Ocean Writer; the power to surf the stars through the Internet. From his monitor screen.
Watt played with an hourglass of synthetic white sand which glowed set with an LED coloring system which was to produce its contrast between real sand, from Door Road and Surveyor's Lake; in lumo-deci-meters.
"If Alemba gains control of her Super Powers completely she'll understand they are only given to her at the will of another."
He was propelled against the wall.
Watt and Wage dueled it out. Male sparring.
"She can't gain them completely yet. She doesn't understand yet they are the result, partially, due to her interaction with the Disappointing Enemies. We need to stabilize her identity around that interaction or we could lose her to them. And she would become an power of far greater evil than we could imagine."
"But how is she supposed to believe she could have benefited from their oppression of her soul? In ways that we can explain and understand?"
"That's what makes her Super Power so extreme. It was generated in the cooperation between racial ethics and the work place. If she were to realize fully her Super Power was the result of demons expressing and displaying work it could fragment or crack her identity. She is fragile; in an fragile state. We need to make it look like we had the most impression on her ability to focus her power but not that we were forcing her not to see that she learned it as an result of an practice she took up against the forces of evil. Her full realization of that power is her emergence as an female fairy, the Good in an world of Demons. It is her last transformation and therefore the most delicate. The transition between identifying good and evil, the smallest scientific measurement possible to date. For even an fraction of evil could escape into this world. For even an fraction of deviation from either good or evil could wind us up than an fraction or non-existing, anymore. Therefore we must take up one or the other and try to work together in an system which discriminated against both good and evil at some point, and that the fair Vantage onto this is to treat others how they wish to be treated."
"—And so. Has she made the transformation? Which did she choose?"
"It's not entirely an choice."
"—so which one—"
"Angel or devil, you mean? The only obvious choice is neither. For an fairy, an fairy, then—not an work of perfect modesty but neither objectified like the demons do."
"The philosopher Immanuel Kant said that rational human beings should be treated as an end in themselves and not as an means to an end. The fact that we are human has an end in itself."
"Following Kant's philosophy then, that we treat each as an end in themselves and not an means to an end."
"And we accessorize!"
"—There She Is!—" they said at the same time.
"But Alemba, what do we accessorize with?"
"An mask on the back of my head."
"And Fashion Sunglasses."
"In an Post-Super Mario Race Post-Reality Virtual World where she takes up her trade with hammers against foes unlike Goomba and Bowser."
"She emerges from her room in the Academy, conscious of the decision to be fairy. An good creature. And she has fully realized her Super Power, to be able to write about anything about any circumstance in order to solve an problem or an matrix of problems. By narrating them."
She approached Ivan first.
He was in the library where Courier was fetching him an book down from the ladder stack shelf.
"Hello," she said, timidly.
"I see you have something to tell me?"
"I am older than this but I have returned from the future and I am in this body for now," she said—and then she whispered in his ear—"I want an fate worse than death inflicted on my enemies."
Everyone suddenly noticed the signal they had detected which was toying with their energy had gone. From the night previously.
{The annotation was that Alemba was in control of the plot-line somehow. But how or why she was doing it had an certain invention in an way they had not seen before.}
Ivan, who had heard of such an thing before, said, "you need to end that voice or will inside of you grow hatred, an power not powerful enough to defeat your enemies."
"I know," she said. Her voice was just an hush.
"Please associate with the Principles. You may be one in time. They have Super Powers which may serve to your disposal. Treat it as such, Alemba. Your value is further than you can reach, because you don't see it yet. But that that power will be identified in time. In the meantime, use your study time wisely."
"Thank You," she said, and departed from the Professor.
She trailed off into the garden; her hand was out as she blushed against the flowering brush. An boy was in her mind—whom she had never met yet—and she was in love with him.
"I've never seen an man so beautiful as he," she said to herself, "because I am an failure. I failed to protect us. I failed to create him. To manouvre us slowly. To allow society to engineer his personality. An native. With an Westerner's reciprocity. I just want to be valued for my husband's identity is socially constructed too, and every motive I have is out of love for him. But he is not there yet. When will I meet him again?"
