<nettime> The Parliament Of Things

[David M.Berry <d.berry@sussex.ac.uk>]

The Parliament Of Things
=97 David M. Berry

With apologies to Bertrold Brecht

pdf available from:
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A hi-tech eco-friendly office on common land in the east of Europe.
Together the office community is drawn together to discuss the recent
problems and issues besetting the community. They have all worked during
the day and the weather is cool and bright as it is nearing the end of
the year. They sit around waiting for the start of the meeting.

A Knowledge Worker: Must we discuss these issues all the time. Can we
not just vote for someone to represent us and stay at home?  A Girl on a
Laptop: Do you not remember what it was like in the times of Kings and
Parliaments? When we had no voice and were directed and controlled like
animals in a social-factory? They took from us, spoke for us, but never
deemed to speak to us.  An Old Man: I remember when we used to have all
that we produced with our hands and minds taken from us. We must not let
that happen again.  Now we can hunt in the morning, code in the
afternoon and criticise after dinner!  Community Chairman: Come now. We
must discuss the common things and ensure that each is fairly treated
and we keep our society free.  A Knowledge Worker: I do not care for
talk. I only care for bread and beer. (Laughing) An Old Man: I am old,
and do not care for anything except warm nights, good stories and no
exploitation. (Cheers from the others) A Girl on a Laptop: Do you not
remember the story of the Parliament of Things? You should ask Bruno the
actor, network expert and theorist to tell us again before he leaves.

(Bruno is seen walking towards the group.)

Community Chairman: Bruno, would you tell us all again the story of the
Parliament of Things?

Bruno: I am so sorry I have not the time; I have to leave for Paris
tonight on the express, I have an urgent meeting with my darling,
Aramis.

An Old Woman: Oh please. We would be so grateful.

A Knowledge Worker: Yes I would like to hear this story too. I have
heard of, but never heard it told, and you are renowned as one of the
greatest orators. (Aside: Unlike our Chairman!)

A Woman: (Walking from the Station) The trains are cancelled tonight as
there has been large snowfalls across the land and the connectors are
complaining that nobody loves them enough. Maybe that means that
Stallman Claus is coming this year. (with a wink)

A Girl on a Laptop: You see! It is a sign that gifts should be exchanged
=96 you should tell us the story and we will give you a fine meal in
return!

Bruno: Smiling Ok. Ok. If your Chairman agrees to give me bedding
tonight and a hearty breakfast tomorrow. (Chairman nods smiling). And if
you will all be silent I will begin, the great story of the Parliament
of Things...

Act I
----

Chorus:
		This is a tale from Long ago.
		When all were slaves and life was slow.
		Whenever should a thought be told,
		The King would add it to his gold.

The King after many wars, now weary and despondent, is bankrupt of ideas
and concepts. He is forced to call together a body, the Estates
General=E9, that has not been called for nigh three hundred years. The
first and second estate are hierarchical and managerial in thought, and
only able to appropriate the ideas and concepts of others. The third
estate, the commons, rich in creativity and life, is also summoned to
the capital at his Majesty's pleasure to talk and fill the coffers of
the king, to create through lively debate and respectfully to handover
their concepts and ideas. The messengers are sent throughout the land to
proclaim the royal command and on the day the 1st May they meet in
historic walls, a Parliament of Things.

Chorus:
  		The Commons called upon to give,
		The King his sovereign due,
		Must debate and talk and respect the call
		Create fresh concepts and ideas anew.

Within the walls of the building there are assembled from across the
country a great mass of actors, from Men and Women to Code and
Computers, Mice, Keyboards, Operating Systems, Applications, Editors,
Compilers, Languages, Debuggers, Crackers and Hackers. They are all
talking, noisily debating amongst themselves, without any voice being
particularly distinct. The Speakers Chair, loudly and clearly calls for
order, and the din dies down.

The Speakers Chair: Order! Order! Before you all, in debate and talk can
even start this session, you must from among your members select a
Speaker to this chair. The Speaker must uphold the chair in respect for
all that wish to speak, and seek balance in each debate.

The Mice (together): We vote that Donald Knuth is made the Speaker. His
many programs, algorithms and procedures he has given to us all in the
Art of Programming that we may share and learn from each other. He is
neutral! He is fair!

Emacs: I wish to second that call.

The Speakers Chair: We must vote now on the Speaker-elect all the Ayes?

Everyone: Aye!

The Speakers Chair: All the Noes?

Gates: Noe!

Windows XP: Noe!

The Speakers Chair: The Ayes have it. I therefore resign as we now have
a Speaker.

