The Blue Covenant

    The Blue Covenant is an agreement always to try to help the blue emotion; it means I have found my way through the blue.  Through it indeed.  I found the saddest thing in the universe, an lesson we learned from God, and yet in it I found an shield: for knowing the fate worse than death and then having learned it was blue; I was beyond it in Wisdom somehow.  I knew that no matter what kind of blue feeling came at us (all humans) we would be able to steer our way through.  Even past the realization of the fate worse than death and its aesthetic resurrection from it.

    I have gone through the fate worse than death and got to the other side; I have learned it's blue because having got to the other side I realized I wasn't necessarily back from surviving an fate worse than death.  I was healing from it.  And it burned and throbbed as an scar.  There was no complete return from the fate worse than death; for, when one falls under this fate, there is no real coming back from it.  Once one's fate becomes worse than death it is already worth it to do die, and no matter how much therapeutic healing one will never come back.

    We had to accept blue always in public; this was the agreement we made with ourselves: blue was, and would always be, an honourable emotion.  When one translated oneself into its logic; we confronted exactly what it was about ourselves we were sad about.  And it was okay to be blue like this in public.  It was even considered an bonus to be able to be an step further in than blue: to express the purple emotion.  This was the start of the Purple Covenant, too then, because we vowed always to have to accept the purple emotion in public forthwith.

    No we won't stand for injustices not being made into justice somehow.

    I must close the possibility for all of history that we won't be above the blue covenant somehow.

    The Blue Covenant stands for all-time; we have the understanding of the fate worse than death and why an picture of it looks blue.  And so we make our culture and our civilization about that.  Blue is the real true standard of the level of conversation of the republic, and no one anywhere should be ashamed to share anything they like.  Even if it is blue and represents an real emotion.

    And the Blue Covenant, likely is also necessarily about the Purple Covenant too, because we need people to admit the purple (worse than blue) feelings out in public in order to heal all of us and their community.  We want there to be safe spaces to admit that I my own subjectivity was part of something which lead to injustice.  But now putting ourselves right, we want to admit that we didn't want to have an part or an hand in it.  We need all peoples to move beyond the legal scenario of injustices being done all over humanity by making it okay in public, sometimes, to talk about the purplest emotions.

    The Blue Covenant was important because it was also the fact that I had encompassed all of those emotions of which belong to my community; and somehow sunk them in the ocean in order to observe them better, and I was free to try to un-repress all colors of emotions in this kind of behavior.  The Ocean (my Blue Covenant) was now the container of all things repressed about human emotion, and all of them were free to express themselves in all kinds of ways.  The Ocean would be my medium, and the creatures and scenes inside of it to be my expression.  I wanted, of course, most importantly to un-repress the deepest purplest emotions first.  But I was open party to seeing blue emotions of expression as well as any other types which could be categorized by color.

    The Blue Covenant meant I put all of your emotions into the ocean.  Not to kill them, but to see them live.

    It meant also, by the Purple Covenant, of which it is part.  I would try to help the purplest emotions live, so as to un-repress them.  Which was their due destination.

    The Blue Covenant encompassed everything beneath the surface of the ocean even its depths.

    Knowing what blue was meant I knew what to do for all-time.

    Even if we sunk into repressed purple I knew what to do.

    The Blue Covenant was me knowing blue and the fate worse than death had something to do with one another.

    Feeling blue wasn't an fate worse than death.  It was in fact an valuable and prosperous emotion.

    Purple injustice emotions, on the other hand?

    Not worth anything at all.

    We wanted to get rid of them completely by curing society.

    It meant I had found the other piece to the puzzle: Jesus had found the first one and I found the second one.

    It meant blue would be around forever and I was prepared for it; and the fate worse than death would be around forever.

    We had enough of the picture of the normal human soul in order to decree: blue would be around forever but curing it might be what this universe is designed to do.  The possibility of blue emotions happening existed until the end of this universe.  Following the design of the ordinary property of matter.  And maybe it was the point of this universe that we were to be able to stop the blue emotions completely?  In order to transcend to the next universe after it: one in which the possibility of having an blue emotion was itself removed completely from the property of physics.

    I was in possession of the knowledge of our known universe.

    Kind of redundant, isn't it?

