6.19: The plan, again

A little distance away from the Potting Shed, the Think Tank’s strange little flying box, always fondly called the ‘TARDIS’ although it is very much not bigger on the inside, is sitting on a patch of grass. TW is standing outside for a hush-hush con-fab with the pea, Tiffany-Anne. But, of course, talking to a minion pea is generally also talking directly to the Pod. 

She asks him, mentally and wordlessly, “How is the Plan?” 

“I ran the program again this morning, inputting some new data, and it seems, almost unbelievably, back on track. The younger members no longer think that the Order of the Sponge is the ‘apex predator’ of mystic orders! They have doubts. That is not to say they will stop supporting it or wearing its insignia. They are too invested for that. But it is, now, more like loyally supporting a favourite team, like Fulham, rather than actually expecting it to win.” 

“And the older members of the Potting Shed?” 

“Well, the field equations suggest that this change in the youngsters will mean that the older members will never really take all their talk of the Order of the Sponge seriously. They will come to forget that the bulb spiders were mysteriously destroyed and come to wonder whether in fact they merely moved on. No one actually saw any evidence of argy-bargy, after all. So they will be forced to trust their own judgement and their own actions and not rely on outside help from a mysterious order.” 

“So the Plan is on track again?” 

“Yes the Plan is on track. I take it that this was your doing? The Pod, I mean, and also through you, minion peas. There isn’t actually a Disorder of Catastrophe. You just made it seem, through cunning hokey-pokey, as though there were!”