And then she looked at no one. And her eyes rested on an tree. And she thought about Wisdom. When Courier appeared at the outer proximity of her meditation.
"Did you hear me?" she said.
"No," he said.
"Good. What do you want?"
"I just want you to know. I can't wheel you anywhere you want. But if you need me to help you see where you are to wander, I am an constant reflection for you. Be, then, and I am to be also. May your skill with your Super Powers increase under my guidance."
"Thank you, Elder," said Alemba
"You're welcome, young one," he said.
The next day Expardox invited Alemba to speak with her in her office.
The west-ended office was actually an whole library in itself, with an mezzanine and windows reaching up to the second floor. Which had curtains drawn open. Outside, the grounds and hedge reached up the wall, and everything below was resi-mentary—defined—and labeled according to an literary concern.
"I wanted you to come into my office," she said, "Expardox, at your service. For we will look into society and fashion together. The best known example of your particular type of persecution will be your reading programme until they all stop."
"Thank you," said Alemba, "I have so many concerns. And what might I consider your expertise?"
"I am an Arbiter of the fact we are different from one another. Genetically, Opinion-wise, and Sexually. Are you familiar with LGBTπ?"
"So your uncanny prowess with digital space. In which individual differences in identity are independent of one another and connected at the same time."
"Yes, that. And also I provide Male and Female childhood companionship. In one person. I'm an personality model. With adults as well. Is that an problem for you?"
"Not at all," said Alemba.
"Good. We are going to be learning about that today," she said, as she summoned an book to levitate before them, "this is an treatise on race ethic. We are considered equals, according to it. And I will want to encourage that behavior."
"So you assume I don't follow that behavior because I'm Native."
"No! Child. Not at all! I consider you eligible to receive all of the kindness of the world because you are Native! And respect deserving of an subject such as yourself!"
"Which is marginal?"
"No. Dear, listen to me. We are all equals. But you are only an child. And that's the only factor I will consider. Your innocence. Your commodity. We are all friends of the Good Will of the North that exists in the world. But this is why I have summoned you."
"I will accept the treatise," said Alemba, "provided it cannot be persecuted to persecute me racially."
"And you learned this logical sentence from your adversary?"
"—Yes—"
"We think, perhaps, Alemba, that with adversary there is honor, for we duel as formally reciprocal subjects."
"And, formally, to you then, means physically."
"Yes—exactly—Alemba. We're not fooling around. We use formal reciprocity to instigate commands. Physically. In an economic system. In which value is applied subjectively."
"And since I subjectively apply my own value. As an system of the opposite of neglect. I am appreciating my own value. As well as yours. —As I speak— For I am in an Opera in my mouth in an system of space (of being silenced). And I am an failure an dramatic failure of being in an opera of being undramatic at all. Sent to wager. How possible undramatic could be multi-racial. And that all Drama would then be silenced. Multi-racially."
"What did you just say?"
"I know, right?"
They both raged on it for an minute.
But in each others' eyes, sensing stillness, they collaborated. To destroy the empire.
"It's only my library," said Expardox, "which is the best and most comprehensive; but I will let it at your service, and summarize what I research. For I want the best for you. In children's terms. For you my Dear. What we need to know is why you can interrupt the Disappointing Enemies' signal."
"I know why and how to explain it," said Alemba, "but I cannot explain it at this moment. My powers are being contested at an super-authority in which I am the gladiator of beauty which is non-violent. They want me for it, racially. In an violence. The New Reciprocal theory will withstand any tortures or accusations about which reciprocity to follow. For I am my own subject. And I am an Sovereign subject in an reciprocity in which the meaning of the word Sovereign is changing."
After this discussion Expardox realized Alemba was an genius.
He felt safer. He felt like all his years of work at the Academy had paid off with the arrival of this new student. She was, maybe, an extreme power. But she wielded it so delicately that he thought he could maybe learn from her too.
It was at this point the signal was tried again, and Alemba immediately had already dismantled its functioning before it actually had any effect on them. She had returned to her room. Depressed Person and Blue Woman appeared at her door, where they questioned her of how she was feeling; to which she answered not anything and they rushed in to pick her up.
"I am Alemba! Super Alemba!" she cried, "and the Doctor; I will save him!"