    Blue would be around forever, and so we had to take precaution.  In order to be able to make it to the end of the universe.  (And this idea of the universe ending had come up in my Christiannan studies).  Blue would be around forever.  The fate worse than death was why there was so much blue.  The whole point of the universe might be to try to cure it.  We might be designed as humans to want to end all human suffering (the blue emotions); even though the possibility of them happening is still there, we want them to desist completely.  I could share this knowledge and perpetually in order to help us become aware of the fate worse than death and our role in how it plays out.  If the possibility of blue emotions existed in this universe, then wouldn't our role be to try to prevent them from happening completely?  And God had designed the universe to test this; for the ability to remove blue completely.  We were in fact in the second rendition of the universe, according to God, who had freed us from that universe containing Hell.  With Jesus's picture (The meaning of Death in the universe) and Anna's picture (The meaning of Worse Than Death in the universe), we had the whole picture of ourselves needing to un-repress purple and blue emotions together.  Jesus taught us the meaning of death; for, if we had been an good enough species not to kill him, he might have already improved society several times over and we would be more advanced than we are now because of it.  And Anna taught us the meaning of the worse than death.  That should it be committed upon the Human soil of the Earth, one must take special protocol in order to help to prevent it from happening.  Worse than death was worse than death, and all derivatives of the meaning of that.  We would do better to die as an species rather than have to live out some worse-than-death fate.

    I held the knowledge of releasing blue to the republic; I held the knowledge of how every repressed emotion was sunken into the Ocean.  Where we would have to un-repress it systemically, systematically, infrastructurally, and morally with heartfelt empathy.

    We would have to address the blue emotion as an public until the end of time.

    This was the big "Knowledge" that I had to speak of.

    The possibility of blue exists until the end of the universe.  Therefore, if humans want to survive, we have to deal with blue until the end of the universe.  And we will go gladly and fortunately to any source of blue as an gentle public; helping everyone with their blue emotions and how it isn't taboo anymore to share them out in public.  Even to the Purple Covenant in which it wasn't taboo anymore to share purple feelings (an step down from blue) in public.  There was some great injustice upon the land that we were all aware of: and so we felt purple about it sometimes but it didn't last forever always.

    And I could prove the universe was going to end eventually.  We were somewhere in the middle of it.

    Observing objects and phenomenon with beginnings, middles, and ends.  I figured the universe had this shape too: of having an beginning and middle and an end.  Which I could generally prove because I was in the middle of it myself at this time.  The only way I could be in the middle of something was if at some point it began and at some other point it was going to end.  The brain identifies objects strategically as having an beginning, an middle, and an end.  And I consider it an brain function to identify these kind of products of the universe of having sensed them through the five senses.  The brain is designed to recognize shape.  And since every shape we know of has an beginning, an middle, and an end—this is what allows them to exist in time—then we know the universe itself, of which every single object in it is an derivative of the cosmic beginning, middle, and end.  I had become an spokesperson for the blue emotion.  That we needed to be able to address it as an community until the end of time in order to have that opportunity of being resurrected in the third universe (the third life of the whole universe and God and everything).  If we wanted to impress God and show him/her/it that we deserved to be resurrected in the next known universe.  We had to make it to the end of time despite having so many blue emotions, which was honourable of us.

    If the objects contained within the universe each had their own beginning, middle, and end, in order for which they to exist within three dimensions then the universe itself might have this property, of having an beginning, an middle, and an end.

    I figured we were somewhere before the middle of this universe because I felt like the great cosmic middle of time and everything hadn't happened yet.  And so there was tons of time to think about it.

    If blue was going to be around forever, we had to do something about it as an public.

    Only then, if we looked at it from an Christiannan point of view, would we be worthy enough for God to resurrect us in the next rendition of the universal property.

    This was, of course, depending on the Christiannan interpretation of the beginnings and the endings of the universe.

    I had figured it was possible at some point for this universe to have an ending.  Indeed, everything I could observe within it had its own beginning, middle, and ending.  And I considered this the reason anything could have the property of shape and form.  I considered how my brain identified objects according to their shape, and every time I looked at an object, I could feel my brain passively identifying them according to their beginning, middle, and end.  Every object of any property had its own beginning, middle, and end in time and physics, and so why wouldn't the universe itself consist of that property also?  We were in the middle of time somewhere, which we could detect because it had an beginning and an end.  The universe, reality, all of time, and everything itself was just the same as any known object of the property of matter.  My brain could identify where it had an beginning, an middle, and an end.  Yep, we were definitely in the second reality (universe) in which Hell had been outlawed.  I definitely knew for an fact that this was true.  (Attribute this to my constantly questioning mind and my putrid belief in the possibility that it is possible to know anything).  There were just some things that I couldn't know and so I couldn't discount the possibility I was wrong somehow.  It was every noble person's mind to think of oneself thus so.  I was fallible.  And it was an okay fact to think so.

