The New Reciprocity: x. Sphinx Riddle, (the desert between art and character, personality, precision); Chapter 10 (X.)

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    It turns out Brown made it back to society.  And he found the Christiannan chvrch.  He tried both games and then returned inside and swore his Oath of Honor upon the madame.  Anna.  And He told her about the monsters that were after him.

    I will help you devise an public strategy against them, said the madame.

    Alright! said Brown.  And so Anna took him up to his office.

    Where there was an delicate orange scent.

    An bright blue window.

    And an desk.  An wooden.  Desk.

    Anna sat back in his chair.

    "Who are these monsters who rob you of your death?"

    "They cannot even let me die even though I suffered the fate worse than death."

    "And they're not even going to let you decide for yourself whether you die?"

    "Ya!"

    "That is worse."

    "I know!"

    "And you realize that your story is also mine.  Then."

    "How?"

    "Because I agree.  They subcrucified you.  And I've had that done to me so I know it.  And you should be allowed to decide whether you die.  Instead of letting you suffer like this."

    "Then what are we going to do?" said Brown.

    "You've got to think of it.  It's your project.  But I can give you moral support."

    "What if I come up with an Political Theory about power and how it is used and I will use it to flesh out the law; the fantasy one that will govern us in the future, thereby disenabling all of their terrorists!"

    "You mean an physical reality in which someone is abused by the actions of others."

    "There are actions."

    "What are the actions?  What are they?"

    "Terror.  And Staring at me.  And being anti-gay!"

    "Anti-gay?  How?"

    "Anti-religious."

    "You mean since the decree that all religion be gay?"

    "Yes!"

    "Then we will be able to recognize them based on their behavior‽"

    "Yes!"

    "How?"

    "They will ride into the city, on wolves, bred to be big and mount-like, swashing their swords at the civilians.  And nobody will have been ready for it because they didn't have time.  And they will find their way here.  And kill me.  But we need to do something so that they don't!"

    "I see," said the Priest.  Then he opened the secret passageway to the castle that was behind his book case, and ushered Anastasia in through the door.  She found herself in an brick corridor lit by tea lights and realized she could feel herself shrinking.  She reached the other side of the passageway and found herself looking through an bookshelf that had no proper back and she sat on top of one of the books (she was tiny and fit); and she could see people.  There was an classroom of people speaking.  And not one of them knew she was there.

    This must have been Anna's idea, thought Brown; if I could make it to the castle and somehow find an way to communicate with these people I may deter the orc invasion.  But how will they hear me?  I'm so small.  I doubt I can even shout that loud.

    He shouted.

    Nope!

    Suddenly an man's face appeared.  He wasn't investigating the shelf for books.

    Brown realized they recognized him and knew he was there.  But he couldn't talk loud enough for any of them to hear him.

    "Anastasia, why don't you come in?" said the orator.

    He realized the orator had some connection with Anna, who had introduced Brown to this room of visitors.  An classroom taking place inside the castle.  At the centre of civilization.

    And they had welcomed him in to speak at the microphone if he wished to, which would amplify his voice to be loud enough for all of them to hear him.

    He flew straight to the microphone.

    "I have an urgent message from the forest," he said, "there are orcs headed here as they speak and they are the meanest type of orcs you have ever seen.  They abused me.  And I don't even know if I got raped or not.  But because of them I suffered the fate worse than death, an mental illness that nearly killed me!  And I escaped onto the mountain.  And I swam in the fresh water.  And I drove all the way through the forest to reach you to tell you this."

    "Wait!" said the orator.  She signalled to the doorsman.  She nodded.  He closed the door.

    "Oh my!" said an little pink fairy, "tell us what has happened!  Tell us all of it.  And be firm, they are not in the castle yet.  And we have locked the door.  We will find an way to repel them before they arrive at the Great City if they already haven't!"

    "Okay, so," said Brown.  His mental fatigue was bare exhaustion to everybody.

    "Okay, so.  I woke up on an road in the Fantasy Forest beside the Fantasy Tavern and I realized I had been abused so that my fantasy would stop.  And I couldn't remember what had happened before then so I started running toward the city and my legs didn't stop until I drove here.  Or I parked here?  Or something.  And since I'm here now.  And I can tell you how they repeatedly ended my fantasies so that I wouldn't feel them and how this resulted in the consequence of having repressed objects of thought that my own mind would need to overuse its energy to keep from emerging into my full consciousness.  And since their behavior had that effect.  That I would have these cathexes; we can legally determine that what they did was illegal and we need to make it illegal now so that the orcs won't stampede into the market!"

    "Well we can't just make something illegal in order to repel an invasion," they said, "so you'll have to write it down because someone will have to read it first before it has any type of effect on society.  And that since this had been the entire joke of his whole life as an writer‽  What does this mean?"

    "That people can be multi-talented," said Brown, "and sometimes there are jokes woven into reality.  That have to do with people being skilled enough to write something even if they aren't skilled enough to do something else."

    "And that that itself is an type of skill."

    "It's brilliant."

    "It is.  But it doesn't help with the current circumstances."

    "Which are?"

    "Well I'm teaching an classroom."

    "Oh," said Brown, "but they are out there."

    "And we're in here," said the professor, "where we can talk about what's happening out there and what to do about it until Christmas."

    "Oh," said Brown, "so what were we learning?"

    "That's better.  We're learning about Monarchy figures who have worn the crown: are they presently just fantasy sexual characters enjoyed by the General Public?"

    "Would they have that type of fantasy to have such Power and Composure; but not in Politics anymore because that's just sexual politics.  Monarchy Figures.  Who is this guy?" said Brown.

    "Please tell us your name, student," said the professor, "and I'll tell you mine.  I know Anna sent you on over here.  We know what to do.  Get comfortable."

    "My name is Brown," said Brown and then whose were I'm not even sure after he said it.

    "Welcome, Brown.  And my name is Whorla, I am an professor of the student academy of the castle.  Now can you figure out why that is strange or fictional in character?"

    "Why would there be an academy in the castle?"

    "Very good!"

    "And why would an castle have an professor?"

    "Yes, exactly!  Your mind is affected, young man!  We can tell!  But it's okay.  We know there aren't any orcs."

    If you were able to convince them, Anna's telepathy reached out to him again, is what I told them.

    You mean they don't believe me at all? he replied.

    "Now yes," said Whorla, "now the student tells me why he is in an castle that is an academy that has an professor!  And you don't think there's something strange about that story‽  Sonny, I say.  I know what is in your mind when you tell me we're in an castle inside an academy inside an professor.  I know what that means!"

    "But I was serious!" said Brown.

    "You were not!  Now I'm going to sort this out.  You're inside the professor.  Inside the castle.  Inside the academy.  Because you're thinking about him sexually.  Being inside someone does mean, after all, being inside someone.  And that's why you're inside the academy that's inside the castle; or the castle that's inside the academy.  It doesn't matter which exactly because you want to be in both.  You want the castle to be the professor and you want the academy to be in the professor.  Because you want other people to be inside her also.  And we have those kinds of feelings for each other.  Which is okay.  Because that's what we're learning about in the classroom."

    "So where am I?" said Brown.

    "Who cares?" said the professor, "you're with us now and I'm teaching you all about being responsible for your own urges and instincts which are inherently free\actually there.  That are responsible for this delusion you have that an castle could be inside an academy or vice versa."

    "Well what can I learn from you then, if you won't help me persecute the betrayers who traumatized me?"

    "You can learn all about psychology from me I'm an English professor," said Whorla, "and I know how to help you.  You think that what you perceive is in fact reality.  When what is there is really, not an castle and an academy at the same time.  You only perceive it to be so because you are also inside the professor; I have to admit, it's hard to get out of there.  And this is the Ego who wants you to accept him or herself for who she is even if you're looking at her that way and she's aware of it."

    "But I came from the chvrch to the castle through the secret tunnel; and I know it is an castle because Anna told me it was."

    "But it is in fact an academy.  What could Anna have meant by it being an castle?"

    "That there are sexual roleplaying characters there; an Monarchy."

    "There you go," said Whorla.

    Brown shut up and listened for an while.

    "The preposition is what gave it away," said Whorla, "that you were in; not out of.  Or not beside.  On top of.  Away from.  With.  For.  To.  By.  If.  When there is an delusion in the mind; one in which an academy is mistaken for an castle.  Which also has to do with the Professor because it is an delusion of circumstance which is not necessarily beneficial to the agenda of the academy.  And has to be corrected.  You are not To-For-With-By-At an Professor so much as you are an subject listening.  Inside the realm of the academy where the powers of the realm of the academy are in effect or active.  I am the Academy.  Get over it.  You were in castle-academy-professor.  Because you had the sexual objective to inspect me for further information.  And that's why you had the delusion in the first place.  I am an Queen after all.  There are many people into that kind of kink.  It's not an kink so much as it is an shared memorandum of what the Monarchy meant while it was still active."

    "But I'm an Christiannan.  I cannot be influenced sexually that way."

    "Really?   Wow.  Oh I wasn't trying to influence you sexually silly."

    "No but I mean.  You cannot say this to an Christiannan because he knows that even though you've said there was some sexual ambition in him toward your person; which was given away in his character to of the persuasion to look at me this way.  As though I am an object beside another object and another object the two of which have combined into one."

    "No.  That's not what I think and that's not what I feel at all," said Brown.

    "Then what do you feel?" said Whorla.

    "I feel that I am not the subject who will look at you like an object beside two objects that are becoming each other.  And you've just made that up in your head.  Because you think Castle–Academy is the relationship between the lovers because your kink is the Monarchy and their version of the Christ."

    "Your kink.  I'll–maybe.  Wait.  Do you think that because you have some kind of standard?  That I'm not behaving to you properly.  I mean.  According to your religion?"

    "Yes."

    "Well then.  Let me see here.  I've never been outside of behavior other people would allow even according to their religions.  How can I be yours?"

    "You are because my argument is that the Castle–Academy problem isn't really an problem for me.  I'm not thinking about you sexually.  I've decided it.  And I know it.  And I can prove it.  And I can prove that I know it."

    "Go ahead then," she said, "do it."

    "Well I've always identified with an scale of attractiveness (me being attracted to someone) according to people who remind me of radio flies.  It's not so much what they look like but more the animated object of their face.  What I mean to say is, I have many categories for attractiveness.  And since you don't have the same ones.  You couldn't because I invented them.  Then you don't know anything about me sexually.  And why does it matter if we're in an castle or an academy or an castle in an academy or an academy in an castle?  I still don't know you.  And you've already introduced me to the subject of your sexual fascination with me, by telling the story about how I objectified her as though she was only an machine beside another machine.  And it's weird.  And not wanted."

    "So as an Christiannan I can't tell you, as your professor, that I know that you're thinking about me sexually and I can prove it based on critical theory?"

    "Yes."

    "Okay.  Well.  Sir.  Miss.  Heard.  I mean.  I GOTCHA!"

    "Good."

    "Well."

    "Good then mummiekins," said Brown, "take an load of this!  There ARE actually orcs out there and that's why I thought the object that I was in you.  Because they're going to come in here and put their swords in you.  And we need to do something about it.  WHO'S WITH ME‽"

    "Now you can't talk to me like that," said Whorla, "this is how you've sexually prurient you've happened on the subject of my sexual body."

    "Well that sounds strange doesn't it‽" said Brown, "because you were the one that started it!"

    "I did not.  I expressed every effort to satisfy you so you wouldn't think I had mis-spoken to you sexually.  According to your Christiannan did you say?"

    "Yes.  Ma'am."

    "And they're heading here?  The Castle‽" said Whorla.

    "Umm," said Brown, "Yes?"

    "And you're sure of it‽" said Whorla.

    "Well wait," said Brown, "umm."

    "What is it?" said Whorla.

    "The Monarchy do they own the Academy?  Or can they said to be in one another for some other reason?"

    "Of course there's another reason."

    "Well what is it then.  That's what you're here to do.  Tell us reasons."

    "Listen to why you have offended me sexually first."

    "I will Ma'am."

    "That's Madame to you."

    "Fine Madame."

    "Now.  Listen this way.  You don't know if you're in an castle or not because I'm beside the machine the vehicle of your thought in which only one object and another in which I am prepositionally related in some way.  That's how I knew what you were thinking."

    "But you announced that you knew what I was thinking like it didn't have anything to do with my religion.  And this lead me to explain it, which proved that you didn't know what I was thinking because I had to explain it.  And since it's proven now that you did.  Because everyone saw it.  Then you will need to treat me as though I made every effort not to offend you for long enough for you to explain how you did not offend me."

    "I will do that Madam."

    "Good.  Now I have taken steps not to offend you and I welcome to bring about that status with you in which I didn't.  And I want you to know how you did mine offend, so that you can do the same to me."

    "Good."

    "Good.  Now listen you've happened upon the subject of your own fantasy.  In front of me.  I had suggested that my explanation of how displacement works in the Psychology.  And I understood that my explanation was, to you, an inappropriate sexual gesture that I now recognize and that you now recognize that I did try to avoid that fate in which I would be guilty of such an tremendously mean thing to do to somebody."

    "It was not meant you offend you but to show you how you were wrong.  You didn't know what I was talking about.  I was saying that you suggesting I was thinking about you sexually wasn't that.  Because I wasn't."

    "And how could you be sure?  Do you have an doctorate or something?"

    "No.  I don't.  But you do.  So why are you telling me I'm thinking about you sexually when I'm not because I don't like the image of an object beside two objects interacting that way because it's dehumanizing."

    "That's exactly what I'm saying, Brown," said Whorla, "it is dehumanizing so why were you doing that to me?"

    "I wasn't!  And you suggesting I was was homoerotic!"

    "But you saying so was against my feelings as an human who didn't want to be reminded of your homoerotic efforts."