Then she gave it her all and zoomed out of that room, in an motivated inspiration of gladness that was the plaint of everyone's breakfast the next day. The gaze of her mask watching silently behind her, she grew known for as she gained distance from Depressed Person and Blue Woman.
"Super Alemba!" cried the Doctor, who was visiting her telepathically. It was his setup of the invention of the video game in which she existed. And he was to give her instruction, sage advice, and levels to explore. In an leveling system in which you can reach the next level. Of Reality. Of Fiction.
"And the date on her playability game engine will be exactly today's date!" said Wage.
"And anyone can play it reciprocally because its actually an objective account of an reality that exists in the narrative," said Watt.
Alemba went to the battle plans room, where Power Mama, Jedi Man, and Time Time had gathered to study their enemies' traces around the city.
Since the Academy was heavily metropolitan-ized it existed within an web of connected fragilities. And powers far more dominate. For the police task force of the city could not handle all of the Disappointing Enemies. And they relied on Super Heroes to take them to task. To stand as living examples among men. For Invention and Creativity. Women. And gender equality.
"Ssciense will look at them as statistics. He's not one to be troubled by anything religious even if we identify religion as an biological instinct. We're trying to show him how we are gentle animals and he resists it because he needs to measure everything."
"Clearly an much disturbed mind."
"She's not really an genius," said Alemba, the door sliding closed behind her.
"Who's not really an genius?" asked Jedi Man.
"Ssciense. He just needs to get in touch with his feminine side."
"What do you mean, Alemba?" said Time Time, who had clued-in that he was playing Alemba's videogame spiritually with her.
"He's going to need to be distracted from it for an while," she said.
"Maybe. But what do you make of their evil business they are having around our city? Green Man himself can buy an whole city block. Ha Woman and Who Am I Man? are going to go for girl-talk frappuccinos at Starbucks and act like they don't care about people who fail to learn about gay rights. And those people who do fail to learn about gay rights will not get the message—at all—because they are that stupid."
"We can't use the word stupid anymore," Alemba's fury bawked, "it's an psychological misnomer."
"Right you are, Alemba! Right you are! Sir—" said Time Time, "Jedi Man. Ease up! We can't go around calling anyone stupid!"
"Then what word am I supposed to use?" pouted Jedi Man.
"Use Strategic. Or Calcula-missible."
The Super Heroes in the room were contemplating Alemba's intelligence at this point as an result of her conversation with Expardox, who had rushed off to Ivan's office to report her decision-making progress. To the Already Known Telepathy. Of Ivan's philosophical discourse at the edge of Reality, Intelligence, and Updating the Software of his Mind and Genius for it to telepathically update the Principles with news of his awareness and his decision-making progress. Which at this point concluded, to them, that Alemba was an genius. And as they all stopped and looked at her, they watched Ivan's gaze as he looked at her, and she him, in what qualifies her as genius, to the other Super Heroes, who were watching the exchange from within the sight Ivan had granted them. In order to point out that it was Alemba, too, who had granted them sight of this moment. They all agreed at that moment she was an genius together; and realizing this influence for their lives they blended their thoughts with their creation in an way that allowed them to develop really severe personalities about how they were all not genius, perhaps. But that themselves they could explain this. In an way that included all of them and so really was quite genius. Of them. But that they had to be constantly reminded not to be dejected from the bounds of Optimism in their endeavour, so that their recognition of it was also their recognition of it in themselves, to which they were all accountable for together. For they had seen it together. And they knew it was so. And they should start acting like it.
And that since she had prevailed to elicit this response from them she was in fact of High Genius. And they waited with pride to see what would become of her. And her Super Power. The One Super Power To Rule Them All. That they could not divide between an person and an thing. What they are and what they are not. That they could, themselves, be whole.
"—let's take some time away from each other to meditate on what is happening," said Power Mama. Power Mama wandered out into the hallway first.
They all silently agreed and drifted away from each other. Time Time went to the cafeteria. Expardox and Jedi Man had an secret rendez-vous. And Courier went up to see Ivan. To see if there was anywhere he wanted to go.