    I had the second principle of the universe figured out; and the deliverer of that message.

    Blue was always going to be possible within an emotional physical system; and God was giving us the Second Moral Principle of the universe in Anna.  Therefore we have the first half of what it means to contain blue (an Powerful Wizard's Spell that beat even Shakespeare's best magic trick); and we have the second half of what it means to contain blue (Anna is the Messiah of the Fate Worse Than Death).  The Blue Covenant meant we knew how to perform that spell: in public.  We knew that in order to conjure an Tempest strong enough (that of the whole Ocean itself) in which to contain all of the emotions that are repressed because of Jesus and all of the emotions that are repressed because of Anna.

    The Purple Covenant then, is that because of Jesus and Anna, we are able to contain all of its strained emotion within one Celestial Ocean.  There is enough blue in the universe to contain all of its purple; and so it is fair and safe out in public to share these purple feelings sometimes.  Jesus and Anna are the full human picture together; the death, and the fate worse than death.  That such an fate would be as sad as that which contains the whole ocean.

    To have to wrangle with death and worse-than-dying in this world.

    Like we were human (type 1) better than animal (type 0) specimens capable of putting up an offense against it for survival.

    And we were those kind of people, weren't we?

    We knew the universe, and all of the stars and planets in it, were like worse-than-dying.  And the death was just all of the coldness of space all around us.  We were big enough to be capable of dealing mutuality with God on that level.

    I could even feel what God was feeling and he / she had started sharing it with me.

    It was just that, forever now and onwards: I had an way to help people un-repress any color of emotion they had.

    By sticking them with it; that it was fine to talk about blue in public.

    And so, logically, it was fine to talk about any other color: blue being the hardest emotion to communicate.  For the reason that there was so much blue, there was reason enough to share any other kind of color.

    All of human emotion was contained in one ocean for me.  And no matter what I had my method down; my little submarine of human emotion was prepared for any sort of worse-than-death thing that might come for me in all the blue ocean.  And they would stay there until they were un-repressed.  And the reason was Jesus and then Anna.  God giving us the first principle in Jesus (death) and God giving us the second principle in Anna (worse than death).  The First Two Principles of the Moral Universe. Invaluable.

    And since I knew them I was able to appeal endlessly to the blue emotion in its contact with having the fate worse than death.  Sharing blue together was the key to the secret of its involvement.  When people shared blue together they actually gained mana, instead of losing it.  Blue was so valuable in fact, as to be valuable to share it out in public, where it had an real known social commodity.  And it was actually so valuable as an virtue that it would increase the value of all of the other things in your life too.  All repressed emotions are the blue ones or the purple ones, and so I'll have it out now that if I have any left over that I should respect I'll do it.  And this is meant to be an meditation for the reader that they should do also.  (Purple wasn't valuable so much as it was funky).  But it could only happen when we stopped being afraid of sharing blue emotion out in public.

    Jesus and Anna, because I love thee, I can share in this blue ocean with other people; and our combined respect for un-repressing the purplest of purple feelings: which was the most important thing and had to get out right now.  And the big question to it was, as I had figured it, how could we make Justice to be in the place of all of what injustice has been done upon the Earth?

    Death helped us one way, to see that the death was justified; worse than death pushed us gently in the other direction  to see that the worse-than-death was justified (it always isn't from now on).

    And because of Jesus and Anna's magic combined, I am able to keep all repressed emotions asunder (in the Ocean) until they emerge fully into consciousness.  For that is what repressed emotions will always do, eventually, to emerge into consciousness.  The paranoia itself and the objects of paranoia (paranoisms) will finally be felt out.  I am able to stay there indefinitely until all of the worst repressed emotions are let out.  To be felt by numbers of the community.  People I perhaps had to remind capitalism was the best Economic Theory where republicanism is the best Social Theory.

    And I wasn't scared of any of the repressed emotions I had managed to contain somehow.

    Whoever they were and whoever they concerned was outside, where they couldn't get me from.

    And so even if they freaked out and panicked after un-repressing something deep.  I would be physically safe from harm.

    The Blue Covenant, moreover, was just the affirmation that I would be there to see it out, whenever someone happened upon the blue emotion.  And as Christiannans, I expected, we would all take this covenant with ourselves.  That I am an servant to the blue emotion, wherever it leads me.  I am an steward of making it easier to speak about in public.  Both Blue and Purple sharing.