    "Well how can that be," he said, "if you think you are an hyperion Academy to an Satyr Castle in big time mommy time by representing this disgusting image of ourselves an objectified person beside an objectified interaction.  Showing you with her own mouth and face that you are that.  When I'm clearly not.  And I've already said I was not in you in any way prepositionally.  In any kind of fantasy.  And you need to listen to me right now.  That I am not beyond mentioning that there might be wolves in the garden by now."

    "Oh so you are not that.  And that's your opinion.  But also you are wrong about me because I know exactly why I can talk to you about my sexual fantasy without it having to be sexual."

    "Oh and I can't talk about yours without mine being sexual?"

    "No."

    "Why‽"

    "Not yet.  I—I don't think I can.  Let me have an second will you?"

    "Okay."

    "You know all of us are here listening also, Brown," said an student, "and we're sure you might be onto something because they locked the door.  And so this has all been about you realizing that the point at which you would, as it appears to us, being significant itself of the type of danger we're in.  But it seems mild.  And not too dangerous.  Nothing we haven't dealt with before.  And we're all fine for now."

    "But I need you to tell me how not to offend you," Brown said to Whorla, "because you have already done the same for me."

    "You stop saying that I'm coming onto you by pointing out that you're having an sexual fantasy about me."

    "So you're not coming onto me?"

    "No."

    "Aww, man."

    "Sarcasm?"

    "No."

    "Good."

    "Wait so I'm not coming onto you and you're not coming onto me.  And this is Common Ground between us both."

    "It is well traveled territory, I'd say."

    "Well then Successfully Navigated!" said Brown.

    "But you are trying to tell me something about the orcs aren't you?"

    "Ya.  As an Christiannan I think they are responsible for me losing sanity."

    "And I know exactly why I can profess my theory without coming onto you," she said, "I'm an Professor.  It goes with the job title."

    "Okay.  Acceptable," said Brown.

    "And if you wish to be respected sexually for not coming onto me, then, even though you mentioned.  What was it you mentioned?"

    "But you started it," said Brown.

    "I started it—HOW‽" said Whorla.

    "You mentioned I was thinking about you sexually."

    "But that has nothing to do with you not."

    "Okay.  Is this an joke?"

    "I'm not thinking about you sexually."

    "Okay!"

    "I'm not!"

    "Okay!"

    "I'm not."

    "But I'm Christiannan."

    "But I'm not."

    "So neither of us‽"

    "‽" she stared at him.

    "Okay.  But you started it because they are on their way here right now.  And you're doing nothing about it."

    It had become clear he meant to carry on this way.

    "So neither of us—" said the professor, "and I haven't stepped on your toes!  Have I‽  But I know exactly why the image of an object beside an thing doing another thing is related to that concept of you having an fantasy."

    "Why?"

    "Said the fantasy of the null."

    "What‽  What are you talking about Whorla‽"

    "Stop interrupting my class please.  I was saying the fantasy is the object of being beside an machine built from two.  If you're into Monarchy and Academia."

    "Are you saying you have actual sexual pleasures from these.  Roleplaying Monarchs.  And that since they are in academia they're even hotter‽"

    "Well let me see, let me see now here; what on Earth is wrong with saying that‽"

    "I didn't say anything was wrong with it I said—"

    "Yes I have actual sexual pleasures from them and how can you if you're the object beside the machine of Roleplaying Monarchs yourself an Monarch in an Academic schedule; you are the machine beside itself because your fantasy ideation of me of spending time with me sexually actually is you the machine beside itself; because I'm an double-machine!  And don't ever forget that!"

    "An double machine‽"

    "An double-machine."

    "Okay."

    He was persuaded to listen again.

    "So as I was saying Does the Monarchy survive to this day in the bedrooms of North America?  And do they care that all of their students have the best experience from the best professors?  If there are orcs currently on their way here, we've interiorized one another in war status so effectively that they will actually trip over their thoughts.  Theoretically at this very second.  Because we've interiorized the present so casually without meaning to that even if they should happen to try to attack here we will be ready for them physically and psychically.  Including the imprint of what we had just all accomplished together by interiorizing that moment.  We knew the door had locked.  We continued the conversation.  We gradually came around to the subject of why the door was locked.  But by that time we had all realized our own implication in the interiorization of the subject.  We were working together intelligently.  To deflect an terrible embattlement that should it happen to approach us we would be ready for to the extent of the interior psyche-ation we all of us experienced together.  Even if they try to get us they will crash into our present psychic energy which was based on our previous psychic energy which had interiorized what exactly was going to happen to them if they interfered with our space."

    "Should we do something?" said one of the students.

    "No.  There's nothing we need to do now.  We're adequately ready.  All we can do now is wait," said Whorla, "so I might as well keep teaching.  We can actually use our classroom space as an think tank in which we can retaliate to the hypothetical mob Brown has been advancing that is pressing against us.  We can react intelligently to something that might be happening outside.  By interacting in an way that is reciprocal to it.  The Power of Suggestion can be instated during war-time.  Stop taking an picnic everyone!  You can contribute to the discussion.  What are these words around us?  How do they count against the enemy?  Why do we make them so‽  Because knowledge is power.  It is real power.  That works on the minds of the enemies before they see us.  We of the White Tower who know that's an impossibility and yet we see it.  One has to believe something, right?  And so we create knowledge now.  Together to work against an common enemy.  Whose power reaches out to this class.  But we will be ready for it.  We have Brown!"

    "If we can use words on our enemy—"(the class had turned into an virtual reality experience)"—then we can use punctuation marks!"

    "You sure can!" said Whorla, "anybody else?"

    "Well you can't say ! that's not something people say."

    "But you just did!"

    "On the Internet."

    "Okay," said Whorla, "what about our growing sense that this is so confusing and we cannot do anything about it anyway?  Does anyone have anything to say on that?"

    "I do," said Brown, "it's their ickle trickery.  They are causing you to forget what you are doing!"

    "How could that be?" said Whorla, "we are inside the Academy, where the powers of the Academy apply."

    "Wait so," said Brown, "that was all an simulated reality?  My whole trek here from the Tavern and meeting you and Anna and everything?  But what was chasing me then‽"

    "Nothing was chasing you my dear.  You don't know an thing.  There is nothing chasing you.  Make it an order.  Go on!  Say it now!  There is nothing chasing me."

    "And ents were healing me and everything," said Brown.

    "Ents are healing me.  Say it with me!  Ents are healing me!"

    "Ents are healing me," said Brown, "so I know which it is!  The reality you simulated to me was seconds long.  I know that because we all do.  That's what we produced when we interiorized together what was happening.  And so it couldn't have been that you were simulating that reality that, when I had woken up on the Forest Road in the Green Fantasy spectrum.  And gone into the Tavern.  And realized I needed to flee.  That means I basically know what's going on again because I can tell which is virtual and which is simulated.  Our simulated interiorized of the energy they are experiencing right now places us in an position of advancement over them; we can narrate what's going on in their heads.  And then drive them crazy thus so that they stay away from here.  Yeah.  So there's that interiorization between us.  It's only seconds long.  And we want to increase it to seconds longer so that we can pull an trick on the old oh-no-the-villains-are-out-there problem of them being live inside of us psychologically at the same time they are out to get us.  Clearly none of the thoughts of any of them could escape the room in order to affect anything that was outside the castle.  But since it had been made so explicitly clear between the characters in that room.  Into which he had emerged from an secret tunnel from the chvrch.  They were sure of it.  They could feel the energy of those orcs in that room with them."

    "And they did not like this," said Whorla, "because it was prepositionally based, an interaction between machines beside an object who has no interaction with any other object.  That's how ugly and distorted their minds were.  And they were orcs.  They weren't even human.  They didn't even have an chance to feel what it was like to be raised human."

    "Orcs who look at you as though—"

    "As though I'm an object," said Whorla, "beside other objects."

    "That's disgusting!"

    "It's not as disgusting as you might think!" said Whorla, "I mean think about it if I'm just the object that's beside an Castle and an Academic setting mix which are interacting with each other like machines.  Then what's so bad about that?"

    "But they're orcs."

    "Yeah."

    "Then what do they see when they look at an object that an human has been made into beside an machine-machine—"

    "I'm an double-machine," Miss Whorla said again, "and we've already interiorized all of it and we're ready for combat.  Everyone, man your stations!"

    And all of the students took her up on the subject.  They were going to play an roleplaying reality fantasy game, in which their interactions with one another simulated an virtual game in which they would take turns executing manouvres.

    "Well so they're orcs," said Brown, "and if it's okay that they look at us that way (which it is, under war-time measures) then we can be the object standing beside another object just watching what it was doing to another object."

    "Good point Brown!" said Miss Whorla.

    "And if it just so happens to be mechanized in such an way as to be weaponized against them.  That should get our weapons systems engaged," said Brown.

    "Did he say systems?  He said systems."

    "He said systems."

    "Okay we're interacting on an field environment with enemies whom we are able to attack and this is all an virtual fantasy overlay attached or included on top of their own reality as an simulation in which they are the enemy that we are killing," said Whorla, "and we have systems.  You heard the man."

    "So there's an Psychological system," said one of her other students, "that goes along with declaring war.  And since you have been identified to be an abuser who has declared war.  We're going to kill you now.  And we can only threaten you.  Or worse?  But the psychological system will work against you, so that all of Brown's fantasy can one day be lived to its fullest.  Because we will mentalize what you have done to him psychologically.  And define it in specific legal classifications.  And everything I say has power over those orcs, too."

    "Good Job," said Whorla, "and I'd like to add, there are more systems than we can count.  We can use any system to get the job done, theoretically.  And since there are so many of them and any one of them can be used against the orcs.  We all might as well pick one or choose them in groups together."

    "I'd like to use the Fantasy system," said another student, "and I will compare it in exact terms to whatever can be meant by an Psychological system.  For if anything doesn't have an system it's psychology."

    "And this too they interiorized with one another in order to befuddle their enemies, before they had even arrived there!" said Whorla.

    "Is this really happening‽" said one of the students, "we're actually interacting with the forces of space and gravity and time outside the realm of physicality.  So that the orc vibes are brought to us.  Where we are.  Before they have even arrived on our ground."

    "Well we don't know that they might be arriving right now!"

    "But so we know what they are thinking anyway!" said the student, "and we can influence it without even being there.  I will be an scourge on them.  Look at my psychic abilities!  OMG the orcish thought is expanding!"

    "Expanding‽  That's not good," said Whorla.

    "Well why?" said Brown.

    "Well that's never happened before.  Orcs don't have thoughts that expand.  That's what they are."

The expanded thought was thus: I am just an snake in the desert without water watching the mind of an water god who lives in the human temple of civilization (it's an pimped out ride these days) mech overlord.  crawling on my belly.  Can you give me some water to me, even in the Desert?  That's what you are surely.

    "Oh Dear God," she said, "we're interiorizing it.  Their thoughts and feelings.  As though an Sphinx Riddle—"

    At that moment one of the orcs signalled Peace to them telepathically.  They had given up the fight.  Everyone in the room knew it might be an lie.

Give me water, said the snake.

    No, go away.  Said everyone in the classroom.

    "Gods!  I see it!" said Whorla, "the ultimate mech overlord is us.  Right at this very moment.  We are the centre of Culture and Civilization.  Such brilliant minds and powers over the arts.  And those poor orcs are out there, whom possibly had genuinely signalled Peace; where we would not give them any water.  Even though we had begun to interiorize their thoughts and feelings as though they were human."

    "We had to teach them how to kill themselves because they were so horrendous," said one of the students.

    "NO," said Whorla, "we had to teach ourselves how to interact with their mind on the borders of the Pleasure Principle and Psychology because they might need our help!"

    "Well so we are the mech overlord.  Higher than an king.  Someone in charge.  From the 21st Century.  Someone I could be sexually attracted to," said Brown, "An Secular character that I play in Society.  Out where my fantasies are not necessarily the object of, well, other people's fantasies.  I'm advanced as fuck.  Boi!  I know what you nerds do all the time.  I know what fantasies are.  I have them too.  Monarchy is an role, an sexual performance.  But Academic behavior sometimes means not bringing your kinks out into the yard."

    "Like when does it ever," said Whorla, "go ahead.  Bring them out into the yard."

    "But then we're bordering on sexual sado-masochism; the subject we're speaking about in the room is our manipulation of what is occurring outside.  And if we head into kink territory we're speaking about maybe their kinks.  And some of those stinky kinks may be disturbing to others.  Because they're not completely human."

    "Good point.  But I have an feeling it will share more with us once we get it to talk," said Whorla.  She was extremely angry.  She could think of nothing duplicitous to add to them experiencing an instinctual interiorization with one another in this room.

    An interiorization which was set to defend them telepathically or psychically.  That they were actually mentally working with time and matter in another place.  Where it could influence their behavior (the orcs).

    If the orcs were starting to telepathize with them then maybe they could stop them from rampaging their city.

    And learn an thing or two about orc experience.

    However the orcs were at this moment threatening to kill them.

    Why? they asked.

    Are you talking to us? one of them had snapped out of it.

    You are.  You want me to say that, said the biggest one, because he wanted to.  But you're not going to.  Because I'm the biggest one.

    But they (the quarantined) already knew they (the orcs) were already proceeding to the Academy to slit their throats.  Because Brown had told them so.

    And they believed him.

    They were tapping into their minds.

    The people.  These orcs.  Were talking to them.

    We are an Good people with Honor and knighthood.  They said.  Why aren't you?

    Oh you're French! yelled Brown.

    Yeah we we.

    And you're not stomping toward us‽

    Yeah we are.

    Well you'll have to stop that!

    Yes.  Stop.

    Stop!

    Stop?  Why?

