"Alexander Kazantsev. The Destruction of Faena (ГИБЕЛЬ ФАЭНЫ, англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

future Dictator with inspiration.
"You traded with the roundheads, your wife nursed their children,"
began a workshop proprietor insinuatingly, and he threw back his cowl. "That
is advantageous to us, because, however loudly you may shout about hatred,
the overseas proprietors can still trust you most of all for having been
able to get on with the roundheads. You will go overseas and convince them
that what has happened here will happen to them too. Let them help us to
deal with the power of the 'seekers after justice', having thereby preserved
their own possessions. Let them send good weapons to the contingents of your
cutthroats. You will know how to use it. Both now ... and later. You
understand?" And the workshop proprietor pulled the hood with its eyeslits
down over his face.
Yar Jupi understood everything perfectly. Shrewd and cunning, he made
his Doctrine of Hatred the main weapon against the Power of Justice. He even
did not hesitate to publicise his maniacal plan for the seizure of the whole
planet by the longfaces. The overseas proprietors turned a blind eye to
this. It was most important of all for them to help the leader to deal with
the hated power of the toilers, and if he also spouted empty phrases about
conquests, then let him amuse himself, but he would at least be doing his
job.
The ex-tradesman not only fooled the overseas proprietors, he
surrounded himself with bands of cutthroats lusting for booty. He distracted
the unstable elements from the defence of their own interests by encouraging
them to persecute the roundheads. In a word, he did everything that was
required.
The Power of Justice was smashed. Its leaders from among the toilers
and also many roundfaced Faetians were exterminated. The continent swam in
blood. Yar Jupi was carried to the top on a crest of bloody foam.
The Council of Blood made the subtle and obliging shopkeeper Dictator
of Power-mania, counting on his subservience. No one, apart from him, knew
who was a member of the Council of Blood and whose interests it defended.
After dealing with the toilers' revolt, the new Dictator proclaimed all
roundheads (mostly toilers) to be inferior citizens. In the name of struggle
with overpopulation on the planet, he forbade them to have children. Newborn
infants and their parents were threatened with the death penalty. But the
roundheads had to labour twice as hard as the rest. The use of overseas
products was declared incompatible with the principles of blood. The
proprietors of Powermania sighed with relief: their profits were safe.
The overseas proprietors came to their senses too late. Yar Jupi not
only deprived them of profits on the old continent, but threatened them with
a war of disintegration, of total annihilation. They had no option but to
prepare for such a war in defence, above all, of their own power and
profits.
The military leaders of both sides, fearing a disintegration war,
intended to deliver the strike first. To ensure that it would also be the
last, they demanded the build-up of disintegration weapons. The proprietors
of both continents, equally demented and camouflaging their intentions
behind phrases about a love of peace, compelled their workshops to produce
even more frenziedly.
The naive hopes of Um Sat, the great Elder of learning, for a peaceful