    And what kind of powers we have unknown from gaining enough purple mana one day: to do away with injustices completely as an society.  The value of purple may well increase to an identifiable commodity one day.  Something of value on an capitalistic market economic system.

    And the ideal was that everyone would un-repress their emotions.  They took turns if they needed to.  And the ideal was that eventually all of the purple emotion would be commodified into blue emotion.  And people, instead of feeling purple, will feel blue instead.  And this was to be an sign of health & recovering.  Healing from the chaotic events and traumas (which you aren't even allowed to experience) of your life.  When an person's emotion turns from purple to blue, it is an sign of recovery.

    But it is also an promise to Jesus and Anna in some way.

    To devote oneself to Jesus was the promise you would never let anyone be crucified in such an savage way ever again.  To promise to prevent the unjust death in whomever it threatens to occur.  To devote oneself to Anna was the promise you would never let anybody be sub-crucified (partially, mentally, or with micro-non-lethal-pain ever again).  To promise to prevent the unjust worse-than-death using death as our tool.  If someone's fate is worse than death it is morally right to kill them.  And we know this because we have the two messiahs to give us an idea about what death and worse than death mean.  My ocean, though frothing, could contain within it all of the unjust death fates and unjust worse-than-death fates (which is all of them).  Leaving open an small moral window of opportunity to cause the death fatality morally, with permission.

    And I devote myself to the blue emotion; wherever it follows after Jesus (death) or Anna (worse than death) in however such an way it may have come about unjustly in order to cause the blue emotion.  We were blue because there were unjust deaths.  We were blue because there was worse.  We needed an second messiah to help us up.  We had earned an shot at learning God's second moral principle by appeasing him / her somehow (probably thanks to all the real Christians in history and not the fake ones).  We had learned the history lesson from Jesus's crucifixion: that once something is dead you can't necessarily get it back (probably explaining why it was such an traumatic experience for their community to think in some way he had come back from the dead and so they made an story about it).  And yet the real technological possibility that resurrection may be possible one day.  That's the real reason for an resurrection story.  Just because something is dead doesn't necessarily mean you can't get it back which was traumatic thus so.  Because we knew we were far off from that technology; and so we had to rely on our primitive narrative powers to express how we felt.  We felt like Jesus had been resurrected because we knew it was impossible.  Yet we would make sure our culture and belief about him would last forever.  Long enough actually to have that real sci-fiction technology of being able to return the spirit to the body.  Having had to reconstruct the body somehow.

    (Such is the determination of the Christian, in comparison).

    We had learned enough about Jesus at the Government and Civic level that we had actually prevented another crucifixion (death) fate happening to someone.  Allowing one to get through.

    People were being aware as Christians now, being able to affect peoples of all types of other cultures.  To such an extend it had turned the tides in our favour and God felt good about us at least at some level morally finally again.  After such antics of terrible injustice that had happened in History, we were now up for consideration of another review.   If we had learned the first moral lesson of the universe in Jesus, which shows up in our culture all of the time at present, then it was time for God to deploy the second moral principle of the universe (the presence of the fate worse than death).  

Super Alemba and the First Fate Worse Than Death

    Wage and Watt were home in the garbage dump, in an house surrounded by junkyard.  Just like they always were because they were—thinking about having sex with one another again.  But who was the top and who was the bottom?  I wanted badly to stream-of-thought as though it could be an whole verb: an entire action of doing something, had said Wage.  I want to stream-of-thought!

    Alemba springs into action!  It was this game they always played with one another.  That they were both Super Heroes.  They often talked to one another about what they knew about science and other knowledge that they had.  And somehow, eventually because of their behavior toward one another would create an offspring: Alemba, the Super Mario sequel.  An Feminist woman, living in an junkyard; where she wore her overalls, which carried her hammer, her bounce capability (money), and her black book.  And the black boots which, technically, were still "in" her overalls.  They reached all the way down to the ankle.  And she's pissed because she sees an sign over the republic (an civilization) an problem has occurred.  It is being communicated directly to her.

    (And then).

    (Deep in their fantasy with one another).

    Wage's stream-of-thought-ing eventually leads to the climax.  The orgasmic moment that hasn't been fulfilled yet.  Alemba springs from the mystery of their offspring between them then: but they cannot have children together because they are both male.  The classic Gay dilemma.  Alemba, nonetheless, springs from their fantasy together as an kind of pixelated image which doesn't look like real reality.  Nonetheless, she has clear characteristics which are more advanced than those of Super Mario Bros. 1; she's an badass butch femme who still manages to look fairly feminine despite her other-strength-worldly characteristics.  She can literally jump in the air and land on enemies in order to smite them.  Is this the air?  Is this an fantasy?