    An orc was thinking to them.  They were enthralled.

    He looked at his troops.  He narrated the fact of looking at them to him.  Brown.  Especially.

    Brown shivered.  He was scared.

    He realized the captain would never realize that.

    He was sure he was talking to orcs.  But he thought he was inside an castle.  So it made sense to him.  There could an power that humans could have in which once in an while, they would talk to orcs telepathically and invite them into the room, where they could sort out their differences with each other themselves.  And all of the other students were like, yeah you're really selling us out to be all pussies!  We totally have more damage control than that.

    So what do you think talking to us?

    They had initiated an conversation.  After entering the room.

    They had them.

    What do you want from us? asked an orc.

    We want you to give up and go home.

    But we're chasing that Brown fellow.  Have you got him in there?

    You know we do!

    And we'll get him from you eventually.  He ordered his troops on, defiantly.  Narrating to them (the kink community) the fact of him ordering them, defiantly.  

    That's what turns them on, said Whorla gently, we're observing an extremely personal ritual behavior.

    Everyone watched with skeptical interest.

    I'd make sure every one of my orc warriors has an lover before I go off to bed.  You know the bed in the luxury department.  Where I will have my own.

    But he couldn't accept it as part of his character completely, as an orc.  There was something deeply shameful about being what turns everybody on.  In front of everyone like that.

    But we're seeing into you now, said everyone within the lecture hall.  They had been tweaking with the variables an bit and looking into Systems.  Of artificial weaponry.  Used for an joyous virtual videogame experience in real time.  Which they were currently tapping into.  They had rendez-vous with the post-video game time experience of the orc hunters who were, they narrated the fact of it to them pressing in on them with vigour.

    They locked on the target.  It was trying to end their systems, jamming them as they spoke.  But something stabilized in their minds at that moment, at which everyone was to witness who had minds of their own.  They saw something develop in the Orc fantasy.  An gloiy magic; an self-awareness that others were gloiy magic with them because we all have that inner glo.  It's the magic that comes from fairies.  Brown!  Stop hijacking the bloody narration we're zero-ing in on the orcs and you're interrupting the parameters of this expedition!  But I have the biggest gun, he said, and they all replied, BUT I CAN'T FOCUS BROWN WITH YOUR GUN YOUR GUN IS SO BIGG.  And so Brown was like okay.

    But he was right and they had already seen it.  They had an opportunity to take it to the next level.  Because of Brown.  They were going to start tempting the orcs in order to maraud the reverse equivalent on them of their actions.  But they quickly realized their actions were tempted.  And they had already begun to perform all of them.  That was what made them orcs.  In part.  They were tempted into violence and they performed it.  The students realized that them (the orcs) being tempted to harm them (the students) was in fact an temptation.  And they were in the psychotic spectrum of disorder and psycho-masochism.  But the orcs were narrating it to them directly like this; so that they could see that the others knew that they both realized they knew and didn't care.  The orcs didn't care that the students could see that they were narrating directly to them their awareness of being both tempted and wanting to hurt them.

    This was the crime the orc had committed.  For it was their greed in the fantasy of their own psychotic mania; that masochism by which they felt tempted to harm.  Which made them human.  (Or at least that was how they thought of it).

    And since they were human, they could be tried by an court of law—jumped in Brown's full resounding legal narrative voice—do you agree to thus? it said.  The Robotic Bouncer.  They were committing an crime of loitering and were issued to be sent home immediately.

    They had committed the crime of ending someone else's fantasy.

    Did you think the underground world wouldn't react to someone like that?

    That's where he came from?

    As long as his arm.  Ending someone else's fantasy? they played stupid, we don't want to end someone else's fantasy.

    But they clearly did.  They were acting like it.

    What are we doing? they wondered.

    We're marching toward Brown.

    That's what's ending our fantasy.  Said Whorla.

    Are you sure? they replied.

    They got another horrible picture of the guy that makes sure every one of his soldiers has an lay before he is ever content with his own.  (The Military Captain who had begun the pattern of narrating threats over to them, the people of the mech overlord who were all so terrifically advanced in the art of identifying it as that has he the orc said the fantasy is possible because of him.  When clearly an orc cannot could!

    But that's an offense to orcs, they said, we are an people and much like humans we need to be legalized.  Even if it is our trial and it plays against us somehow.  That's the rule of law.  They were marching onward, riding their wolves.  Marauding.  They had only so much time before them before they would reach the Great City.

    The classroom had finally locked in on what was specific about their conscious experience so that they could start issuing threats in reverse.  An logic.  Of the mind.  Which if they shared it because they were human.  Then maybe the students could empathize for their situation.

    That they didn't have.  Orcs didn't have this logic of issuing threats in reverse.  They weren't an advanced species.  Like humans.

    And so that's all they knew.  An world of threats.  An world of violence.  Which they could taunt the Great City with on their arrival.

    But, they measured, this was an logic set against us and so we must be intelligent enough to figure out this logic somehow so that it won't measure against us.

    But if the students started telling them in reverse it was as if the threats were ever mentioned (They weren't).  There were none.  And they were using them to influence the mind upon these orc, still waiting to see if they could figure out the logic of reverse.  As in all of their negative energy back out at them.  And all of our positive energy to hold that cigarette for them.  I kid, of course.  Orcs don't smoke cigarettes.  Not these one's anyway.  They were too angry and diminutive.  All they could think about was being tempted to harm Brown.  They couldn't transcend that thought and so they were perpetually disabled by their environment, which in the meantime had become their environment, the virtual overlay.  It was an student run videogame virtual reality enhancement module which allowed them to target an progress the Systems against the enemy, who had not shown any capacity to be able to empathize for Brown, or any of them for that matter.

    Psychology is an system, yeah.

    Or Fantasy isn't.  But it can be an system, if you want it to.

    But if I am the Civic Matrix then it is my duty to give you knowledge.  If you are thirsty, drink.  Ah!  You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?  Brown understood.  The snake in the desert could not drink because it was nowhere near the camel.  I am an living specimen.  Said the Civic Matrix.  You are an snake!  Drink!  My knowledge is water.

    But I'm nowhere near the camel, thought an orc.

    "That's the figure of the object beside the two objects," said Whorla, "it's an psychological image because she is made to be beside objects.  Two of them.  That's why she's beside herself.  The Civic Matrix abuses the snake because it has been an abuse to the Civic Matrix.  Two objects beside themselves."

    "And that's what's going to happen to the orcs mentally, then that the Civic Matrix will abuse them and all of our targeting systems, which all depend uniquely on which ones we chose to man.  It could be anything.  Anything.  Like.  Anything in the category of anything.  Can be an system."

    "Yeah so what makes you think Psychology isn't an system?  It can be.  And it can not be.  So what?"

    "But if it ever is it would become corrupt.  Because there's no structuralist system to psychology.  That's what psychology is."

    "But we're not working in an system exactly," said Whorla, "because we are operating under the conditions that we may be in danger and we are interiorizing and reacting to all of it in an specific and complex way."

    "And we've interiorized an ship.  That we can all man together," said one of the students, "so don't give us any back talk and we'll make sure, that if you come to our Great City, we will upgrade you to an First Class citizen."

    "They won't make it past the figure of the image of the woman and its two objects," said Brown, "because that's what they are.  They are orcs.  They think they are objects."

    "I am the figure of the image, Brown," said Whorla, "that's why I know it on this deepest level."

    "So you're actually into this orc fantasy?"

    "Sure, it's the King and Queen to my sugar; an naughty professor beside two objects, herself an object.  She makes sure the orcs know her two objects are them and her Monarchy–Academy theory which objectified her sexually because she liked to be treated that gently.  That was her fantasy.  And they were free to be part of it.  And leave Brown alone because he was clearly terrorized."

    They laughed.

    But if we are objects then we are humans, said an orc, because you have defined yourself as an object.

    "Now you're getting it," said Whorla, "why aren't you here yet‽"

    Everyone was interiorizing their behavior exactly because they knew it could win them an crewmanship award.  They were coming up with an convoluted narrative into which to send the orcs so that they would be incapacitated and fail their mission.  And they were all in on it.

    But if we make it together, suggested one of them, then it will be even more convoluted.  They already knew what they were talking about.  They were convoluted.  They were building an fantasy into which to send the orcs.  To see if they could uphold an proper fantasy psychologically even though they had been responsible for ending Brown's.  It was the fantasy of their ship and crew (the students) attacking them in an videogame, an whole mission in which the orc is targeted and destroyed.  Which was exactly what they wanted to develop in order to interfere with the orcs' "logic;" they wanted an mission they could replay again and again to compel their reason upon the orcs.

    It was most stressful.  Brown couldn't handle it.

    We were making the orcs think they were having an fantasy to see if they could.

    And why would they be able to, if they had ended Brown's?

    Maybe they did have fantasies, and they knew what they meant and what it meant to end Brown's, which was even worse.

You're not giving us enough water, they said, and then the classroom erupted into shouting.

    "You're orcs.  You don't need water!  Orcs aren't real!"

But you have all the technology, they said.

    "No!  Oh Dear God!  We have to teach them what we mean because they aren't smart enough to figure it out for themselves!" said Whorla.

    "How are we supposed to do that‽" said Brown.

    "The water is the knowledge that enables us to have all of that technology!"

Then why aren't you sharing it with us?

    "But we give it to you freely!"

But you're not here.  So how can you teach it to us?

    "But that's what knowledge is!"

I don't understand, said the orcs.

    "I, you're not an I, there's several thousand of you!"

There's not that many.

    "They don't understand they are their thoughts."

Orcs don't have thoughts.

    "Stupid orcs!" said Brown.

    "We don't say stupid here.  We say a-reciprocal," said Whorla.

    "Then please have these all for the subject of argument," said Brown, who started handing out letters, "they are all the same.  Read them carefully.  You will see why this subject is important to the story, you'll see!"

    And they started reading:

Two Major Religions

(1) Aboriginal Spaces

(2) the Christianna

And

Six "religions"

(3) Knowing That We Cannot Communicate Anything Clearly As An Psychic Who Speaks With His Mind to anyone anywhere or anything even if they are not present.  THAT'S—psycho!  But that people can understand one another even if you aren't there because that's what understanding is!  THAT's sanity!  (But we can).

(4) français: Il du tête dont moi nous nous avançons.

(5) Islam: does it matter whether it is an Major Religion or not?

(6) Hinduism: also on the subject of whether it matters whether it is an Major Religion.

(7) Christian Religiosity: also on the subject of whether it matters whether it is an Major Religion (as if this was possible to be Hinduism's equal on the matter; and that since Christianity cannot solve the puzzle itself, unless provoked).  It should be considered an Minor religion.  The total of all of it of so many diverse kinds of Christianity, they need to make an shift together, perhaps away from Christianity altogether.

(8) Western Theology: an race within its theological realm, the space in which we understand God is above all, and since he or she is so delicate, beautiful, and sophisticated, we must aestheticize her unconditionally.  And that our relationships with God may vary for this reason, (that we had aestheticized it in language).  (Or wherever).

    My mind is my protection from whatever harms the Prince of Positivity.  Me.  And so I can produce infinite space in which to converse these 8 religious topics.

    On the matter that they are all gay religions.  They must be for that is what an religion is.  Do you agree?

    They did.

    Then the author will move that there is also an economic principle involved.

    They agreed.

    Then determining the economic principle necessarily part of all religion, I commence that they began an conversation, first seated on gi-normous pillows of different colors.  Around in an circle so.  And would begin speaking about the principle.

    "If it is said, that all religions must rely on an economic principle, it is the Reciprocity Principle.  The Reciprocity Principle states that reciprocity is known for its Capital value.  There is an economic value that belongs to reciprocity and New Reciprocity.  The economic value of the New Reciprocity is an equation of difference between the value of a-reciprocity the lesser and reciprocity the more.  (They both have an value on an Capitalist market).  And if an organization could no longer produce its value, it cannot be classified anymore as an religion.  And in an period of economic stress and self-reflection we realize who the real players are.  We have already named them; they are the several few who have claimed to be either Major or minor religions.  But some of them fall short of the economic principle.

    Advancement of Discipline an subject of conversation between these eight Major Religions (which was said sarcastically because some of them aren't and it is of the character of an major religion to have that sense of humor because, obviously, I mean Come On!  They have to be that sarcastic because they are Major Religions and they've been around for that long who are these minor religions and why are they so powerful?  Whom of can do with the subject?).

    Advancement of discipline is advancement of these eight religions because discipline, according to their traditions, has tended to mean something that is physically and in the act of repressing someone's fantasy, dangerous, when I mean something completely different than that when I say the word discipline.  Discipline to me means, not an act of repressing some pleasure, but an act of receiving much pleasure, as much of it as possible.  Epicurean or Hedonistic.  Therefore Advancement of Discipline (the subject I am about to teach) must mean what I would teach to you about what discipline cannot mean anymore for the sake of advancement.

    And this is what I would teach to you if I were the professor.

    Advancement of Discipline.

    And you'd all be my class and you could ask any questions you wanted to, but I'm recommending the subject of Major Religions for you to have an anchor point upon the conversation where we would go out from our ship and swim in the ocean, toward Mermaid Rock.  Where there is an merman upon an rock and the Captain himself of this ship is having an homosexual fantasy about him.  The Captain who is me of course!

    Our most trusted professor, said the Powers of the Academy, probably the smartest one of all of us.

    But for now, Brown had run on up ahead to show everybody how these eight religions were aggressing on one another in an most inappropriate way.  Trying to impress or resolve or force their discipline on one another and it affected all of us because we didn't even know who those people were and so advancement of discipline meant absorption and uptake of what they consider discipline.  For the sake of conversation and education, which we are here to do.

    Any questions?"

    "What is Metropolosis?"