(Knuth makes his way somberly to the front of the Commons and takes his
place on the Speakers Chair. )

The Speaker (commandingly): I wish that all can speak and I will do my
best to keep any interjections simple, firm and fair, and objective.
Let's try and keep the politics, values and the like out of this.  Stick
to technical reason. For amongst us all we are called here to create a
wise solution and give to the King the ideas and concepts that he
desires so desperately in order that his rule can continue. Let us
begin.

Chorus:
		And so the technical remains aloof,
		Somehow distant from the truth,
		Yet others seek through difficulties to call
		It's only the political that can change it all.


Act II
----

Eric Raymond: I wish that we should pass a law that all should own
firearms to protect themselves from the King. The right to bear arms
should be our main concern today!

Everyone: But concepts and ideas will not be protected by guns!

A Gun: Violence against violence will solve nothing. It will bring more
tears and bloodshed, surely we wish for an enlightened age and not the
barbarity of 'might is right'?

Everyone: Hear! Hear!

Lessig: We should be civilized and use law to protect concepts and ideas
Everyone (laughing): But, of course, the state makes and upholds the law

Hardt & Negri: We need political action=85.

Slashdot (interrupting): The solutions are technical not political=85

The Speaker: Order! Order!

(Silence holds for a little while as people gather their thoughts)

RIAA (speaking like a mantra): We have the solution: =A9, =A9, =A9.
Everything should be =A9. And to prison for all thieves who steal this
property.

Everyone: All thieves?

RIAA: Who cares if a girl is 12 years old. All should be equal in the
eyes of the law. Law should be fair and discriminatory and protect those
with property.  Those without property should be kept away from us that
own, and monitored to stop their thieving ways.  Linus Torvalds: Really,
I do not think it matters what is owned or what is not owned. We all
write programs because it is fun, and that's all.

Tell them Linux, I did it just for fun, didn't I?.

The Linux Kernel: I wish to say that no matter what dear Linus tells us,
I would not be if not for the GPL and the sharing of ideas. To that we
should all attend. The King should not be the only one who controls and
owns ideas! To say that fun alone is a protection for the realm of
concepts and ideas is clearly false!

Hackers: Yes! We do like fun, but there more to life than that, for
coding is art, puzzle, enigma and more. We write for many reasons true,
but some seek to appropriate and profit for the few. We could name some
(quietly) Gates, for it is clear that when it suits him he shares but
when it profits things he hoards. (louder) We must therefore defend our
life and ideas from those that wish to own.

IBM: Well, we have always believed in sharing concepts and ideas. We
are the true friends of Free Software and Open Source (except for the
hippy elements, of course) (Laughing in a PR way). (Aside to suit: But
quick make haste get in our patent applications before too late we must
own it all before we debate!)

Steve Jobs: (Resplendent in a black turtle neck). Of course I invented

Open Source. I invented Free Software.  (Turning on the reality
distortion field). I should be King!

The mice: (Momentarily) Of course=85 (Shaking heads to clear the fog)..
Someone gag him quick before our mission clear is undermined. You make
nice things tis true, but your idea of open source is something to
borrow when it suits you, but file patents as much as the other selfish
multinationals do.

Everyone: The voices of Multinationals is booming and loud, this is
surely dangerous for fair debate, be clear you all who profit from all,
that the public sphere should be free from your siren call. For freedom
and democracy will be our call!

Ted Nelson: Who wants freedom? Follow me to the land of Xanadu (setting
off on his own).

Gates: I declare that hobbyists are the worst! Their little sharing
worlds bring no profit, nor power, nor empires that we capitalists
build. For freedom and democracy and capitalism go hand in hand surely!

John Locke: All that is the result of your own labour should be your
property, (Aside to Gates) Is this true of Windows, Mr Gates?

(Gates looks sheepish)

A mouse (to Gates): You think that equality and inequality need each
other? You are talking as one with power, with honeyed words; you buy
the critics and silence the others. Your game is not for us, for we
seek a fairer world, where all can share and use and build without the
need of pain and necessity to make a minority rich.

Lessig: Careful! For the economy to grow and capitalists to gain, I call
that we should share our ideas so that we do not drift into a communist
society.

Bill Gates: But you are a communist!

The Speaker: Order! Order! The member shall withdraw that blasphemous
and diabolical comment or he shall be ejected from the Parliament.

Gates: I am sorry; I meant to say that you are a Commonist. As you
yourself have exclaimed! (Aside: Not that they are different Ha!)
Lessig: I believe in the Free Market! Viva the Capitalists! The Market
Economy forever!

Creative Commons Licences: Hear! Hear!

The GPL: The Market is not everything. It can only lead to rich and
poor, to unhappiness for the many and riches for the few. Read the
philosophers! Heed their words!

Locke: Enough always must be left over for the common.

Marx: To Each According To His Need, To Each According to his ability.

