As the crowd began to agree, the Specter started to thin. It didn't vanish instantly—zombie ideas are stubborn—but the light finally hit the pavement. Elias didn't stop there. He knew there were other ghosts to fight: the Privatization Ghoul and the Invisible Hand Wraith were still lurking in the suburbs.
He picked up his scrolls and started walking. He had a lot of myths to bust, and finally, the sun was at his back. Contra Los Zombis Paul Krugman epub
One morning, Elias decided he’d had enough of the "Zombie" ideas choking his home. He didn't use a sword or a spell; he used a megaphone and a giant projection screen. He set up in the town square, right under the Specter’s shadow. As the crowd began to agree, the Specter started to thin
"It’s not real," a baker shouted, pointing at the ghost. "It’s just a bad idea we’re too tired to let go of!" He knew there were other ghosts to fight:
In the city of Aethelgard, the sun never quite reached the pavement. It wasn't because of clouds, but because of the "Zombies"—not the flesh-eating kind, but towering, translucent monoliths of thought that drifted through the streets.
One such Zombie, a shimmering grey cloud known as The Austerity Specter , had been parked over the Main Street District for a decade. It whispered to anyone who would listen: "To grow, you must starve." Because of it, the grand library was shuttered, the roads were riddled with craters, and the public fountains had long since run dry.