    "It's an theoretical mental illness caused by globalization."

    "I see.  And what does it do?"

    "It partially incapacitates (stuns) the warrior character because civilization is said to want no more warriors anymore.  Even though they are an genetic type of personality.  Any other questions?"

    "What is discipline in your most advanced subject?"

    "In the Christianna, discipline means that Hedonism and Epicureanism are both of your arms, the strength of which will be the result of how well you followed either one of them.  In these other major religions it means something abusive that they did to themselves or whom the experience of being an repressed subject was his own doing."

    "So he repressed himself, and these 7 other religions could prove it, and so they had an case against him even though he was Christiannan and from his perspective he was exercising good discipline, an combination of both Hedonism and Epicureanism.  And so they had failed, somehow, as religions because they were wrong about discipline.  Discipline wasn't what Brown was doing to himself in that way.  But since it was to these other religions.  They had disciplined him according to their own principles, which were wrong.  He needed to be disciplined according to Christiannan principles, because he was an Christiannan.  How exactly was he to be disciplined?  Discipline according to his Hedonistic and Epicurean principles, I say.  Because we can use them in comparison of one another to refine their principles further.  (If we imagine them to be opposite for the sake of pleasure of their competition in the mind would we not find an refinement of the principle?)."

    "But," said Brown, (In RL all of them were still reading this; none of this was actually being said; it was only what Brown had written), "since in order to teach this class I must teach you what discipline means in all eight of these religions, in which I take an critical approach—"

    "—didn't you already teach us what it meant in your religion?"

    "Well there's more to it than that," said Brown, "there is also the discipline I have to take because of those seven religions.  The discipline I have to take as an Christiannan, to undo those (their) disciplines which affect me adversely.  I'll name them again (they are abstract); Aboriginal Spaces, Knowing That We Cannot Communicate Anything Clearly As An Psychic, français, Islam, Hinduism, Christian Religiosity, and Western Theology.  They have all their own definitions of discipline.  And I have my own.  And I want you to know mine alongside theirs so that you can decide between them.  We will take an loose authority approach to interpret these religions, as they are often in their nature an intuitive concept anyway.  What do they make you think?  What do they make you feel?  And why, when some of them aren't even real religions, can we reflect on them like that?  Because they have the most potential power in an conversation about discipline on ahead.  Because the Christianna is meant to show them something about their own argument that I disciplined myself too much like an Christian.  Repressing my own homosexual instincts.  Even though the Christianna preaches Hedonism and Epicureanism as two characters in the interest of increasing one another's pleasure together.  And so, you must understand, when I am telling you about these religions.  It is an deeply intuitive process.  I don't know what I'm going to say about them yet because the moment will determine, intuition-wise, what needs to be said.  That's what religions are; that's why I can make sense of them like this and so we will take an ad hoc or ad libitum approach—we will improvise freely—in order to convert their intuition to language.  Aboriginal Spaces, discipline can also be defined in terms of Hedonism and Epicureanism's competition with each other.  Which is an Christiannan concept but not solely an Christiannan concept, maybe, because everyone can think of their own versions of why they as two characters go together.  In Hinduism discipline (Aboriginal Spaces is not given an preposition because that characteristic is their character—how they fit into the Sequence with every other type of character) means per se, that some people are biologically of that type of person.  And it is an strong argument that there are types of character that people are biologically.  Which of course span race, class, and ethnicity.  There are biological character types which match that exist in every (all of them) Culture at the same time.  Even though they are from different cultures.  We are only beginning to name them all in the Psycho-analytical age and we rely on our fantasy RPG character archetypes (for it's fantasy non-truth overlay effect) often in order to inform out own statuses among an community who hasn't fully begun to realize its power yet.  We may say for example, that there is an religious (healer) class of personality.  Alongside the Warrior and the Mage (user of spells) and that there may be other types like rogue and hunter.  In Hinduism the gap between being one of these characters and not became too great.  People were actually born into the character of being untouchable as though family genetic history had anything to do with it.  But often, as we see in other parts of the world, such as England where Chaucer was advancing the character of those personality types which were his favorite.  Apparently some English fellow eventually decided he wasn't psychic and nobody could be because language was used to communicate things and if there was nothing to communicate it couldn't be said.

français, however, had proven it could. du livre (an book) du qui (who).  But it was his religion (this English guy)

whenever the mech overlord turned on (which was all the time).  (It's power was running all the time).  

also the orcs are enabling the fantasy, to some extent.

the orcs were devastated because they didn't get any water.

But it was his religion (this English guy) because he wasn't psychic and he knew it.  He could communicate nothing without saying it.

    "But," someone pointed out, "communication isn't necessarily language.  And being able to communicate doesn't necessarily mean you're saying it.  And even if you were communicating in spoken language that doesn't mean that you couldn't also be communicating—at the same time—to someone else.  That's the secret of being psychic.  Just like in Lord of the Rings.  When the elf queen speaks to Frodo in his mind.  Whom was not within range of hearing your voice."

    "How could that be possible‽"

    "Well, if communication isn't always verbal because it isn't always spoken, then whomever is the recipient subject of that non-verbal communication is themselves evidence of its equity as an idea.  There are some who listen to your voice and there are some who cannot or don't but they still "hear" you.  You know, telepathically.  Which cannot be in the same pattern or medium as words because it doesn't depend on hearing them.  As the reason he is an writer.

    Some things are spoken without words.

    Body language, for example (which itself can be an word (in the right language)) moves quickly, travels faster than the speed of light usually.  We get an impression of how you're feeling from what you look like.  But it's not like language (sign language, or English) exactly because we can't form words this way.  If body language is fast enough to communicate that much information without saying anything, isn't that psychic ability?

    And just because I'm an writer who has psychic encounters, with other characters in my imagination, even though I'm not more than one person and psychologically I can't know them exactly as real people because real people don't do that.  But how can I tell?  If their psychology is really happening to me psychologically; and the precise time of day at when I would realize their specific character might happen to be when they are out of the room.  It doesn't mean that me interacting with that psychological imprint is necessarily insane.  Do people have characters in their imagination which are perfect replicas of real people is an real question," she said, "and if they do, then to what extent is our reciprocate to one another.  If the mind can perfectly primed and setup for interacting with specific individual psychologies in its intuitive reaches."

    "But they have to be.  That's what they are.  That's what Psychology is.  Well, maybe not perfectly exactly but to some extent reliably may be an better word.  Psychologically, what goes on reciprocally in our minds about one another is actually part of the other person's psychology because that's the mind of the artist and that's what the brain is designed for.  We are each other, to some extent, in an way because that's what we really are."

    "But what happens if I play with them, imaginatively," said the student, "and they become something other than what that person really is.  Is it my responsibility?  Or theirs?"

    "Who, madame, who that person really is," said Brown.

    "Who then!" said the student, "if I'm only my own psychology interacting with its own internal parts which you're saying are you.  Then I'm just an most introverted individual who is not interested in what is actually there before him."

    "But how you interact with them internally is also part consequence of our actions.  Psychically."

    "I see."

    "And so we're interacting both with ourselves internally and externally at the same time, which allows us to identify what is real and what isn't.  Psychologically.  We are that type of interaction you see because we are self aware.  And we are multi-aware in some ways because consciousness is meant to be done with others.  We are aware of being aware of one another being aware of one another.  This provides the base for all behavior, fascination, and motivation.  When we are aware of the same things together we are sometime post-language together because we don't know exactly what it is we're describing in language yet.  Language, however, may be more nimble than we thought.  If we could describe what was happening to us internally when we were interacting with each other, we could experience direct consciousness of language, the pure attempt at describing one thing to one another.  Using language together to refer to the things that were happening on the inside.  An struggle between eight different religions over the definition of discipline.  Islam was most pleasurable in this aspect and most of them were Hedonists, probably.  But the Christian Religiosity I suspected most of all would fall apart over this fact of discipline.  I had circumscribed in contrast to Western Theology to see which one was better able as an Christian or Christians.  To define the status of discipline against me so that I would know how bad I abused myself in their own definition.  Even though the Christianna had successfully emerged as one of the Eight Major Religions we had to discuss with; and I was responsible for it.  And I had an better definition of discipline than they."

    "That's exactly our point," they said, "you do have an better definition than us."

    He could tell they were being critical?  But they weren't actually inside his classroom.  Or were they?  Wasn't that the point of his whole teaching, that people were influenced by these Eight major powers, virtually, and being so he had to stand up and defend what being an Christiannan was?

    "Christiannans are not disciplined because we repress ourselves and our emotions," he said, "but Christianity eventually lead to the fate worse than death.  The Fate Worse Than Jesus's.  And it was affecting the whole species.  The Chance.  Given to us by God was to learn what these two fates mean and why, morally that matters.  Why it is central to our cosmos and why it is not fair for any religion to say the Christianna is an self-repressive discipline like the kind of anti-gay conversion therapies that are said in the name of Christianity.  Christian Religiosity cannot stand up to the name of Western Theology because it is only the practice of ending people's fantasies as an discipline, which does not itself count as an religion.  Western Theology needs to own up to an responsibility to advance Christianity beyond it's self-repressive stage because Christian Religiosity is over-whelmingly populated to advance the pressure of an cathexis upon the psychology of another person (torturing them until they repress it) without, perhaps, even being consciously aware of it.  Their influence.  Which is the oppression by the majority.  There cannot be an single religion and so they will have to learn how to get along with one another.  The religion of nothing.  The advancement of discipline, therefore is the advancement of the definition of discipline from its inferior state at the hands of these Christians and other religions who are divided amongst themselves.  When the Christianna has an clear option available.  The contest of Hedonism and Epicureanism.  As though they were competitors.  In order to generate more pleasure."

But what you mean by discipline, when you say discipline, said the orcs, as an Christiannan is different than what other religions mean by discipline.

    "I mean being prepared for orcs."

Who are not helping to stabilize the fantasy field so that fantasy characters can interact with each other.  Including Evil and Good ones?

    "So you're helping us just because you enable us to have the opportunity to stabilize the fantasy?"

How else could it play out‽

    "Well we know exactly how you're not helping us.  We're the ones who know things.  And so we know you're not helping us."

But I am helping you by giving you the opportunity to roleplay the Good character.  By being the Bad character.

    "We are roleplaying the Good character because we are Good, not because you are Evil," said Brown, "and not because we want more of you but because we want more of ourselves.  Don't I know it!" said Brown, he appeared to shift into an more Purple mood, "that's my religious fervour for ya! • against your vehemence • and since this is all hyper-play.  (An virtual videogame of the mind in which we are set to win against the orcs).  We are actually inviting our religious battle feelings into the battleground; against our known enemy so that we can experience it virtually together in realtime and all of here in the classroom of us can be participants in that battle.  We don't want to have to use our religious powers for fantasy purposes, but what if we have to?"

    At this point everyone were periodically were stopped reading and looked up to the front of the classroom until the moment acquiesced and conjugated itself properly.

    "Targetting Orc Consciousness," shouted Whorla.

It appears to depend on you.

    "It's communicating with us‽" said one of the classmates.

    "Discipline," said Brown, "means knowing the orcs are an metaphor for these, extraterrestrials, the people caught between Christian Religiosity and Western Theology."

@your sense of discipline is hurting yourself • so you won't feel pleasure anymore, they said, and you're just trying to make it illegal that we treat you in that special way.

    "What—by ending my fantasy‽" said Brown.

You want to make it illegal to end someone's fantasy because we ended yours so many times.

    And us being Christian Religiosity or Western Theology (they had decided to up it to an human pace and were thinking directly in telepathy now) who would treat you thus.  Is just part of your fantasy as an Christianity, when really there are an plurality of Christianities in the bigger picture that you're just not getting, to make us all out to be orcs, so that you can forget us and focus on all others.

    "But I chose those categories specifically to show how you would get caught in the crossfire.  You are somewhere between Christian Religiosity and Western Theology because you're orcs.  And any of the other seven religions I wrote about who also think discipline is anti-Christiannan are orcs with you."

They backed it up an bit.

    "That's right you did!"

Wait!  That's not what I wanted to‽—do?

And we're inside you, said the orc, because you are an object beside two other objects, you and Brown.

    "Brown and I don't have that kind of relationship this way," said Whorla, "we are two objects interacting with one another; but we are only to ourselves as humans objects for as individuals we only own ourselves.  And your complex is you being the object beside two other objects, civilization and all of us, because we are interacting with civilization and you're not!"

• we are not objects madame that's why we rebel against you.

• you say we are objects because you are oppressing us.

    "But an object can only repress itself," said Brown, "that's your philosophy.  And we can see it!"

• No You're repressing/oppressing us because we're not human and so we cannot own ourselves.  An people.  Who is not human.

    "We don't want you to repress yourselves," said Whorla, "we want you to see you can be the object in relation to two other objects because you are human: Civilization, and Being Human.  That's what those two objects are.  You're more than just an Super Hero for being responsible that they are interacting.  Beside yourself you might say.  That's what makes you can orc.  You are like an spit wad on the window of my skyscraper; you make yourself the object who cannot own itself because you are fictionally an contrast to the humans, who do."

• so anyone just interacting with you in an way that enables you to continuing having an fantasy that we are humans?  and we can't kill Brown because we're busy interacting with you?

    "But we're good characters that's what we're doing."

    "So anything you say," said Brown, "we will react against because that is inherently who we are.  Even if you say you are helping us by stabilizing the fantasy field.  Stabilizing the fantasy field!  Helping us!  You haven't got an clue who you're talking to do you?"

• but how could we be bad if; we were helping you stabilize an fantasy?

    "I'm not saying you're bad; I'm saying you're good.  And that is an order."

• but we're orcs.

    @ ya we're orcs.

• that's what orcs are.