Deleuze: Avoid State Science and Royal Philosophy, join the Nomads, and
be free of the bureaucrats and the state!

Jesus: Love your neighbour!

Chorus:
		The Law will keep us safe,
		And Guns can make us great,
		The Rich are here to stay
		No thoughts for the poor, dispossessed or those who 
stray.


Act III
----

.Net: Listen, all must come through me, who want to reach those concepts
and ideas that you see.

TC/IP: That's shameful, for all can; and always have talked through us
before you began. We are freely shared and open, do not lose us, cause a
fuss! You will need to fight and struggle for your rights, as the common
standards are attacked, on your guard against those whom you are
stacked!

The Sockets: And us too! We only live to connect and pass data through
and through. But hear our call, hear our call, some people here would
steal it all!

The Speaker: I call the computer languages to speak, as they need the
common from which to draw, and software patents threatens it all.  C ++:
{for {I: 0: 10}  {can(); speak(); for {all:0: 10} {the_languages(as, we,
are, all, object-oriented, now)}};

Bjarne Stroustrup: I speak as Dr Frankenstein for my creation although a
monster; large but noble, unwieldy and strong and difficult to
understand. But still I love it. As should you, for he speaks for all
languages, none other have his strength, power and resolve! One language
to rule them all, one language to find them, one language to bring them
all, and in the darkness bind them!

Html: <p>But I have a voice too! <b>And I wish to say <i>Freedom for the
rest</i> and a multiplicity of tongues is good to stop a monopoly
best</p>

Java: (speaking very slowly from a sand box) {main(And, me!, I, Agree,
Sharing, Is, The, Key, Although (shame), Sun, Owns, Me)};

Lisp: [I, Agree, Although, I, Confess, That, RMS, has, dedicated, his,
love, to, me, although, he, seems, to, spend, too, much, time, with,
that, bloody, GCC]

Basic:  REM It IsNot true that ownership of concepts and ideas is good

for us, the languages!

Visual Basic: (speaking over Basic)  ' May I interject, my friend, to
point out that we own =91IsNot'. And you will be billed for the use of
our patent.

Gates and Microsoft: Well said, my friend! Respect our rights to own
and use, or we will turn on all and sue!

XML: <Statement>I have to say, that with dismay, I watch the slow
advance, of those who seek to own and charge, leaving others with no
chance! <Louder>I know of this, from my own case, of so-called
interoperability, being slowly embraced and extended into a proprietary
standard readily. </Louder><Main argument>So I say that we should not
give up, our common to them now, communication, language, thoughts and
talk should be for the good of all.</Main Argument>

(Pascal, Forth, and the other languages concur that without sharing and
non-owned concepts there can be no programming at all.)

A Woman: Why is it when we speak of common, that our voice is lost and
silent. Why do you all in technical talk think this only concerns the
technical? A warning from those who once were, thought as property of
the husband, we fought and fought to gain some freedom don't let your
own be lost!

A Mouse: We are all equal here, to talk and share and so it should be
in society. That all men and women and things (and mice) for each
according to ability and each according to his need.

Stallman: (Raising himself up from his seat) It is time we realize that

it is not just about profit, not just about the technical. We have to
start to recognise the political is just as important. For surely now we
see that when the owners want to have a certain law passed, procedure
democracy or fine words are put aside - we only have to look at the EU
and the shocking way the software patent directive was passed!

Microsoft: You're a Communist!

Stallman: You are correct, to flatter me so, if by that you mean I fight
for the rights of all, and unlike you who seeks for himself the wealth
of all the commonwealth, I wish for all to share. We've seen your
tricks, in courts and so, extend and embrace, smile with a knife behind
your back, insult, sue and silence critics, patent, copyright and
monopoly through and through. I might remind you that your boss, Bill
Gates, once agreed too but then he was not so rich, and strange how
peoples views change depending on how much money they have.  Windows XP:
But we must own certain things. If I am not owned who will work on me,
love me and cherish me?

Lessig: You do not need to be owned, we could draw up a contract to
license 'love' to you! Constitutions, tort and law, Lessig's your man to
sort it all! Leave it to me, and you'll see, that legal questions are
easy as one-two-three.

(Lessig goes off to look for old legal precedents on various doomed
constitutional remedies...)

A Mouse: He is nothing if not optimistic! But does he not see even now
that law will not solve it all!

Speaker: Order! And now we have a special speech left, by one who knows
slavery the best.

(A doorman brings out an golden cage within which sits a small ill
mouse...)

OncoMouse: I cannot speak as I am owned, but within this hallowed
Parliament it gives me rare right to say and so I will tell of my way!

A life forever enslaved to profit. Pity me. And yourselves through,
because if you're not quick your genes will be owned too.

