Live with your century, but do not be its creature.
(Friedrich Schiller)
Retirement... It was humdrum, downright humdrum. – Oh, he had known in advance it would be, and had tried to avoid the unavoidable. But age was merciless, and the Grand Vizier had been it as well, at the end of the day. However, it hadn't been an easy endeavour. You couldn't simply retire the head of Istihbarat and Teşkilât-ı Mahsusa. There were lots of people who thought they had a crow to pick with him, Armenians, Arabs, Greeks, Russians, Chinese, criminals of all kinds, and Shaitan knew who else...
They had provided him a new identity. He was a retired naval captain now, who had served in Yaman and Ummān for the last twenty years of his career – and had now taken residence at Mecidiye on the Gulf of Saros. The mansion was all right, the staff zealous to please, but it was boring past belief... He was a widower, officially, and had no children. It reflected reality insofar as he never had been married, and that he knew of no offspring.
Well, thinking of it, it was a pity to have no children. – But there never had been time for such matters. Oh, it had been a thrilling life, he couldn't complain. – Yet, times had changed, considerably so. There had been real wars, back then, and quite a bunch of merry armed conflicts below that level... But the invention of nuclear weapons had turned the table. Normal warfare had ceased to happen. Super bombs and artificial suns were now state of the art, killing millions of people at one dash – or turning them into a horde of cannibals...
Considering this awful evolution, retirement might seem to be a good thing, even... When had he been out in the field for the last time? Long time ago... Yeah, the War for Uyghurstan Independence... And that Chinese monster bomb had now destroyed the country, had made it uninhabitable. What a kludge! – Thereafter, it had been desk work. And because of the symptoms of old age that had begun plaguing him, he had come to terms with the desk... Fuck, he had even helped to make the Empire a nuclear power...
So, men were travelling through the void today, and were manipulating the global weather... It wasn't good, in his opinion, it only could go awry... And he was a bloody civilian now, a pensioner without clout, far away from the capital. Kadir Muharip was leaning on his walking stick and looking over the vespertine Gulf of Saros. It was a peaceful picture. He closed his eyes.
(Friedrich Schiller)
Retirement... It was humdrum, downright humdrum. – Oh, he had known in advance it would be, and had tried to avoid the unavoidable. But age was merciless, and the Grand Vizier had been it as well, at the end of the day. However, it hadn't been an easy endeavour. You couldn't simply retire the head of Istihbarat and Teşkilât-ı Mahsusa. There were lots of people who thought they had a crow to pick with him, Armenians, Arabs, Greeks, Russians, Chinese, criminals of all kinds, and Shaitan knew who else...
They had provided him a new identity. He was a retired naval captain now, who had served in Yaman and Ummān for the last twenty years of his career – and had now taken residence at Mecidiye on the Gulf of Saros. The mansion was all right, the staff zealous to please, but it was boring past belief... He was a widower, officially, and had no children. It reflected reality insofar as he never had been married, and that he knew of no offspring.
Well, thinking of it, it was a pity to have no children. – But there never had been time for such matters. Oh, it had been a thrilling life, he couldn't complain. – Yet, times had changed, considerably so. There had been real wars, back then, and quite a bunch of merry armed conflicts below that level... But the invention of nuclear weapons had turned the table. Normal warfare had ceased to happen. Super bombs and artificial suns were now state of the art, killing millions of people at one dash – or turning them into a horde of cannibals...
Considering this awful evolution, retirement might seem to be a good thing, even... When had he been out in the field for the last time? Long time ago... Yeah, the War for Uyghurstan Independence... And that Chinese monster bomb had now destroyed the country, had made it uninhabitable. What a kludge! – Thereafter, it had been desk work. And because of the symptoms of old age that had begun plaguing him, he had come to terms with the desk... Fuck, he had even helped to make the Empire a nuclear power...
So, men were travelling through the void today, and were manipulating the global weather... It wasn't good, in his opinion, it only could go awry... And he was a bloody civilian now, a pensioner without clout, far away from the capital. Kadir Muharip was leaning on his walking stick and looking over the vespertine Gulf of Saros. It was a peaceful picture. He closed his eyes.