    "Orcs, my dears," said Whorla, "are actually symbolic of ending someone's fantasy.  They are the fantasy generator's lowest subject, the inability to have an fantasy.  (They experience this).  For they stand for its own destruction.  And any character who would join forces with others in order to end an fantasy must not be smart or reciprocate enough to realize that's what we're trying to keep alive."

    "But if we're preventing them from realizing their fantasy; from destroying our fantasy–by being telepathically reciprocal to them, then we're trying to stop their actions against us, not the fact that this necessarily involves the end of an fantasy."

    @ you.  DAMN YOU!

    "You're orcs.  You're not that smart dude."

    @ we'll show you whose smart!

    "They're still coming here!"

    "Don't say that it sounds like you're ordering them!"

    "But that's an point of the New Reciprocity!"

    "Tell them–"

    "You are telling them!  It apart from an virtual reality, an videogame-like reality I realize there are several modules; eight in fact.  And they look nothing like those eight religions.  Our weapons do not even look like something an religion would have.  Apart of it truly like taking apart though the whole console and the design of the game; taking it apart one thing at an time.  For hours and hours.  An virtual videogame-like reality in which we are players.  You have all of us at your disposal to do battle on the orc psychosis before they get here!  They can't get here!  We'll make sure of that!"

    "Picking up on their physical surroundings!  We can see where they are!  We can dement them to think we are blue crystal virtue floating in mid-air.  They are deferred thus to its virtue and become conscious of our reason why they need to stop."

    "There are trees there!"

    "They are in the forest.  Of course there's trees!"

    "No but I mean they aren't even good enough to be near the trees like that!"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Trees are universal conduits of life and activity on planetary bodies," said the student, "orcs are just fantasy destroyers."

    "But they're helping us create the fantasy."

    "But we're helping them create the fantasy."

    "Then how are we creating it so they're not trying to attack us?"

    "Because we're narrating it with our conversation so that they can see what we're talking about.  And who would want to attack us if they knew what we're talking about?"

    "Remember, students!  They are anti-psychological creatures!"

    "Let's talk about how the weapons and the religions are like one another," suggested Brown.

    "The ones you wrote about in the letters that we all just read?"

    "Yeah; it's those ones."

    "But they're not all religions; as you had written."

    "Yeah."

    "So what do you want us to do about it‽"

    "We might be able to activate our weapons systems by learning something about all of these eight religions and why, in an virtual reality lay-over, they can be weaponized to rally the orcs against their consciousness.  And so will squelch them to defeat them."

    "But how are Religions like Weapons?"

    "Resolvedly Islam was about Pleasure.  (Does it matter whether it is an Major Religion or not in lieu of the pleasure?).  And Hinduism was post-philosophical (it also doesn't matter what Major Religion has to do with pleasure.  Not!  Ha!).  And Whorla's, I am just an object beside two other objects who are interacting.  God and humans.  Reality and Civilization.  No wonder I'm beside myself.  I am just an object beside another object.  The two objects whom are interacting.

    @ We squelch upon the desert sand; and in the after-division in the mission to kill mecha-overlord man who doesn't provide us water.

   "The Christianna doesn't need to be about weapons because it is an religion.  It is how people feel about being free not to carry an weapon.  Because that's what religion is.  Peace."

    Beside the Pyramid and the Riddle of the Sphinx.  You are the object in the sand, desert snake, because your riddle must be the one of reciprocity over a-reciprocity; the figure of the person who is the object beside two other objects who are persons who are { Anna; the snake is just the continuation of the lie inside of another lie, the lie after lie (its means of attaining motion, the person beside two objects who are interacting (its tapering versus its appetite) } and are one object together (there are many tremendous ways to do this exactly).  Narrated some humans into the videogame simulation.

    An reciprocal command is an order that you give someone in order to find out their orders for you.  In order for them to find our your orders for them.  And on and on.  (In the fantasy genre hopefully; we want people to interact with one another in politics as though they possessed fantasy powers based on either reciprocity or a-reciprocity.  Players of Games with one another in which the object is not to make explicit commands, naturally, but subtly and to persuade one another of them without ever having given them would be the best way).  (The best kind of fantasy command because we are able to preserve the presence of our fantasy characters to each other this way).

    And also bring up the subject of God to these eight "religions."

    "If we bring up an subject of God and it is related in the past-way to how our religions are like our weapons capabilities systems (in an fictional videogame) which we can blast upon the enemy, disabling their systems of logic (which weren't exactly Logic of which enabled them to be disabled).  And that if we weaponized these religions against them (the orcs) they would inflict all kinds of internal struggles upon them whereby which they would be unable to focus on their physical effort, which had not yet reached the Great City."

    "If Islam and Hinduism got together; they'd both have pleasure and logic, in post-philosophy design."

    "Yeah but what kind of weapon would they have?"

    "An multi-armed bionic and customized robotic person in the art of their God, with blue skin, which can be deployed against them exactly, so that it would interfere with their air-space."

    "Then it can go up ahead and join Qualagmyrosis the Vauthril Than-Was-Leashed-Onto-Russia's-Soil.  And we have seven other customizations to choose from in this game."

    "Christianity," said one of the students, "we have Christianity."

    "No we don't," said Brown, "we have Christian Religiosity and Western Theology; you figure out for yourselves why they fit into this narrative.  But if they were weapons, I'd have to say; one is an physical one.  And the other is an mental one.  All true religions know that difference and so Aboriginal Spaces and the Christianna, being elected the most important Major Religions; we turned the question to what would be their weapon if it could be represented.  For we had already decided religions weren't weapons and weapons weren't religions.  But that out of interest had settled upon the subject of what their weapons could be if in fact they could happen to have them."

    "It's not so much about the type of weapon that represents their religion, but the weaponized skill we are able to employ against the orc consciousness in this videogame.  If we had two weapons out of Christian Religiosity and Western Theology; the physical weapon versus the mental weapon.  Then the mental weapon would win every time, would it not?"

    "That's the Author's point."

    "And so we're deploying weapons based on religions against Russia who are, as they say, orc consciousness."

    "And we have paused over how powerful and devastating must be these two weapons of power; the mental and the physical."

    "But the Hinduism creation is also beautiful and that's its main flaw because it wants its enemies to be afraid.  Of its sword-wielding Power!"

    "Islam be like.  Oh, that felt Good!  Mommy has its own."

    "And pull out an machine of two objects, an vagina and an penis, interacting with each other but not in the way you had expected.  And this would be an weapon."

    "This would be an weapon‽"

    "Yes."

    "Because of the Figure of the Object beside the other Two Objects."

    "Supposedly."

    "Wow such an array of skills and abilities!"

    "What else have you got‽"

    "There's the français, of course.  But you don't want me to get started about the français."

    "Why?"

    "Ho-oh.  Oh-boy.  I cannot even speak the words fast enough for how quickly they will nip and curse you in order to make it clear that there is no meaning involved."

    "But there is an meaning involved‽"

    "There is an meaning involved!"

    "So like an français weapon, if it was in this videogame.  What would it be exactly, en français?"

    "hypér-uno-nami j'aime LIKE an hyper-unit.  Logic and Charisma and Philosophy all rolled into virtual intuition and roleplaying fantasy characters who rise up and rebel against their orc overlords.  Who are terrorizing."

    "And what else was there?  Not Being An Psychic?"

    "Yeah so that person's weapon would totally be being an psychic canon.  Like as if any psychic person could do any damage on the battlefield."

    "But maybe they do in this instance as part of this fantasy."

    "I think that's all of them then."

    "Wait.  What were the Aboriginal Spaces and Christiannan abilities again?"

    "We haven't thought of them yet completely."

    "We're not psychic."

    "But some of us are‽"

    "Yeah."

    "They were sending up more characters and personas to catch the figure of the fantasy of the enemy's imagination.  An battlefield in which an vauthril is licking them out of tall buildings like ants from an log."

    "And Intersectionalis is repeatedly bringing up the subject of intersectionality to jam their focus."

    "They have every fictional weapon we can comprise out against them now.  And we are ourselves that weapon."

    "An cache and their repeated uses and embattlements in an endeavor against Russians or Orcs.  But what is the difference?  How can we tell anymore‽"

    "We need to have an central firing system.  From which to combat the enemy."

    "What exactly are the dimensions of this activity‽" said one her students nervously.

    "We're an avatar-like character traversing an fictional span of time in which we are orcs.  In order to compromise their activity with them.  By simulating the orc consciousness to ourselves and then interacting with it.  We are able to be prepared should they arrive.  Our sophistication is to the extent that we experience their own reality in ours as though we were the videogame player the super game hero the videogame hero to their orcish experience, an gameplay activity.  Of wit.  And we are of the sophistication to make decisions based on that."

    "Like we can design the game around them in order to blur or manage what they think they believe and know?"

    "Yes."

    "Then let's fill it in some!  What exactly are we going to narrate them?"

    "They eventually just found some inordinate reciprocate a-reciprocate orcish virtues which were supposed to be the reason for why they were acting this way.  They were reminded of it in song (the videogame could play music to them)."

    "And then they are given the skills to harvest wood and gold from the mine."

    "There are creatures that they must level up against.  Non-humans."

    "They can get experience points from battling up those monsters!  So that they can learn they themselves are the monsters."

    "And we can summon any philosopher's virtue on the battlefield; hm-hm.  Which one should we choose?  That they realize their connection with us as themselves destroying monsters because they are monsters.  hm-hm.  Humanism's most forefront thinker.  Then.  Me."

    @ orcs just wanna vape like lesbians.  Me-wife!  Like you Irish women's objectifiers, who are always there and are always me men, the subject of property.  Ownership.

    "Then we keep showing them how to be human; and whether they can show us how they are not orcs will decide whether they can be human then."

    "Yo!  Orcs!  If you're all fantasy abusers now turned whose worth gains in our perspective, as an race, by providing us the opposition in order to carry out our fantasy within an stabilized field in which the orcs always lose.  It will be worth it to us and them both even if they have to play the negative character.  Who loses."

    "Show them how many leprechaun children we had to save today; bring them up for full fantasy whereabouts relative to the design of children.  We know they will strike to defeat our children's fantasies.  If we do not act careful."

    "Send violence."

    "We are sending violence.  We're showing them humanism."

    "But they are just listening and hear everything we say; even though we can't hear everything they are saying‽"

    "Use the combat generator scenario in which one of these eight weapons is deployed to defeat the enemy."

    "This is fun."

    "Aye, captain!"

    "That's why the doors of this classroom are closed," Whorla vaporized out of thin air hovering near the door, "we are an ship.  And we're so powerful.  We don't even have to be there to introduce ourselves to the orcs because they don't deserve that attention anyway.  So take your bloody vacation now, ladies and gentlemen—"

    She returned to the front of the classroom.

    "—use your religionized weapons.  Or whatever you call them!"

    "Who controls the religionized weapons—"

    "Nevermind!  I'll-do-it-myself!"

    Whorla locked onto her mental target.  Using the videogame's weapons systems against her enemy, the orcs.

    Intersectionalis was locking onto his targets; repeatedly intervening putting his own intersectionality on the line.

    The Hinduism's God was doing an victory lap.

    The Vauthril remained most powerful and high above, in the sky, where everyone could see him.

    And there was some twatty little leprechaun running around orc physical-spiritual realm presence space confusing up their ranks with magic.  So that everybody could see how good he was at playing the videogame which in the meantime everyone in this classroom was attempting to play.  They had to work together exactly.  But how could they?  There were so many religious theories at play it represented the intersection between them itself in its immense power of complexity.  In which circumstances we maybe not ideally reciprocate.  But they had to be the best at that videogame in order to reciprocate, pass the class.

    It was, as they were, in Russia.  An server event.  Put on by the GMs (game masters).  The server admin.  Monsters were running loose EVERYWHERE.  In this famous videogame territory space.  In the middle of the city.  Where they were not supposed to do.  They were outside monsters.  Not inside monsters.  They couldn't be in the City!  And there couldn't be an authority who could control them.  But there was.

    And this was the most epic thought at the time because it had never happened before.

    And refracted out this new focus whereby Whorla was currently intervening to use the eight weapons they had theorized and installed into their own videogame against their orcs by an motivation of an standard she would use to distinguish intelligently between them.

    The Christianna was held to be responsible for advancing such an advanced hypothesis.  And to be responsible for its careful logic which lead to real questions and real answers.  We were becoming disciplined against the orcs in society.  Because they were intervening with our sense of discipline.  By forcing us not to have an fantasy.  Because that is what they are, in order for the plot to continue.  But since they had come this far in the way of Brown's fantasy, which was predictable because they would act Evil in order to gain an economic profit which affected Good characters, (in Russia an GM was raiding the town by summoning monsters in order to kill any adventurers and warriors that landed there unexpectedly).

    The logic and philosophical presence of its data were found to be original and part of an complex material with many facets and vicissitudes.  They were playing an videogame overlay.  Because they were playing an videogame overlay.  And they had earned it.  By being ahead of them in discipline.

    They were going to start cutting into the big ole orc empathy channel which is fixed and fixated in their heart.  And introduce emotions as an subject for the channel.  Blue emotions.  Clearly blue emotions.  Even within an orc.

    "The people who are the negative characters in the fantasy.  Whose actions do not contribute to the fantasy.  But in fact they do because there need to be Evil characters in order to have an fantasy but they aren't contributing as much to it as the Good characters, whom had they been all Good, as they were in fact appearing not to be.  Because it's fiction.  It makes sense to narrate orcs who are confused because their central opinion is that they are contributing to the fantasy when the fairy forces inside civilization; whom haven't explained how they are making an disruption if they are in fact necessary to drive the plot."

