ESCHATOLOGICALLY

“According to an old legend King Midas once pursued the astute Silenus, Dionysus' escort, throughout the woods without being able to capture him. When, finally, he fell into the king's hands, this asked him what was for a human being the greatest of all goods, the biggest of all privileges. Inflexible and without a move fell silent the demon."                                    --Friedrich Nietzsche

 All of the world's money, in all its existing forms, suddenly was seen and smelt as human excrement, its new material essence, its absolute form. Individual reactions were too diverse, but all marked by an intense perplexity. The banker was counting his cash, when the dollar bills melted and made soft, pasty, slipped down from his hands. Astute, he didn't give an order to throw that repulsive thing into garbage, because he soon noticed that all of his patrimony had by then assumed this new way of being-in-the-world. Beggars, shantytown dwellers,favelados and wretches of all kinds began enthusiastically to eat vegetables, weeds, earth or whatever could cause them to defecate abundantly. All existing gold turned into a mild, sweetly ill-smelling kind of yellowish feces, resembling that of little babies.

Rumors arose that, intending to maintain public order, governments soon would print new paper money. By doing so, they would be then obliged to exchange old money---eschatologically transformed--- by the new one. To each citizen would be warranted the right to permute his fecal portion by a new money amount.

  Nonetheless, every attempt to make new dollars, yuans, yens, pounds, euros as well as any other currency, resulted inexorably in the same shit.

Bank checks, even if correctly written, evaporated immediately after being signed, becoming fetid flatulencies.

As a result of these rumors about the exchange of excrements by new money, crowds began to drain out cities' sewers. Some people  tried to bottle their intestinal gases in large vaults, or even smaller ones, certain that they would become rich by alleging to have lost large amounts of money in printed checks.

The irrespirable milieu of banks was soon carefully hygienized. All pickings that remained as rests of excrement or farts were meticulously stored inside the most hermetic vaults. In newspapers, supposed specialists announced their finest abilities as smart connoisseurs of the also very well discernible" smell of U.S. dollars, euros, Japanese yen, and British pounds. Although at this time it was evident that no one could be able to state anything about the true value of these once-strong currencies, the economists seemed still to breathe amidst the same atmosphere previous to the unusual, peculiar cataclysm.
Meanwhile, bankers and billionaires were waiting anxiously for an official statement, a credible e-mail, or even for any kind of rumor, concerning whatever might have happened in Switzerland. In this country, differently from all others, news agencies were totally mute from the first moment of Eschatos or Skatos (scholars were still discussing on which could be the most appropriate name for this New Age). Nobody, not even frontier's guards nor spies, had been capable of getting any information about what exactly had happened by those days to the Swiss franc. Might it have changed into the same dejects? Nothing was known regarding the giant amounts of dollars and of gold stored inside the banking houses of Zürich, Genève, and Basel.
Another rumor in the media: an extraordinary meeting of the United Nations,

Can you guess what comes next? Take a look at these singular interconnected tales forming a novel! 

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