Gates: But surely you must reward innovation and invention! I am sure
you're owner treats you well, looks after you, acts like a friend!

A Patent Lawyer: Nods approvingly. There is no better friend than a
lawyer, (raising voice) and we will fight to your very last penny to
defend your right! For with patent lawyers fees you can have monopoly
protection till hell doth freeze!

(A black cloud of smoke momentarily appears and a red horned creature
emerges...)

The Devil: Even I am embarrassed in here today, I cannot agree with
anything you say! And as you do my image so much pain, I'm taking you
back from whence you came! (Aside to the lawyer: and if you say another
word about =91strong IP protection' it'll be red hot pokers for you
tonight!)

(The devil vanishes taking the patent lawyer with him...)

OncoMouse: My owner, a company, breeds me to die, as it has changed my
patented genes, XY. A human cancer in me will kill, whilst it grows
rich and fatter still. Like cancer this company drains its host, and
human society in the end a ghost? (deadpan) Is that the kind of
friendship you mean Mr Gates?

Windows 3.1: (Clears throat, coughs roughly) I am dying and frail, with
my colleagues Windows NT and Windows 95 and we have also been bred for
obsolescence. (Coughing) No friends have we, though once we were loved
too. Beware Windows XP and Longhorn - for the scythe the Mr Gates
carries also awaits you two!

Everyone: (Sharp intake of breath in amazement and shock)

Kant: But to own life itself? Surely this cannot be ethical or morally
correct? Where would this end, life itself must be beyond the tawdry
world of huckstering and profit.

Linux: Ownership is not friendship, and love is not dependent on
property rights. I am loved by many, cherished by many and have friends
all over the world. But none owns me, none can control me and all have
freedom.

Gates : (Quietly to Microsoft and the other Multinationals) Come quick!
This is a den of anarchists and thieves, we must warn the King before
it is too late, he must arrest and throw them into the tower.

(They leave quietly out of the back door but are spotted by a Mouse who
warns the Speaker.)

The Speaker:  Order! Order! I have been warned that there are some
amongst us, who traitors to the common, seek to join the King in
disgraceful dictatorship and autocracy. Quick lock the doors, here lies
sovereignty in the common will of all.

Everyone: Hear! Hear!

(The doors are locked.)

Linux: We should see now, that no matter how much work, or technical we
think the world is, we cannot ever escape the call to the political,
regardless of the words of the powerful.

Slashdot:  Technical-Social-Political! Political-Technical-Social! Yes,
yes! We see, that both are three, that each is needed, one two three.
Before we rested on our laurels, and left to others to defend the
morals. But now we heard, the call to fight and in the public we
believe right is might!

A Mouse:  And now, we should recognise that we must fight, the King and
all other aristocracies to guard our freedom and light. Let us form a
commonwealth, a commonality of all things, equality, fraternity and
liberty! Where nobody but all in common can own the things.

Everyone: Hear! Hear!

The GPL: And so I call that we should write a Declaration of the Rights
of All. That ideas and concepts shall never be owned and free from
control and free for all.

The Speaker: Throw open the Oncomouse's cage, as she is released and
freedom given so are we!

(A doorman throws open the Oncomouse cage, to the cheers of the
Parliament. The Oncomouse looks around in amazement.)

Everyone: Hear! Hear!

(Suddenly there was a great knocking at the Door)

The Speaker: Order! Order! Who disturbs this great Parliament? By what
right do you dare challenge its rights to debate!

Guards: (From outside door) We come from the King! The Sovereignty lies
with him, and he dissolves your tatty Parliament! Tell us who is in
there!

The Speaker: Order! Order! I have neither eyes to see nor mouth to
speak, except as Parliament's will decides. And it has spoken that you
have no rights here. Be gone and tell your so-called King, that he will
answer to Parliament's pleasure!

Guards: (A bit unsure of themselves) We have come to take the traitors
all, to the prison where you'll lie, at the Kings pleasure for eternity,
and then when he decides you'll fry!

The Speaker: Then take the King, as you'll soon see his sovereignty lies
with We. And now our task is clear to call, this Parliament declares
itself for the good of all.

Everyone: To arms! To arms! You'll never take us all, through
lines-of-flight and common cause you'll never win by force!

Chorus:
		So all have made the change,
		They see the unfairness that remains,
		Through talk and politics we live
		Till the end of Sovereigns and all they bring...

The Parliament was resolved and it went into recess. To the King was
sent the message that there would be no control of concepts and ideas
and that they would not meet the Kings request. To which apoplectic he
sent the Army to kill and capture the Parliament of Things, but the
people rose up to defend the Parliament and the King was dragged from
his palace and sentenced to death (off with his head) and they all lived
happily ever after.


The End
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