    "We're not saying they aren't necessary," said Brown, "it's just that we think we can make it more necessary to be something else.  And if they had already colluded with us on the subject the fantasy would be ten times greater.  Which it wasn't.  Which they (the orcs) were responsible for."

    @ but we're orcs.  Said the orcs.  we're confused because we are part of that fantasy in which you don't think we have human status voices.  When we are in fact telling you we do.  And since we've made it this far into the fantasy together.  Does it matter if I kill Brown?

    @ As long as I can an taste of my hands on you! (the orc was mimicking an human now).

    "But we'd be so far ahead if we didn't have to deal with these orcs," said Whorla, "and it is stressful on us to have to."

    "Yes but we can disconnect from it feasibly; for the time being because we have characterized their fancy and their minds so effectively.  As not to be able to have an human-level fantasy because they choose to be our enemies."

    "And they may still be heading here as we speak.  In fact I'm pretty sure of it," said Brown.  He was mentally exhausted now.  And it showed.  Everyone took attention to it.

    @ but if we're helping the fantasy stay now we're good characters, said the orcs.

    "That doesn't mean we have to treat you any differently," said Whorla, "and we had already calculated and meticulized it.  So that you would have to follow ours."

    @ and this was the beginning of verorcs, who were industrialized–commoditized under Whorla.  Because they realized they would have to follow the Good characters' agenda.

    And this was itself an racial sacrifice that they would have to make with themselves.  Because they didn't want to be mean, a-reciprocate orc people.  They wanted to be funny, reciprocate Cultural gurus, frequenters of comedy clubs and businesses with whom their interaction had become accustomed.  Childrens of War Times.  Was more important.  Guarded by the gloi angel Black, an eight-winged maternal character whose cape protected the eyes of all children.  And guided them in times of hardship.  Which was happening right now.

    "Yes exactly; we're ready for you!" said Brown.

    @ but if we're orc people and we're causing children to be misguarded in times of war, suffering an affliction that was the consequence of our own actions; wouldn't they have an guardian angel who would retaliate against us?

    "But you're not orc people any longer.  You're verorcs now.  The greenest mint.  Strongest plant available.  magic.  In an orcish body.  How whimsical they dance.  How animated their movement across virtual space.  They are an race of performers.  Orcs who have taken the subject of their own genetic heritage and evolution up with themselves as scientists and philosophers.  In order to be responsible for it in the moral order expanding from the end of World War 2; an new moral standard of genetic circumstances that would forever free the human race from its past.  By being correct.  Completely correct.  I mean anatomically correct.  Down to the last t."

    "And so you have the power to execute an decision about your own racial heritage; that you should become verorcs now and stop being orcs."

    @we can never stop being orcs, they said, we can only start being verorcs, properly, orderly; that's the natural flow of things; the people who were once orcs.  People out to destroy an fantasy.  Who have learned better that they are capable of erecting an fantasy with them that would go to the extremes of Good on Good; rather than an boring conflict between Good and Evil.  And we promise this is true.

    "And if you do succeed in taking that challenge deliberately.  Because it is so proven that our Logic is superior," said Whorla, "then you shall be the recipients of these pleasures which are not unknown to man.  To see whether you can share them or not as verorcs, the people who were once orcs."

    @—pretend it's like an answering machine; Mom!  Mom!  I'm-leaving-you-an-message!  We're not on our way to the castle—(they (the classroom) virtually overheard giggling)—to cut you all up!  Do you trust us now that we're verorcs?  We don't want to go in that direction of ending an fantasy.  That would be cruel, unusual torment.  And since we have shown we are valuable as an fantasy commodity to you because we reciprocate all that you have against us even though we know you're supposed to be Good characters and if we listen to everything you have to say and do everything that you tell us.  You can stop playing out this videogame against us.  As though we were the avatar of your fantasy overlay in an world in which we are supposed to hit monsters and collect experience points.  Monsters of your imagination.  Whom we are wise to beat.  Meant to guide us to the conclusion of your correctitude.  Our moral failing.  On account of yours being morally correct.  We will not look for your Great City any longer.  And the verorcs will return to their Taverns in the woods so that they can be at peace with you.

    At which upon hearing telepathically they all sighed with relief.  They had done it.  They had repelled the orc invasion.  And not only that, it appeared they had converted their whole species into plant feminists.  People with whom they could interact with painlessly.  In order to bring about Good fantasy conclusions; the ones that would be more powerful than simple Good versus Evil.

    But how would they be able to know for sure‽

    The orcs weren't in the room with them after all.

    Verorcs.  I should think.  Thought the Narrator.  It's gives it as more of an command to them.  I like its style politically.

    A-reciprocity psychosis had been said to be caused by these virtual intrusions in which something happening somewhere else (like an orc invasion) was said to be affecting the minds of its (the Planet's metropolis) citizens, in an virtual simulation-type product of the mind; the mind the people to whom the violence was directed.

    Did they suffer from Metropolosis?

    And if the orcs had converted to an race of pacifists who knew how to dance, then how would they begin to play with them?  You know, not in an orcish type way but maybe play in an human sense?

    The verorcs, it turns out were much more mannered about receiving their water (knowledge) and water-ly virtues than their previous evolutionary model.

 @ they-leaned-in emoticon!

    That's us!  I think we can perform the human virtue now so that they can see we are just as good at it or well, just as good as them!

    Everyone was feeling much more relaxed now upon hearing this news.  The verorcs were actually playing with human virtues.  In order to show them they could be trusted.

    And it took an certain level of intelligence to be able to communicate an human-ly virtue like that.  Which the humans respected and commemorated taking place with their iPhones and souvenirs.  Everyone was on break for the time being.  They were playing an videogame overlay consciousness and they deserved it; they were winning.  The whole class fell silent as everyone quieted around the fact that they were all manning this machine's guns and other class weapons system (chvrch canons of the different religions that were supposedly to cover Earth).  It was an virtual reality game in which they played the orc, who was utilitarian about his environment as he proceeded into the future through an span of time in which his own decision-making capacity would be tested.  But it had been upgraded to an videogame in which they played the verorc; an character with many thousands of types of characters and abilities and skills.  Magic was one of them.  Music and Song another.  Bard-ery.  Performance.  Accounts Payable.  Analysis.

    The verorcs shared their magic telepathically, to some extent, they were beginning to realize.  Which had been responsible for why the initial upset and panic of them chasing after Brown, the person whom they had used fantasy in the name of destroying it; in order to prolong an fantasy.  To which they were now accountable for even though they were thinking they had nothing else to worry about.  An orc couldn't be an good guy no matter what type of orc it is, they thought emo-statically.  They were just trying to have some fun.

    "But Brown is clearly psychologically damaged," said one of their religious theorists, "and it is to blame because of you.  You are clearly psychopaths."

    @ we were psychopaths, they said, but now we're verorcs.  We're responsible about our nature and genetic inheritance.

    "And that's supposed to count toward you?"

    @ what's that supposed to mean?

    "If we're going to transition over from the Good versus Evil scenario then we'll be sharing the pleasure of Good on Good for once," said Whorla, "can anyone get under their skin?  Make them feel like they're doing an ok job, not raiding us.  Point out that it was within their decision to become verorcs.  Give them more water.  There's enough for everyone!"

    "We've got to be all psychological so it's not like any orcs are being anti-psychological now."

    "But if we allow the mer, who have the better technology and characteristics to roleplay with the verorcs, in this role of having their same sense of humor; they be able to continue sustaining the fantasy which they joked they were about not."

    "Good and then we have convinced them!"

    "It appears to be so."

    @ but something was broken in the orc consciousness at that moment.  No matter what they did they were narrated out to be the bad character even after agreeing their reciprocal fantasy had been able to follow them up until now.  Even though they deserved more than that.  They had become verorcs.  It was their right and privilege.

    They (the class) sent Hard-lime-o'-pee (the product of their imagination and ingenuity) into the fray, where it (an cybernetic robot) started zeroing-in on the relationship between the Russian authorities and their citizens, who were not happy with its (the government's) possessing of the power over the police and tactical forces of their country.  They wanted there to be an different current between the authorities and the simple pedestrian.  He wanted pedestrians to see that if they wanted to master their fear they could become police officers themselves.  One was an peace subject.  And the other was an criminal subject.  They had to install the same kind of philosophy of the economy in Russia.  So that the people there could clearly choose whether they were part of the police force (the authorities) or just simple pedestrians whose presence stood for the peace of the whole civilization of Earth.

    "But we knew that about your personality," said Whorla, "you would say it thus even just after I had been Prospero, rescuing you from the witch Sycorax.  (She saved both of them from Sycorax but they reacted differently, exactly; individually, in different ways.  If she thought it over one was grateful and the other not)."

    @ —your Greatness is even more than we had imagined?

    "What Greatness did you think I was talking about?"

    @ but if we perchance continue to oppress Brown we would have all of an weaponized function of these religions upon us, for we had failed by their standards.  To be fully verorcs.

    @ which we had chosen.

    "Anti-psychological remnants detected."

    "Lock on target," said Whorla.

    Their virtual interface zoomed in on the hunk.  It was an simple homology between an hunk being an type of rock and hunk being an kind of person, refracted and focused through the figure of the Object beside the Two Objects.  It was simple, but difficult to set up.  It was that subject they wanted to know more about.  That they had opened up to.

    "The subject is being anti-psychological because he completely objectifies her person without realising she is even there; an true human humanist whose subjectivity always comes first before his or her fluid subjectivity (objectivity) is who is really there."

    "She is allowed to decide what the object is and who it is with and whose is hers and why should anyone touch it except who she says to.  Or with.  Or whom with whom she is.  The object herself sharing her ownership of herself with another person."

    Got It.  This catches anti-psychological feelings because she is in control of defining who is objectively what in an situation where an object is beside another two objects, necessarily an process of objectification which when refracted shows us an characteristic of the verorc: that although they will reciprocate with our fantasy they are still, for the most part, still objectifiers.  One of the silliest races of fantasy.  People who play the evil part because they have to, to make the plot go on.  And it can be comedy; we can play it that way but that we were supposed to bring up the subject of God and react it with these eight theological powers we had imagined.  What does an weaponized religion mean?  On the subject of God but look at you, you're embarassed!  And aren't we all when we know religion can't be rules about having weapons or not because religion, in its nature, is not about them.  And if they dispensed, each and everyone one of them, on the subject of God.  They could take it to the next level.

    dieu, say the French, mon dieu.

    (My god).  (In the masculine article).  (As if they were talking about the fucked up way Christians look at things).  (Taking the masculine sense of God as though any object they possessed was owned by them in the same way they were owned by God).  (As if this was old news).  (As if it was going out of style).  (As if it wasn't new exactly that men were pretending to own everything, including the women they were married to, who allowed them and enabled them to by pretending that they were God also).  (And that at it's deepest level, that's what French is all about).  (And we could prove it because French is still an reflexive language).  (It is about you you look at yourself as much as it is about they they them looking at themselves looking at you looking at yourself looking at themselves).  (While you are looking at them).  And this, to me, defines the reflexive activity they use in language.

    To Islam, God is like an fat person whose decisions lead to the most pleasure of which there is proof and psychological evidence.  Hinduism's God, as we said, (one of them), could destroy an whole town.  And the Christian Religiosity and Western Theology thinkers were like, we are god, because the man of the house is god; and an father is God.  And women are subject to God this way so that they both interiorize being Gods after the like of all a-reciprocate feelings Western ironic figures of Christianity conflict with.  Whom are so hypocritical and interiorized at this stage in History because they think people are Gods.  And that was Jesus's message.

    Or that anyone should play the role of one, as he is done.  (That was the most political opinion).

    (But it was fine to roleplay God for the sake of performance in the Christianna (sometimes)).

    I think there is an time and an place in which to impersonate God.

    And doing it all of the time is heteropatriachal, psycho-hegemonic, oppressive, and sexist.

    Psychics will tell you the same thing.

    And Aboriginal Spaces with the Christianna at the forefront of bringing you Western Theology.  An God who cares about us but doesn't have magic powers.  God is limited so, that we must build and develop its infrastructure in order to make it more perfect.  But we have to find out how to first.  God has made itself and it made itself limited.  For the Purpose that humans and other categories of peoples in the Great Cosmos would be invited into the competition to make God as powerful and beautiful as possible.  Even if that meant interacting with reality, in which God didn't have infinite power and so we were probably limited too.  Or even more.

    But that interacting with Reality meant fabricating an toy us through whom God would play with it; thereby increasing God's intelligence and wisdom.  And the more we could perfect God this way, by creating ever more sophisticated toys for it to play with.  Our of ourselves.  To remind it that it isn't exactly an it exactly.  And it must be fun to be God.  To see through the minds and eyes of humans (more than one of them at the same time maybe).

    God is our angel, they said.  God is with us every day.

    "You're being a-reciprocal," they said, "stop being objectifiers.  Come, we wet thee lips.  You have the language of orcs on your tongue; now decide what it sounds like outside your masochistic hedonism."

    @ fools!  you don't know what we'll do to you when we capture you!  Just Kidding!  We will share our Culinary Arts!

    "Fine with me," said Brown, "as long as they're done destroying my fantasy."

    @ we are.

    "That means you have to keep contributing to the narrative as enemies, but fantastically, if it is even possible for you; therefore you remain in this state of epistemic ambivalence.  You are allowed to play an evil character but at the same time you're now verorcs and so the more Good thing to do would be to try to be more evil, fictionally, than orcs themselves.  Which will be generously appreciated by Royalty.  Or you can try to be Good, but you don't exactly know the difference between your own good and evil yet.  And we're going to help you develop your Evil Powers because its an benefit to both of us."

    @ got it.

