Free The Western Lands by William S. Burroughs Page A

England said to Brion Gysin: "How does it feel to know that you are one of the last human beings?"
    Brion was noncommittal, and the Venusian added facetiously, "Well, life won't be so bad on the reservation. "
    The program of the ruling elite in Orwell's 1984 was: "A foot stamping on a human face forever!" This is naïve and optimistic. No species could survive for even a generation under such a program. This is not a program of eternal, or even long-range dominance. It is clearly an extermination program.
    Joe decided that people were too busy making money to foster a climate in which research could flourish. Joe didn't have ideas about rewriting history like Kim did. More of Kim's irresponsible faggotry: he's going to rewrite history while we wait. Well, let determined things to destiny hold unbewailed their way. DESTINY prances out in an atomic T-shirt—her glow in the dark.
    Joe decides to go into deepfreeze for fifty years. With a million dollars judiciously distributed in bonds and savings accounts, the whole system set up with dummy companies and mail drops, Joe will be a rich man when he wakes up.
    And what about Kim?
    "Oh," Joe shrugs. "I guess that one can take care of himself in the Land of the Dead. At least he won't have any mail-order croaker pulling him out half-baked. Not with that 45-70 hollow point just under the left shoulder blade."

    Joe puts out a hook baited with a blond Nordic Übermensch from the 1936 Olympics—Herr Hellbrandt. Yes, hell-burnt . . . 
    Ah, a strike! Postmark is Medellin, Colombia. Honorarium of two hundred thousand dollars a year (or other currency of his choice) to take over a center devoted to genetic research. If interested he can contact our representative in Mexico City . . . Abogado Hernandez Desamparado, 23 avenida Cinco de Mayo, Mexico, D.F.

    Joe has confided in no one. But they know. They are waiting for him. He decides to leave some future shock behind him: notarized clinical notes and X rays demonstrating the results of magnetic field therapy, citing cases of total remission of cancerous tumors that would, with conventional treatment, have been fatal in a few weeks or months. The cases cover many types of cancer, with instructions for building the therapeutic device from materials easily and cheaply obtained. The device is basically Reich's Orgone Accumulator, a construction of organic material lined with iron or steel wool. Joe has added a number of alterations, notably magnetized iron, which vastly potentiate the action.
    Cancer seems as immutably real and exempt from intervention as a nuclear blast. The explosive replication of cells? Once it starts, it is like an atom bomb that has already detonated. Death is an end product of purpose, of destiny. Something to be done in a certain time, and once it is done there is no point in staying around. Like a bullfight. Destiny = Ren.
    A cancer cell, a virus has no destiny, no human purpose beyond endless replication. It has no work to finish and no reason to die. Give it a reason to die and it will. The ultimate purpose of cancer and all virus, is to replace the host. So instead of trying to kill the cancer cells, help them to replicate and to replace host cells.
    Produce the first all-virus rat, it's more efficient—instead of all these elaborate organs we have just cells, an undifferentiated structure. Instead of endeavoring to keep the rat alive, we will endeavor to keep the cancer cells alive. Instead of trying to keep the patient alive, we will keep his Death alive. If he can become Death, he cannot die.
    Death is incidental to function. When function is accomplished, death occurs. So instead of joining the retarded medical profession and desperately trying to keep Death out, why not let Death all the way in?
    Joe saw cancer as just another milepost. Cancer came into its own with the Industrial Revolution, a cancer model dedicated to producing identical replicas on an assembly line. The analogy carries over to human