Academic Economic Zone 2

Yes. Number One Nine Five Seven here. Time to reveal yet another quadrant, section, area, level, parish, zone of Soybean Island:

AEZ2.

This place resides just south of The University of Soybean Island and for all practical purposes (and by official lie) it is connected to that institution of higher non-learning.

As always yet even more so, I must be very careful with what I show, with what images I select. A reminder: The Apparatus loves and deciphers images, they ignore the written word (unless, possibly, it is a caption).

But AEZ2 is an area where corporations can have their way with the academic world, where they have access not only to all research and invention, but to physical space and the student body as well.

What corporations want, corporation get on Soybean Island.

Of course, as a member of the Prisoner Class, I cannot fully understand the nefariously diabolical machinations of this island, other than I know it is ruled by a Corporate Elite and that it houses those humans who governments and oligarchs and secret societies wish to have disappear. They are paid quite handsomely for this rendition of exiled prisoners. Anyway, Academic Economic Zone 2:

AEZ2 is quite different that AEZ1 (commonly and oddly-affectionately known as Snailtown). Where Snailtown (Academic Economic Zone 1) is all about commerce and filling the needs or perceived needs or conspicuous non-needs of student and faculty, AEZ2 is all about The Man.

This area used to be quite rural. It used to be agricultural, often put to use by the University's Department of Agriculture.

From this:

To this:

With more to come!

From here:

To there:

Yes, the top are real animals, I believe. While the latter photo is but a statue.

Or are they snails?

I can never tell . . .

But here is some curious artwork:

Metallic?

Check.

Cage-like?

Check.

Inhumane?

But of course!

Rather snail-like as well, I observe . . .

And this: Look!

A steel barrier cage in the middle of nowhere . . . Wow . . . No doubt it awaits the development of streets and buildings to catch up with it, but of course it's important to build spaces of confinement first. Yes.

But which is better? The rise of corporate infrastructure, or hanging on to what was?

Alas, it is neither here nor there, to be or not to be, good or bad or black and white or night, day, spring, summer, fall, winter or of burning importance to me. It is but Soybean Island and all I wish for is escape . . .

Until next time if there is a next time:

Goodbye from Soybean Island,

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