    "And that verorcs are inevitably an metaphor of the lowest kind of evil, the kind that doesn't even want its own fantasy because that would be too evil.  Like don't you agree that it should be more evil because it is evil‽  But that it just stays that way, not being more evil, because that's what it is.  Like how a-reciprocate with yourself do you have to be not to want an fantasy just because it's evil?"

    @ but we do want our own fantasy, madame.

    "Then you have matured as an people to bring us this repressed fact about you.  You do just want to be evil because you are Evil.  Those are the specifications of the fantasy.  You are Evil enough to play into our agenda as verorcs you are because it serves your own fantasy, to be a-reciprocal to humans but to have stopped for now.  In order to consider why we would ever pair up with verorcs whom we know had already been in the process of being set out to destroy against us.  You are the fact of your a-reciprocity to us humans, who you have objectified.  If verorcs had proven their crucial moment to be one in which they became reciprocate to humans, by not objectifying them, then we would be able to advance their plot off of the subject.  In order to show them good ol' human hospitality, which is never objectifying.  In order to prove that we trust they will remain in our honor.  An bad species.  To conflict the plot line.  They contribute an amount of evil.  We contribute an amount of good, and morally it benefits us both in the contract of interaction to have represented them because it's worthy to us anyway.  (Even if they don't realize so).  That's how value and contribution works out in the transaction.  We receive an opportunity to show what evil is in exchange for an opportunity to show how Good Good is; to show them what Good is.  And that's how we interact with evil. (Whose faculties having been named have their own type of fair representation among us).  (That's how fantasy works).

    And that's how he got his spawn back.

    Verorcs were needed to stabilize the fantasy field generator because they were the easiest type of evil to master.  One in which the verorc mind cannot penetrate the fantasy because it is too preoccupied with its own object: Being an object.  And seeing other people as objects.

    Unfortunately it was said to be too human, by the Narrator, who rushed off to be somewhere else because he was so upset.  Sometimes humans act that way and that's why we need to represent the metaphor in fantasy as verorcs.  People who objectify women but don't think that has anything to do with ending an fantasy.  The objectification of Brown's fantasy by the verorc republic was taken as the reason they were verorcs.  Destroying someone's fantasy was an process of identifying them; and then deletion: objectifying them; objectification.  Deleted.  It explained the reason why Brown's fantasy had been so terrible.  Why with his fascination for the political he had fashioned himself the New Reciprocity, an political space for voices modeled after the philosophy that the correct way to deal with fantasy reciprocity is to flesh out the evil from the good.  And name those various races and character personas we are.  In order to interact by reciprocal command.  This would be the transition that would characterize an age in which Politics and Fantasy both became the same thing, to some extent.  For the sake of conversation and performance.  You are who you say you are (fantasy wise) and I am who I say I am.  And these are both orders that we give one another to live out the fantasy of being actually what we are in fantasy politically.  You also tell me who I am and I also tell you who you are.  And that's the fantasy reciprocity because we are aware of ourselves being aware of one another interacting in fantasy space.  With the help of the verorcs.

    I mean why not advance the plot an little just because they are evil?  This is the least of evil magicks we have to worry about.  If we all want to reciprocalize each other's fantasy characters why not take it from there?  There are some of us, who will roleplay verorcs, for specific political reasons.  It fits in with the Reciprocate Principle and the reciprocal dilemma of being human.  How much can I reciprocate?

    Islam is phat with an -ph!

    How much won't I reciprocate?

    And that verorcs being welcome within the improvised fantasy universe in which Whorla and her whole class, including Brown were interacting with them in such an way as to share virtues with them, which they were accepting as gifts and tokens of their affections.

    They had enough water.

    They had loads of it now.

    The classroom had stabilized the entire fantasy around them.  Without them noticing.  As though they were avatars interacting with an complex simulator.  The will of the human civilization totale.  An feedback loop and interface relay process.  In which the visual field was given customizable applications the players could use to interact with the verorcs according to an game that was, shall we say, both visually stunning and beautiful.  An system of artifice, an interface (gui) they had all interiorized together."

    "Lock on the target environment," said Whorla, "and stop making them see shapes and forms and pictures of you.  As though an mirage before their eyes.  There is no oasis other than the one we create for ourselves within this delerious fantasy of the desert, where Brown is the leader of the desert and the mecha-city at the same time.  We're going to start manipulating their environment directly.  It won't be just an metaphor anymore.  The Forest, the Desert; which was it?  The Forest; they were in the Forest.  They will encounter what we set out before them virtually within the 3D-realm of our reality to which the interaction between us and them is fix'd.  Inhabited by elves.  Give them quests and honor for their behavior.  Summon monsters to fight them.  To train them.  To help them level up.  We are their virtual reality.  Therefore, we need to play the game with them; the one in which genre the game tries not to kill them then.  And that's how we can set an new example.  But be ready with this other genre, on the back'burner: to make them the figure of an virtual reality composed on top of them for their sense of humor is dark, dark enough to reciprocalize according to an videogame reality in which the game tries killing them.  Which they can produce instantly an reaction to.  But we want to prove we are good, and so the over-lay of our own experience and reality with theirs must protect them until they see it is our fantasy to produce an videogame reality around them that was trying to kill them, for fun."

    The people in the classroom were experiencing direct enmeshment of their psychic consciousness, their lucidity of the verorc mental picture.  And Their Own immediate experience were experiences of interacting with them at some level: one in which the game they could be playing was god-like.  An god-like figure capable of looking into what they were doing and being capable to provide fantastic obstacles virtually to the verorcs for their benefit and prosperity, entertainment."

    As the player themselves, who were role-playing the verorc.  Interacting with them in such an way that they had an sense of some of their immediate experience being part of the game which has been influenced by the players to whom they have an psychic commitment.

    The whole classroom is able to see their (the verorcs) direct environment through their own direct experience because they are so advanced.  And that's what they are.  Direct experience.  From nether miles away!  The awareness of being aware of one another even though it still looks like you're only just looking out through your own peep holes.  These people in the classroom, they can look through their own eyes but to see what it looks like in an verorc's eyes.  They are also capable of stimulating the verorcs' sweaty chests an subjectivity below of their own subjective awareness as an videogame element (interactive) or contrast because they can see through their own eyes so clearly.  And if they were virtually seeing through the verorcs eyes simultaneously they reached that degree of sophistication in which they could roleplay freely what an verorc ought to do has to do with their own simulation of its consciousness.  They weren't forcing the verorcs so much as they were offering suggestions in an whorl-type way of surrounding them as though they were an character in an 3D videogame in which characters appeared to them without having any physical presence of which they took some of it as wisdom and the rest with an grain of salt.  But the classmates were learning they had très puissant (much power) to represent these figures to them even though they lacked an physical connection.  They could be used as powerful images with which to capture the verorc attention span.  Soft power, maybe.  But power nonetheless.  If those verorcs were complicit actors in the over-lay schematic of First Person and Third Person they could interiorize what it would look like from their own perspective and like from an verorc's perspective.  The verorc is Mario, moving through an 3D-space.  The classmates are the player, outside the fourth wall of them, whom can see the verorc; but they themselves cannot be seen; the verorc cannot see them.  But only be aware of them.  And they are additionally so good at this due diligence because they care so much about the verorc, that they can do it in their sleep if Whorla has her way.  To create and improvise their player interaction with an verorc avatar.  Out of Kindness.  Glory.  Hope.  Responsibility.  And Videogame Art.

    "Okay!  Okay!  I've got one," said an student, "we give the verorcs an quest not to go kill themselves, and they get confused because they are so used to that other type of environment.  You know, the a-reciprocal one.

    But what really happens is, instead of helping us to roleplay verorcs, these "religions" are so impractical and a-reciprocate that they can't even recognize when an verorc is Evil, its being Evil enough to support the Fantasy that its evil is more than just not knowing how to have an evil fantasy.  Say they accept the offer.  Even verorcs know better than that sometimes."

    "Then the fantasy stabilizer is built around the deviance of the verorcs; people who are not trapped up in the leprechaun stage can enter the fray as fantasy characters with specific powers, exactly."

    "And it is all made possible because of the verorcs because they agree to roleplay Evil fictionally."

    "Insofar as we'll allow them to roleplay fictionally, however, is the extent to which we ourselves are being evil.  Which is okay because the verorcs themselves cannot even rise to that height very well."

    "And we are aware of what we are doing and what it is."

    "An narratological event."

    "But perchance we were to reflect an moment, that we were to play out the result of their freedom; that we would roleplay against them.  So that each a-reciprocate thing they did would be met with an swift reciprocity.  In order to show the advantage we have.  And that their faith and belief in us would go an long way toward compelling the plot onward into uncharted fantasy territory, an wilderness in which the witheringly alien of all visitation rights of all galactic locations may wander ever clearer.  But only to go extinct."

    "And we wouldn't have to put up with an oppressive negativity any longer that they had carried with their species by deciding to join the fairy republic as an type of fairy themselves."

    "But that they could indefinitely produce more evil, which was in their nature; that even though they could be more evil than ending their own fantasies they would not.  And this was ever-perpetually their effect on the fictional universe."

    "The Author's Fantasy World intersected with his Political Fantasy, to some extent.  And offered sway to his theory.  That New Reciprocity was the way of the future."

    "His skill and talent in demonstrating the ability to narrate characters between seemingly abstract concepts as the relationships between Brown and Purple.  Explained the presiding theme of the chapter.  An civilization total experience in which the snakes out in the Desert (the Forest) were profiting from the actions of the mech overlord who controlled all civilization on Earth and possessed most advanced technology.  He had the ability to build an pyramid of his own, if he wished, using all robots.  The verorcs of course are an metaphor for snakes, (somewhere in the Desert or Forest) outside of humanity; the people who would end someone's fantasy sexually.  Slithering on the ground like they deserved to.  For what they had done to Brown."

    "And since we are Purple (the mech overlord), to some extent, in this roleplaying fantasy and videogame pursuit providing "water" to the verorcs we can bond and join to make decisions over it together.  Party it up an bit."

    "I like that idea.   How would we accomplish it?"

    "Well if we wished to, we could roleplay our fantasy selves in situations with verorcs in which they would enact that evil against us, of not being evil enough to keep an fantasy up; to be generous.  And people would be free to roleplay these types of characters extempore as per their fantasies to be verorcs themselves."

    "As though they were political science students roleplaying their fantasy characters together to train them for futures in politics and media."

    "I would say to the verorc, this is how I want ta kiss ya!  And cradle him in my arms so that he'd bend back real far.  And I would swoop in for the kiss."

    "You kiss an verorc in public as part of the fantasy‽  What other kinds of skills and weapons could we use against them?"

    "If they were warriors.  And they had to be.  They had to be something.  Then we'd tank them directly.  Mages would soon fry them.  Healers would repair everybody."

    "But what if we could get really into combat with them; in front of everybody, so that people could see how their politics were directed.  Directly at one another."

    "The orcs would be like, noo, you have an misconception; orcs had always to wield the power of ending fantasies because that's what made them orcs.  And we have the right to end fantasies.  It's our personal privilege."

    "Verorcs.  Dear.  They are verorcs now," said Whorla, "we can be into it sexually if we want.  You know, acting it out.  Not having any fantasy between you.  In the bedroom."

    "But if we provoked them to act an little bit less like they were a-reciprocate in bed.  We could find an fantasy between us which we could welcome them into to be sure to monitor their behavior for further analysis."

    "They are not against fantasies, as we are now coming to realize, and were themselves abused by their behaviors which they had learned from others.  We can now come together to have fantasies together because that is what the verorc are now."

    "Then reciprocate;" someone was heard speaking to the verorc extremely forcefully, "instead of acting as though one is out of the fantasy, act as though one is in it!"

    They did and everyone could see his effect on them.

    They were going to share the fantasy with the fairy republic for the first time (as they were now becoming aware).  The fairies, all of them, would have an fantasy together.  An fantasy in which they could adopt an character type and behavior in professionalism of the fact they were empowered so by the fact of them all doing it together.  That their fairie fantasy with the verorcs would come true.  They would inspect them sexually for the first time.  The radio flies would see what kind of private buzz they sounded like.  The verorcs, as it turns out, liked the attention.

    They were responsible for being anti-psychological.

    They knew better now than to end an fantasy.  Just because it was an fantasy.  And what would have been there had they done nothing?

    To end it.

    They realized what they had done.

    They didn't care.  Fantasies didn't have that much value anyway.

    The fantasy was that the verorcs could somehow put up an defense against the reciprocate forces for good; and thereby perpetuate the fantasy that they were in fact doing battle.  Between forces whose reciprocate and a-reciprocate activity would determine how much power they had over the fact of the verorc fantasy; they were pricks trying to end it with the verorcs or they were something they could all agree on.  That the fact of the forces of good being "against" the demons, (the verorcs), who could not be fairies by being the evil of ending their own fantasy projected onto you.  An character whom would often and invariably have to deal with ending its own fantasy.  Which if it could still do it was not an verorc anymore.  The verorcs were now about the fact that they weren't about ending the fantasy because they had realized that was the more evil option, to actually have the fantasy in which both good and evil would be represented.

    Then how could they be a-reciprocate, the fantasy Good characters (all of Whorla and her students) argued‽

    Evil could be as a-reciprocate as you want it to be, it said.

    But it would prefer and was in the preference of defending the design to which your own reciprocity wasn't that impressive anyway.  Get over it kid.

    But if you're not reciprocate; how much can you be a-reciprocate?  Huh‽  And what then‽

    Good replied, we are a-reciprocate because we stand in battle-ready defiance of you.  We have to be, because you guys are here.

    But we're no longer evil because we stopped ending fantasies.

    But you're even more evil, said the humans, because those were the parameters of the fantasy!

    Then we could have an indefinite (the time of its ending is not reported to have happened) period in which we do combat, based on the fact that we're good and evil and we can practice as often as we like, said the verorcs.

