Westminster has all the characteristics of a living entity, but no discernable heart. It dominates Britain like the fairytale Dragon dominates the simple village.
But the Monster of Westminster does not devour maidens, as such, rather it destroys all that is embodied in her archetype: uncorrupted decency. Like any life-form, the Westminster Monster is programmed to survive, and has adapted well to its location. It will mutate further, if its life is threatened – but suicide will never be an option. Dragons do not vote for St George’s Day. When injured (a rare event) the Minster Monster has a range of recovery mechanisms and repair strategies – its self-healing properties are legendary.
Within Westminster, human units function as ‘cells’, performing a variety roles, but always with a ‘collective mind’ dedicated to the survival of the host body. Renewal of aberrant, redundant or dead cells, is by incremental replacement. Periodic ‘elections’ are performed among the ordinary folk, wherein they are permitted to choose from candidates already proxy-vetted by the parties; the parties in turn, in thrall to the Monster. This ensures unending life for the Minster Monster.
This Dragon has dominated our ‘village’ for so long, no one questions its stranglehold on all our lives. A few who supply treasure – the other obsession of Dragons – escape its foul breath and baleful eye, the rest live and die unquestioning. No villager has the given name of ‘George’ any more.