A Lost Manuscript by Ambrose Bierce (or something very much like it)
The following account, dear reader, is for those who dare to peer into the abyss of history—not the one recorded by solemn academics, but the one that slipped like a serpent through the cracks of reality, unseen by all but the most discerning of paranoiacs.
It begins, as all sinister tales do, with a man.
I. The Man Who Smiled Too Much
Gregor Gysi was a man of great humor, a silver-tongued orator whose laughter could disarm a room full of skeptics, a quality most unusual for a disciple of dialectical materialism. He had served the German Democratic Republic with a lawyer’s wit and a bureaucrat’s patience, navigating the labyrinth of socialism with the ease of a man who had read the fine print before signing the contract with history.
When the Berlin Wall fell, others fled, repented, or faded into the dim shadows of irrelevance. But not Gysi. No, he stayed—smiling, as he always did.
The Stasi files surfaced, rumors whispered through corridors: names, informants, shadowy dealings. But what is a stain when the whole fabric of history is red? He weathered the storm. The years passed, and the Federal Republic, drunk on its own capitalist triumph, underestimated him.
That was their first mistake.
II. The Red Phantom Creeps West
The Federal Republic, newly reunited, believed itself victorious. The East had dissolved, its grey towers stood as relics to a failed experiment. But the old chemists of history were still at work. What the West did not realize was that dissolution is not destruction. The names had changed, but the mechanisms remained.
A specter stalked the Bundestag—not the ghost of the Third Reich, which the West was ever-vigilant against, but the quieter, grinning specter of the DDR. Gysi, that affable relic of Marx and Honecker, led a party of former comrades dressed in the respectable suits of democracy. They called themselves the PDS, the Party of Democratic Socialism, as if adding “democratic” to socialism made it palatable to those who had once fled from it.
It did.
The West, you see, had become soft. It had assumed that an idea, once declared dead, stayed that way. But the Stasi, those ever-watchful architects of surveillance, had merely adjusted their methods. The enemy no longer needed gulags and barbed wire when he had bureaucracy and mass media.
III. The Silent Coup
The transformation was slow, as all great shifts in power must be. It began in whispers:
- A policy here, ensuring that property could be redistributed in the name of fairness.
- A surveillance program there, for the good of the people, of course.
- A reshaping of language, so that opposition to socialism was no longer a debate, but an act of hate.
The Stasi had learned from their errors. They had once used brute force. Now they used persuasion, censorship, and moral superiority.
By the time the West realized what had happened, it was no longer the West. The Bundestag had become a reflection of the old DDR’s Volkskammer—elections were held, parties still ran, but the outcomes were never in doubt. The state owned the media. The media dictated thought. The people followed.
And at the center of it all, smiling as always, was Gregor Gysi.
IV. The Last Capitalist
By the time the old Federal Republic had been fully absorbed, there were still a few voices crying out against it. They disappeared. Not into prison cells, no—such tactics were old-fashioned. They were erased socially, professionally, economically.
And what of capitalism, that old enemy? Oh, it still existed—but only as a servant to the Party. The wealthy were permitted to remain wealthy so long as they served the ideology. The billionaires, the technocrats, the industrialists—they all adapted. After all, wasn’t it better to be a rich man in a socialist world than a poor one in a capitalist ruin?
And so, under the watchful eye of a bureaucracy that never forgot and never forgave, Germany became whole once more—not as a triumph of the West over the East, but as the quiet victory of the patient over the arrogant.
Gregor Gysi, architect of the impossible, smiled one last time. The East had not fallen. It had simply taken its time.
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