Twin Towers Two by Ross Brodie
The son of Arkansas landowners, Philip Cabal had a steeped religious upbringing, but the Christian message was distorted by an oppressive presbertarian education - coupled with his unusual and powerful cognition, it produced a fanciful and disturbing fantasy - Philip's father wondered if his son was inhabited by the ghosts of William Blake, John Milton and Dante; at ten the boy was obsessed with the Divine Comedy, repeatedly sketching levels of purgatory in his text books.

Despite his heavily stilted faith Philip never preached to school friends; he hid his beliefs and waged a secret Christian war with the forces of 'evil'-always in abundance wherever he went. The idea of fighting the Devil captured his imagination; each theological discussion accompanied by an 'action' sequence, enriching the otherwise boorish gospels and 'morals'.

On seeing demons trespass the terrestrial he formulated phalanxes of resistance, sought springs of power, arcing spumes and spurts of righteousness disposed enemies, but the imaginary beasts became predictable, the transcendental battles spilled into the real world. He sought real enemies, found none; maintained the simulation by creating foes - manipulating friends, transposing their personalities into liturgical dramas. Making friends was too easy, more adversaries were required; enemies needed cultivating - the perversion of friendships. Betrayal motivated spitefulness against him in exciting ways. School ideal; reformation of gangs ostracized, creating opponents. He splintered, affirmed independence, rejected hierarchy, strategically stalked scullions, selected cohorts to compliment resistance; new game, playground war perpetuated. Monitoring rhizome of allegiances his charm soothed scolded pride, kept pupils transfixed with imaginary enemies, he was a source of entertainment. In the class room his talent precocious, on the field admired for his passion and sympathy towards chided rivals.
The interpretation of Christ dying for our sins was perverted the day his older brother was killed in a car accident. Philip brooded over Christ's 'sacrifice' - a death disingenuous to his predicament. Bitterly he renounced God. Sins, he reasoned, were paid for by the sinners of terrestrial existence. A childhood looking for enemies sensitized his perception of danger, which he found in innocuous places, everywhere.
He had been taught that heaven was on earth; hell there too - he was not discouraged. Disinterested with fictions and playground allegiances he turned to study, his talent accelerated. He no longer corresponded with god, or his proxy human form; the will to power drove him onwards. If he did not fulfill his potential he would be exposed to a malign and omnipresent corruption. This necessitated a policy of social isolation.

Solitude; studiously applying himself at university, completing a construction engineering degree whilst accruing fortunes from gambling stocks and shares gifted by his father; profit injected into fledgling construction businesses, soon to become conglomerates; Cabal's violent modernity assuaged his compelling appetite for the military-industrial complex. He brought shares in weapons companies, his portfolio a spicy mix creating infrastructure, destroying it.

He accumulated wealth with an overheated, over suspicious, overaggressive, grandiose style. He employed researchers, was in possession of all the facts - accentuating his paranoia. He became apocalyptic in expression. Paranoia: the ability to recognize danger, especially on the stock market. In dreams he saw an image of violence that became realized as the exact opposite: a reality with no image. Forewarned he sold shares and then watched in abject horror as the events unfolded on September 11th, 2001.

He rejected government funded social scientists' computer-generated hypotheticals on tower pulverization. He re-watched the footage into a perpetual event. The war on terror passed him as he examined dust puffs - detonations of explosives, he reasoned; a planned, controlled demolition. He consulted his army of engineers. Fearing for their jobs they agreed: if two planes had hit the buildings they would not have fallen that way.

Non-dependents of Cabal's empire claimed his theory led nowhere, that he was being profoundly unscientific and irrational. Cabal's suspicions where heighted by their arguments. He further withdrew from public life. His obsession became so intense it substituted itself with the faith he had lost. Vast resources and wealth were inconsequential if he had no destiny; conspiracy gave him one: extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

A grand disaster needs a grand conspiracy - evidence was difficult to find but Cabal joined the points of data to create an all-explaining story line: the destruction of the towers stimulating the national and international agendas of an underground organization: the New World Order. Cabal kept his suspicions to himself; he thought the Order watched everything - as a military industrialist he believed they indirectly employed him.

Bunkered inside a room with views, Cabal engaged daily calculations where the magnitudes of effects in the world were balanced with the magnitudes of the causes behind them. From channel to channel he hopped - an archetypal pattern familiar to Citizens of despotic fantasies, comforted by the formulation of which malevolent forces were orchestrating the day's global events. "Damn the deceptions of official explanations!" On the orders of his concerned physician he took a walk in the woods.

Through his acres he re-discovered a place he and his brother had played. Delighted he advanced but tripped, fell unconscious. A whine recalled his senses, he lifted his dull head, heard a man shout, the sway of branches and leaves, a lumbering creak; he picked himself up before the tree fell on him. The forester was distraught - had not seen him in the undergrowth. Cabal broke down - no comfort in knowing random events had almost taken his life. Through teary eyes he observed the trunk, was then inspired.

He sat on the log, used the lumberjacks pad and pencil to begin preparations. Hypothesis: Controlled demolition. Objective: Disprove hypothesis. Plan: Reproduce 9/11 according to official record, record simulation, analyze results, synthesize conclusion from data. He examined the chainsaw peppered with shavings. Materials: Two towers, two jets, team of scientists, equipment - he looked at the lumberjack, made an additional scribble: Secrecy - remote, secure, classified location.

"The investigation into the World Trade Center fire and collapse amounted to paper and computer-generated hypotheticals," Cabal announced at a clandestine meeting on his Atlantic oil rig. Wind and rain battered the windows; board members anxiously watched inky blue waves rising into colossal monoliths of hydrodynamic power. "My experiment will provide unequivocal truth. You all received notification of the project, what are the findings of your investigations?"

"Your private desert in New Mexico will provide the sixteen acre test site," said the military specialist.

"We will excavate one million cubic yards of earth and rock and then build a six level basement in the foundations," said the constructionist.

"We require 181,400 metric tons of steel, 43,600 windows for the towers, one reaching 1,709 feet, the other 1,363," said the architect.

"We have two Boeing 767s in your ageing Indonesian fleet," said the aviator. "They can be flown by remote control. Their flight paths will be identical to 2001. They will travel at 500 mph when they hit, each plane releasing 10,000 gallons of jet fuel."