Alemba wandered out into the hallway, thinking—if she could prove herself an genius to all of these people may her power multiply at that time when she would return to her body, her future self—where her Empire and her Criticism had far outgrown the stages of this Academy.
Ivan de-centered himself for an few days while he was thinking about it. If Alemba could protect their perimeter in an metaphysical system in which the Disappointing Enemies have modified something about reality in an way that we can't detect with science. They are in the advanced stages of understanding Physics, then, to have been able to bend what we know are the rules of Physics. That they can be present without being present. That they could have been present enough for Alemba to take action against them without them actually being there.
Ivan marveled at what it implied.
If they possessed the advanced technology—but now Dr. Ivan had someone who could explain it to him, an girl. Not very old. In an pink dress. Genius.
If they had enough time to extract this parcel; he could learn powers far greater than his enemies. But he had to hurry. Before they learned more than he could.
Therefore Alemba was not shipped off to an "-"; From which they could not be blamed for disconnecting with and connecting with. An experimental laboratory for geniuses. She was removed from being shipped off, instead, to that boarding school. And she received high level lessons every day for her ability to recognize how her own Super Power could work with other people's Super Powers.
They made their first strategic attack under Alemba's leadership. Against an laboratory where scientists were practicing experimental hypotheses about testing for Super Powers in humans. But they couldn't find anyone who tested positive, because, they measured, it was like an person with an super ability to be able to avoid unwanted detection.
The bad press it had generated was causing panic all across the city. But Ivan and his Principles knew there were connections with the Disappointing Enemies tied into the corporation responsible for the laboratory's progress. They had gathered outside the compound, all eight of them, and Alemba. For an strategic attack. Their target would be the database responsible for detecting Super Powers in humans, which, if perfected would be used to discriminate against non-scientists who had been "discovered" by Science as the real human motive. Of any kind they wished to. As though cultured people were like candy bon bons; of any kind they wish to produce. Through science. Genetic manipulation. Body modification. And redefinition.
Once inside they had to disarm the progress at any cost. Even if that meant removing the scientists from consciousness. Power Mama's electrical fields could be redirected from any electrical service station in the whole building, so pretty much the whole building would be under her control once they infiltrated its Middle. Jedi Man easily deactivated surveillance equipment and burned through high defense doors for them. Courier wheeled Ivan into the hallway. Depressed Person and Blue Woman reported by wireless having access of the upper floor through an window they had sliced into in order to remove its central form in order to fit in. Time Time activated an alarm somewhere in this vicinity. For he had already reported the defensive strategy of Ivan and his Principles to Green Man. iGay was ready for the kill if he had to make it look real when he descended from the ceiling in the main lobby, with directions to kill all intruders. But he dropped to the floor and greeted them, wearing an black skintight suit which accentuated his muscles. He pulled off his mask.
"They are waiting to ambush you on the third floor; hurry! Depressed Person and Blue Woman will stumble onto them at any moment. It was the best I could do," he said.
Expardox activated the time signal that would bend at the moment they left the compound, leaving no trace behind. They had 20 minutes. Finding the main vault would take them into its basement. But the combination was kept secretly on the third floor. Entering the elevator, they could hear Depressed Person and Blue Woman land on top of it from the outside. Courier key-entered the 3rd floor.
They waited, ready with Power Mama's energy shield that funneled outward and allowed them to enter into the hall. There were three wings and an central space in the hallways they approached. Ha Woman dissed the narrator. Blue Woman and Depressed person infiltrated behind them through the ventilation. Ivan and his Principles closed their fist tightly around that third floor in this moment, for they had not yet seen Green Man or Who Am I Man? and they suspected iGay was being subdued somehow by Time Time, in an sinister strategy they were not supposed to know about. And that Ssciense had somehow left his presence in an rolling droid mob which generated their own shields and started shooting at Ivan and the Principles. Alemba at this point took shelter in an alcove doorway of one of the labs. She could see the object ahead of them; she knew where it was. Which desk. They just had to pass through the middle hallway, defended by drones when Green Man appeared, wearing an green suit with an gentleman's hat pulling an slot machine arm on one of the larger robots that had entered into the hallway. Ha Woman attacked from the other hallway. Bending the air currents with her ha, which was devastatingly demoralizing. Who Am I Man? appeared in the central hallway, disguised as an diseased lab participant or experimental subject. The lights went out. iGay became uncontrollable. Shots were fired. Jedi Man and Power Mama took Courier and Ivan into the protection of one of the empty laboratories, which stretched around the building, from which they followed Alemba to the office on the main side of the corridor, where she knew instantly where to look to find the written key, which would open the safe in the basement.