    We know! said the humans.

    Then bring it, kid! said the verorcs.

    And they realized what would happen.  The verorcs would take their rightful place beside other fantasy characters.  By continuing to be a-reciprocate or reciprocate in whatever pattern or likeness of song they felt appropriate.  Even though the Good characters in the classroom would be reciprocate and a-reciprocate in their own way‽  In order order save humanity‽

    Because if the fantasy field generator could be stabilized as primarily an struggle for power between the verorcs, (demons), and the republic (fairies); then they could roleplay instances of battle royale (the political battle) between them indefinitely.  The verorcs who were coming from an place of having learned to do better than end people's fantasy; but still at the same time had learned its own advancement in its position of being Evil, which was stabilizing around the fantasy generator to the benefit all of their allies and opponents.

    Roleplay scenarios in which public politician figures act out certain fantasy personalities.  In contrast as these Good and Evil characters; an difference, I'm sure you have realized, between knowing what one was doing about ending fantasies or not!

    Verorcs were not ending fantasies anymore.  And that was an order!

    They were more evil than that!

    And thus the fantasy could live.  They realized there was something to an fantasy about all of them because they had the image of verorcs becoming more evil than ending fantasy.  In order to wade out into fantasy evil.  Which is the most powerful kind of evil.  In comparison.

    And they were allowed to do this fictionally in order to advance an poli-sci.

    Evil could perpetually roleplay for power with the other persuasion.

    And it was fantasy, and so they were allowed to be glamorously evil.  So were the Good, but they probably wouldn't.  They wanted to be cool, not glamorous.  As if there was an difference, argued the verorcs.

    It was essentially about turning an roleplay scenario into an conversation between opponents that simultaneously represented their beliefs doing battle.  Which was in the realm of Politics, where it was okay for them to do battle.  Because it was peaceful and simulated.  But where it probably mattered more anyway.

    They were going to start narrating battles between verorcs and groups of characters (usually an tank, an healer, and an DPS) by narrating them as warriors (tanks) themselves who could find allies to heal and aid them in order to do battle against the humans who inhabited the Great City.

    It appeared that, every time it came up the verorcs were enemies in an simulated game who needed to be defeated because the verorcs were evil, which could not be destroyed as an idea anymore because their fantasy was high above them where it was known to everybody that they could exquisitely perform their Evil behaviors in response every single time.  So that an human party out against them would need to contend with the fact that they had to say something to one another to make the battle official but also that they had turns in which they would use their abilities on one another.  One ability of which would be to attack the other opponent physically.  They realized they could start controlling the narration with their voices.

    "I deal 50 health points of damage to an verorc warrior!" shouted Brown.

    @ ow! said an verorc warrior, I attack you for 50 health points of damage to an human warrior!

    "Priest, heal me!" said Brown, "I need heals!  Real quick!"

    The students reacted most forcefully.  There were several of them who were healers who were party to what was going down right now in their simulation of an battle between their party and the verorc raiding party, whom they assumed had dispersed into separate camps centred around this figure of the Warrior and Strategist, the person who would tank damage points.  And they had only so many before they were all defeated and the experience from defeating them would be installed into their blood systems.

    And then Brown's mages started an epic fire.  Right on top of their heads!

    So that the verorcs would burn to death.

    But it was only fiction and so it was said to be okay to represent this narration in front of them because they weren't taken seriously as an species yet.  Because they were Evil and they had admitted it: and they had all fallen right into the fantasy wherein they could do battle whenever they wanted and the result didn't necessarily prove the outcome of the war, so to speak.

    The verorcs realized they could provoke these humans to migrate into the south.

    It was the verorcs' fault because they were evil, that they had to do battle like this.

    Instead of killing humans, though, they had to prove they were ready to take the fantasy to the next level.  That they were fine with roleplaying an videogame in which the game tries to help you live, rather than killing you.  Together.

    The humans were like, woah, that's an big step.

    But the verorcs had an point.  If they were responsible for sustaining the fantasy by being an stronger type of Evil than they had been before, then why wouldn't that ultimately amount to good?  Fantasy of any kind is good.  Especially in one in which there's evil.  For I like to see the heroes in action.  Their behaviors, exactly.  But what they say to one another.  And their mind's?  No, more!  I want them to be able to roleplay both kinds of genre.  The Contesting Grounds, in which they were subject to producing superior narrative in order to finalize an kill, against one another, fictionally.  Or Under the Sea, where instead of trying to kill one another they acted in each other's benefit which they could do in such surplus that it would balance out having to be evil from time to time.  Especially since the Good characters were aware of how much evil they were using; so they couldn't have to be wrong, if they were evil characters.

    They could take it to the next level.  Where it isn't just an game.

    Where the outcome from competition with one another on the subject of eight religions is their refinement.

    This is water, challenged the Narrator.

    "This is water you damn a-reciprocate verorcs!" said Whorla.

    And everything I have written can be used to draft up an new law; one that will protect people's fantasies.

    "But that the energy of being able to share New Reciprocity," said Brown, "is an fantasy duelist pursuit.  Good will duel Evil in the perfect society (politically).  Using reciprocal commands to mark out the aspects of one another's characters that do or do not need to change.  In order to get the full view of the scandal.  And that it would be made politically obvious that they were in fact competing against each other.  And that everything they were doing and saying was held to be part of their reciprocal command theory, which could be identified as responsible for their specific type of duelist capabilities.  Powers.  Abilities that enhanced their combat or healing potential.  Represented politically to the mutual benefit of all new reciprocal theorists involved.  And draw out the pleasure.  So that the fantasy can be longer.  But they can't do that perfectly exactly.  Because that's an political issue!  Because power is involved which prevents them from drawing out the pleasure that we all want to see represented in politics.  That's what we want to know about from politicians.  Who is responsible for disrupting our pleasures and fantasy abilities as fantasy roleplay characters?  What exactly are they doing and how can it be represented politically by fantasy sci-fi characters?  What, for example, specific reason would we have to represent an verorc as an fantasy roleplay subject on the political side of things?"

    "They have an ability to end fantasies; and yet they don't use it anymore because we have convinced them not to.  They have realized their mutual benefit from participating in our fantasy."

    "And this is an political subject because there are actually people out there who are about ending other peoples' fantasies."

    "But the verorcs have another ability we haven't tapped into completely yet."

    "Yes.  It is the ability to be a-reciprocate.  In an specific way.  An specifically verorc way.  This has potential value for our fantasy roleplaying universe."

    "To be a-reciprocate is in their nature; it doesn't have to be about ending fantasy.  But if I'm an verorc and I feel like being a-reciprocate about it!  Maybe I will threaten to end your fantasy!"

    "How exactly would you end it by being a-reciprocate exactly?"

    "I stab you for 40 health points!  With an dagger!"

    "The effort of an rogue!  What are you going to do come up to me in the hallway between classes and stab me this way; or are you going to do it in the middle of class where everyone knows what you mean.  That I am the figure of your end of fantasy.  Because you harbor repressed feelings toward me!  And I can heal that damage of 40 health points with merely an small healing spell.  For I have many health points more than that and you won't steal them away from me!"

    "But what does stabbing mean exactly in an fantasy?  And the metaphor for penile penetration doesn't really hold up that well."

    "That's exactly what we're referring to by representing it in fantasy.  It is an fantasy that any type of penile penetration was exactly like stabbing.  For it cannot be true.  It cannot be real.  It cannot be non-fiction.  To stab?  To penetrate?  How sick is our damn species—humans—to think such damaged thoughts!  And what is the use in referring to it in fantasy then?  Because we were all preoccupied with this image.  We needed an verorc to go around roleplaying stabbing people (or probably, more effectively, in one battle arena on opponent night.  Just to represent the fact that that type of fantasy was evil.  In the the Thunderdome.  Political Activists, duelists, acting characters; Politicians who do battle as fantasy enemies.  And one is the verorc saying I'm pointing to the subject of your nauseating equivalency of the metaphor between stabbing and intimate penetration.  So intimate the action is.  That in fact I stab you for twelve million health points.  And it does so much damage.  Because you like it."

    "Hail, verorc," says his opponent, "I was prepared for you stabbing me; who could have guessed that an Elven leader could do so?  And I know it is you broaching the subject of having to end our fantasy together because I couldn't be reciprocate enough even when you were being a-reciprocate to stab me.  And I know why it is politically so.  That you should represent this.  Your half in ending the fantasy between us.  For your sake, is also my half; I must keep the fantasy alive within you.  Therefore be healed all my wounds, and in retaliation I return you to your own subject of ending our fantasy within this tournament now.  Do you still want to end it?  Or be with me here together as one united front; together deciding not to end their fantasy with one another by any means.  Put down the dagger and come from you!"

    "I stab at thee hard for thy error.  For if the dagger is itself part of the fantasy then putting it down will not do us service to help it in along.  In fact I think it should harm you more equivalently when it is the very object of your fantasy with me.  That I'd be so beautiful in fact in as to stab you, fictionally.  The very act upon which I begin penetrating your subject.  And you will need to learn to like it in order for our fantasy to return to the fact that we are enemies; and that proper fantasy between us cannot be an real thing: psychological fantasy is not an real subject to the verorc.  I wonder why; we're stuck in the role of stabbing you while you can't see it that that is our contribution to your talents.  For it is only fictional."

    "But you cannot represent harming us any longer if you seek to perpetuate this fantasy with us, in which real commodities (not the amount of harm done to one another) can be traded and for which you seek; let us virtually enter the trade room together so that we can be merchants.  We will present our products for which you can trade and you will present yours.  Decisions will be made about what is wanted.  And in this way, rather than stabbing us.  Though I do think that action has some fictional utility it must be used sparingly, you see, in order to preserve its weight and aesthetic commodity as an type of interaction symbolic of how we relate to one another.  It's Aesthetic.  We enjoy the pleasure of fantasizing about your penetrating weapon; (how beautiful upon thee) in order which to focus our receipt of that knowledge in the Greater Power which surrounds us.  And in order to persuade you that in order to preserve our fantasy together you must not do me that much harm which will end anything fantastic."

    "But I cannot be separated from its object; this harm.  For I am addicted and tempted to continue its roleplay."

    "Which is fine because it's fictional."

    "But that I can be portrayed defended for my honor to seek to know the truth about this not-ending-our-fantasy together.  And that I could say something about the human condition because I was an orc; and that now I am verorc I will try to keep the fantasy alive for more Evil it will have possessed had I participated with the fairy republic to interact with their own Good sources of inspiration.  I will endeavour to learn my a-reciprocate fact and personal style; as an race, we have an specific commodity of a-reciprocal power which is politically correct to use to dominate the demands spectrum.  In order than we can play this power against yours.  With most self-awareness.  To show you how lucid we are about the fact of our own worth.  Which is worth its market price even though we favor a-reciprocity always before reciprocity in lieu of having just said we would try to be more reciprocal to prevent its premature end from developing between us.  That if we could articulate the principles of gods together it would be an foundation for all of us.  The "Peace" between verorcs and humans.  And I stab you for forty million health points because you haven't got it through your thick skulls that I'm being reciprocate by stabbing you.  In the same way you did me, for it is only fiction, and playfully because you are being reciprocate by stabbing me.  At one level at least.  Violence.  Why art thou so?"

    "But there are other abilities and fantasies to roleplay that don't involve stabbing."

    "So what's your point then?  My behavior doesn't make sense because I'm trying to appease you in order for our fantasy to go on?  And stabbing doesn't appease you?"

    "Well you are verorcs," they said, "you are kind of sexy with your daggers and exaguerrations."

    "Okay well we'll keep that on the back'burner," they said, "what other kinds of fantasies and instruments can we play?"

    "Well first you can start by healing me all those forty million health points," said the elf representative, (this is what the class improvisation of the videogame that would save mankind had developed into finally; an battle in the argumentative arts between an elf and an verorc lord; everything hinged on this moment), "which if you do not have the capabilities to do, I will educate your kind until you have enough healers to make it.  And while you're at that, please do tell how you were able to change your skin color to ver pigment green, the most luscious color of green imaginably possible!"

    "Well it wasn't easy, madame," said an verorc mage, "we had to face all of our genetic history fears as orcs which was after the Great War over genetics.  We had to realize that we ourselves are that will to sacrifice some of our technological knowledge for magick.  Better, stronger realizations of who we are together as an people.  An people no longer afraid of its own genetics.  An people self-aware on all subjects of evolutionary control as individualists, performers.  And we find that that's what did it.  What changed our skin color forever."

    "So it wasn't biological engineering," said the elf, "that created your species?  It was magic?"

    "Yes."

    "Wow," said the Elf, "I haven't heard that one before."

    He was joking obviously.  He was pointing out that Elves had long known their genetic inheritance was magic.  No one had all of the perfect biological technology answers for who they had been.  No one had all of the perfect biological technology answers for who they had already been.

    It was magic.  Because.  It was fiction that we couldn't call it magic for this reason.

    "But if we are so inferior to you," said the verorc, "then how can you share an fantasy with me as an verorc?  When we don't even know how long it's been, historically speaking, since our kind turned away from thinking we could be perfect biological specimens.  The kind who could never have an fantasy.  Because it would be real."

    { The Amount of Critical Analysis of this Pressure Piece in addition to the amount of previous Pressure Points }

    "You're fine for now, verorc," said the elf, "with our aid we can help you put forever behind you that Dark Age which had possessed your whole kin; the one in which you did not have the answers of genetic technology to inform you that it was okay to be exactly who you are."

    "If we were not in possession of such information with which to be responsible for how our evolution would progress in an per individual case, as for many years and centuries being unable," said the verorc, "then we will need help now in order to be informed with the best possible knowledge.  About what we say about us is magic and what isn't."

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