved to Portugal

(12:22):
during one of those times when we thought the US
was going to go fascist instead of just split up.
And Gary had a good remote job and I'm good
with languages, so I started driving for a ride share.
Then you know, he goes and dies during that war,
and I go back to school and I get a
PhD in wildlife restoration, but just start working for the
park Service because being outside is the only thing that

(12:44):
keeps me away from my thoughts. All of a sudden,
MegaFon are back, and that's what I studied an undergrad
a million years ago. And I wind up a ranger
in Catalonia. New war breaks out, and I think about
signing up, but mostly people tell me I'm too old,
But animals they never tell you that you're too old,
and so I stay on as a ranger. Iron curtain

(13:05):
goes down. All my family they're on the other side
of that curtain. Are they still alive? I don't know.
I might never know. So probably one night while I'm sleeping,
the phalax is going to come over the hills and
they're going to kill me and eat my pigs. And
maybe I'll get a round off and maybe I won't,
But the end result is the same. I'm walking towards

(13:28):
the light, whether or not I believe in that light,
and Gary is there, and it don't matter in the
end if I die in Brooklyn sixty years from now
or Catalonia today, because because I've lived my life as
well as I could. What's it matter that I die
in the Pan Africanist, decolonial, anti authoritarian, socialist utopia or
that I die fighting for it? Either way? So you

(13:51):
can tell me that me and you that we're going
to die because we are now. We might die today,
they might try to double tap our ass, but people
the earth, we're going to fight to make sure that
those keep going. There is hope, bunny face, but not
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morning I talked to Ranger Aiden as coworker I know
h came over and joined us for lunch, though she
asked me not to report on anything. She said I
was glad to have civilian company because the soldiers in
camp were rather busy. In the morning, there was an
open forum, well open to all enlisted soldiers, not to
civilians like me, discussing the tactical situation and brainstorming ideas.

(16:30):
Those ideas then went with the elected officers into the
command tent. I don't know what they talked about, and
I wouldn't tell you even if I did. In the afternoon,
I thought we'd be packing up to move camp. The enemy,
after all, knew where we were. They knew our numbers,
our defenses, everything. We'd taken out an entire battalion the
night before, but somewhere nearby was an entire brigade, which is,

(16:53):
in case you're not up on such things, bigger than
a battalion. If we were attacked by an entire brigade,
there is no way our defenses would hold. One of
the fag hags caught up with me in the afternoon
to tell me that we were staying put. Don't worry.
They told me they won't attack us directly again, not tonight.
Then they got contemplative, Well, they might shell us, but

(17:18):
there's no point lingering on that thought. They spent the
afternoon alongside two Katalan teenagers repairing a machine gun nest.
There was blood and gore everywhere, and the scent snuck
its way past my bandana mask. Soon enough, there weren't
enough respirators to go around, though, so I choked back
bile and cleaned out some meat that used to have

(17:39):
memories and friends and threw it into the field to
be eaten by ancient pigs. We finished just around the
time the sun started going down. The two teenagers sat
down in that nest to staff the machine gun. I
can only imagine what must have been going through their minds,
because they didn't want to answer my questions. They said,

(18:00):
ed and I have run across this a lot with
the youngest soldiers that they were immediatists, that they didn't
believe in mediating their experiences through photos and videos. The
only mark they wanted to leave on the world would
be their actions, which, if they were lucky, would go
unrecorded and unrecognized. That they said was the only way

(18:20):
to truly be free was to be free from the
yoke of posterity. So I don't know how they felt
to sit down into a machine gun nest that had
just the night before been the death of two people
they knew. As we were finishing up, a dreadnought walked
up to me, it's really easy to recognize a dreadnought.

(18:41):
No one else in camp had chainmail woven through her
plate carrier. No one else in camp had a labris,
a two headed axe, a lesbian symbol now used more
literally than it had been in previous generations, hanging from
a loop on her belt, next to a glock seventeen
and a medkit. No one else but a Dreadnought would
walk up to me, salute and say hail, and well met,

(19:03):
weary word smith in a Catalan accent so thick. I
wasn't sure I heard her right. So a Dreadnought walked
up to me and look, I swear to you, I
fell in love a little. I fall in love a
little about once a week, so this wasn't a world
changing moment for me or anything, but still I fell
in love a little. Her name was Octavia, after the

(19:26):
prophet Octavia Butler. She was born and raised in Barcelona.
A third generation syndicalist and a second generation trans woman,
she was in her thirties. You would assume that the
Dreadnoughts would skew younger than the rest of the anti fascists,
but they don't. Fanato nihilism attracts people of all ages.
We are saying farewell to the blessed ones tonight. She said,