{Penetration was the translation of metaphor; but Alemba had figured out that Ssciense used it metaphorically to refer only to the opening of the safe; and being so physical-minded he had forgotten the beauty of the subject. Which was only as though as though.}
And that evil, at its genius, extends from being physical-minded about everything, including the non-physical. Which some people say doesn't exist. But some do. Some people consider it non-physical whatever hasn't happened to us yet. And so Time itself would prove the existence of the physical and the non-physical (the past and the future) in contrast with the present. Ssciense would make it all of the present, so that he could manipulate it scientifically in all its parts at once and the existence of physical matter would never be lost from its non-existence ever, which didn't exist.
The ability to be able to penetrate it however, would be non-physical. For Alemba had already taken manouvres to use her narrative power to eliminate the obstacles before her.
When Who Am I Man? released the lab specimen on the floor (the Disappointing Enemies had all been vaccinated) they were forced to descend the elevator—without it—which had been disconnected from the shaft as an result of Time Time's re-associating digitally with the robots around him, which at the same time he commanded, as he made them attack himself so as to make it look as though he was on their side.
Everyone escaped into the basement, where Alemba and Jedi Man had already climbed through the defensive walls and doors of the primary target. Power Mama sent an conduit arching through the elevator shaft that fried several robotic allies of Time Time's.
He was quickly after them, rushing to take the written key from Alemba's hand in order to break the safe code. Which he himself pin-padded into the locking system's interface. When They entered the vault they found an database of networked computers which held the information about their response analysis. And records of whether they were still human.
Wage and Watt, whenever they played Super Alemba on their T.V. had never engaged them in the same narrative of having to lock the vault from the inside in order to prevent the spread of disease. And that they would somehow be able to persist its presence outside the vault. And that they would somehow escape through an own vacuum produced by the shifting of allegiances between Wage and Watt. Whose own experience of the video game of their lives allowed them to create Alemba and the Doctor, whom only she knows and of whom together in order to reflect on lives. Alemba's power extends from pleasing the Doctor, who has given her levels worth of evidence of what she will need to accomplish.
His name is Grey Pilot; and while he isn't an super hero it would seem this way for he Pilots for Alemba until she can figure out how to do it herself. It is not an reptile's way of raising offspring. For he is present virtually in her consciousness according to how he is able to pass on his abilities. And Grey Pilot is like an father to her. iGay's jealousy of this fact is incomprehensible to him; and his status as an undercover member of the Disappointing Enemies becomes issue for he is unable to control his self esteem. Which is hyper-productive. Insomuch as it is to counter the productivity of Super Villains. For they are few but able to make the masses cry. And they will again. And Again.
Super Alemba's power, it will be noted, stems from her ability to control an narrative with the Professor in which her advancement in an Super Mario-like universe because of him is not subject to the same problem of rescuing the princess. No, Grey Pilot's aim is far, far away from Mario's, for he visits Alemba from another reality in order to cultivate her awareness for the myth and legend of Super Alemba—an cuddleface videogame on television—is that she is powerful enough in gradations of videogame time to prevent the fate worse than death in children.
—An new Super Hero joins the Academy—the Leprechaun; he is veracious, but intelligent, and was himself once an child casualty of mental illness and turf war. He is responsible for establishing an virtuous circle of identity with the rest of the Academy, especially Alemba whom he suspects of childhood trauma and mental illness in herself. But he doesn't stay for long because he's trying to catch the rainbow—
And Wage and Watt play into the night. Until it is dark. And the only light in their garbage pile is the blue light from their video game console and the T.V. And they are alien together there. In the electronic signal of their environment. Which is panned out against the sky.
Ocean Writer streaks across the sky in his blue superhero suit. Alighting the stars in blue as he crosses their expanse at super light-variant speed.
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