(19:49):
you should come, You should see before all of us
are so blessed. I knew enough about the Dreadnoughts to
parse out what she was saying. The dead were the
blessed they or the lucky ones, and all of the
Dreadnoughts would soon follow. I can't say no to a party,
I can't say no to a trans woman with a labyris,
and I can't say no to getting to see a

(20:10):
new funeral write. So I went with her. It was
like nothing I'd seen before. All six hundred Dreadnoughts plus
a couple hundred regular soldiers paying their respects, stood in
a line at the edge of the camp, facing towards
the field of battle. Thirty of the Dreadnoughts came over
the hill, carrying the six fallen Knights, a torch bearer,

(20:33):
a company in each body. For a moment, everything was
silent but for the rustle of chainmail and the scraping
of metal armor. Then the horns began. I'd never seen
or imagined these things before. Celtic War horns with dragonheads
that rose five feet above the crowd. I don't know
how to describe their music haunting. This didn't feel like

(20:58):
a like a ren fare with happy minutess. This felt
something ancient. An extinct giant boar wandered close to the
edge of camp, and curiosity sat on its haunches and listened.
Ten singers began keening, a wordless, toneless morning singing. The

(21:19):
ancient hills were around us. Dear listener, I am not
a religious person, yet there is another world beneath this world,
an invisible world, and I believe that now. I felt it.
That night, the bodies were laid on a makeshift altar
of lashed logs, and I assumed they would be burned.

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It just seems like what should have happened, or maybe
fed to the dinosaurs, I don't know. Instead, while the
horns played, while the boar watched, while the keeners sang.
One by one, the friends of the dead came up
and stripped their bodies. The first people took bits of armor,

(22:01):
the next took clothes. After that, knives came out. Tattoos
were flayed from flesh to be turned into leather patches.
Then people took teeth took bones as emblems. Once there
was almost nothing left, a single man, heavy set and
half naked, came out with a gigantic hammer. He walked

(22:23):
up to a body. The crowd breathed in. As he
breathed in, he let out his voice with a hun,
and the crowd joined him. He brought the hammer down
on the skull of the dead, crushing it and the
platform beneath it into the ground. He did this for
each body in turn. Then the thirty pallbearers took the

(22:47):
ruined bodies back out to the field, the whole order
of operations in reverse. The strong man disappeared into the crowd.
The singing stopped, the horns stopped. We stood silent as
the torches disappeared over the hill. One figure, a small,
olive skinned woman wearing Middle Eastern armor, stood in front

(23:09):
of the crowd. She held a human femur in each hand.
Aloft above her head. She held something in Arabic, then caughtalum,
then in English, hail the victorious dead, which is for
anyone who isn't caught up on such things a lord
of the rings quote. I had to have it explained
to me later. The ceremony ended, and the party began.

(23:34):
The young and the young at heart danced and drank
and sang all night, challenging each other to build fires
higher and higher. But even drunk, they were cautious. A
dreadnought aims to die in battle, not drunk at a party.
The older Dreadnoughts formed circles to talk, to drink or

(23:54):
to not drink, to sing songs to reflect. I joined
Octavia one of these, and we talked late into the night.
And I'm not going to become an immediatist anytime soon,
but I'm still not going to tell you everything that
we talked about, not the details. We talked about our
hopes and fears and dreams and what we liked in

(24:15):
bed and what we liked about each other. As for
how the rest of the night went, you'll have to
pop on over to our sister podcast, Under the Pants
and Under the Ground. Thanks so much for listening. That
ends Part three of Mixed Bunny Face Murders Reports from
the front line. But don't worry, that's not the end

(24:36):
of it. There is more of that to come. And
if you liked this podcast, you, for whatever reason, might
like the fact that I wrote a book thirty years ago.
It came out in twenty twenty five. It was called
The Immortal Choir Holds Every Voice and it was published
by Strangers in Tangled Wilderness, and it was kickstarted in

(24:58):
March twenty twenty five, and early twenty twenty five was
a weird time to be pitching fantasy books instead of
just getting ready for the rise of fascism in the
United States. I'll tell you what, but you know I
was grateful thirty years ago. In twenty twenty five, were
all the people who signed up for alerts on the
Kickstarter's page telling them about how the book was going

(25:21):
to come out, which they probably did by googling Immortal
Choir Marret Kiljoy. Anyway, see y'all next week. Good luck
with everything. Hope you survive the Dino War. But there's hope,
even if not for us.

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