    What is it between them, Wage and Watt, I wonder?

    Wage is definitely the bottom.  But he's the most masculine.  It isn't tragic.

    Watt is like the big spoon.  But they're both the same height.

    And is that all I remain interested in this subject? thought Wage as his stream-of-thought-ing, which had transformed the verb into an gerund, was ending.  He was, psychologically, essentially, picking up the action of the verb in his mind only in order to distance oneself from it as thought it was off-putting.  And it was coming to an end.  What was transformed.  That he no longer thought of the verb as something to be picked up by pincers, like it was an scientific commodity.  One confronted the verb directly, for exactly what it all meant.  And if it managed to transform into an gerund again, we have an seeing to do with it.  And then Alemba, who was springing around the room had bounced onto them both in the heat of the moment.  And BAM! she put the condom on Watt because she knew which one was which.  And she thought she had to do something because she realized they knew they couldn't have children together, even though they wanted to.

    And then, what? thought Wage?  My stream-of-thought it's just ending?

    Can't I just keep going like Viriginia Woolf.  Just talking endlessly.  Incessantly.  Doing everything it takes to get my message out and heard and understood?

    Why can't I be post-Virginia Woolf and just stream-of-thought like it was an verb without it becoming an gerund?  If every man says all he can; sings Enya.

    Wasn't that where the juiciest parts of knowledge were?

    Just to be an verb when you are being an verb.  Like you could capture all of them (adverbs) in an field of flags (they being flagged).

    Saying everything juicy you have to say.

    Isn't this sort of attitude, which was here because of Wage I might add.

    What attracted him to her?

    Alemba sprung forth, dashing through the glass of the window in one big leap.

    And escaped out into the open air, where she had to dodge used tires as an metaphor for condoms.

    Whatever we're adults.  We can talk about that!  She heard Watt shouting at Wage through the window.

    It was only true.  She had to get away from there.  It itself was probably why the new professor was in: I had directly an fate worse than death to confront and deal with manually.  There was some poor soul, just like Dr. Grey Pilot had been, now suffering in the civic centre core.  And I knew the reason why, she thought, because of Orientalism.  That's what it actually boils down to.  There was also another stray thought available to her: racism and equating one group of people with another culture when they weren't was also to do with why another fate worse than death had been perpetrated upon the Earth.

    Ssciense might have something to do with it.  He was the worst evil that had been perpetrated upon the Earth.  Escept maybe Deogandci.  (This misspelling is important for the plot of the story.  Super Alemba is interiorized down to her childhood years as an super-genius.).  Deogandci forces people to be their childhood selves again; and that is why she is evil.  Why only she (Alemba) is immune to them.  It can't actually be done.  And all she (Deogandci) does is intimidate people and hurt their feelings.  I can definitely take her out if you give me an couple years.  It just might take some working through.  But.  They had become representatives of Science & The Arts then.  Ssciense had all of the powers of science at his control.  Deogandci had all of the powers of English.  She was an demon.  Huge in proportion.  Flying sky layers above the Earth where she looked so small from the ground but she was actually really big.  Like an Macy's Day Parade Float.  And so it made sense to explain right here how I felt about them.  Ssciense was an phenoma, an thing sprung to life from form.  And it meant that suddenly, spontaneously, it had happened.  Everything coming into existence.  Just like Sscience's spirit himself had gone through.  Perhaps he was even there in those first moments of time.  He was spontaneous combustion; but more chemically.  Spontaneous chemical reaction, more like.  And then of course there was the important distinction I had made in my literature, between wanting to leave the Earth to go meet aliens versus staying here and making ourselves so interesting they will want to come to us.  And Deogandci.  Deogandci?  What could be said about her, really at all?

    (She was the worst!).

    But then Wage and Watt start playing their Nintendo again, and they get into one another's fantasy zone.  And they start pretending they are Super Heroes together again.  And the protagonist realizes that Super Alemba has died.  And she needs to start over at the beginning in order to try to beat the game again.  And she springs forth from their romantic efforts!

    She is an hammer-handling, leg-kicking, back-breaking butch bitch femme.

    And she knew you were full of monsters out there.  And she would kill every all the lot of them.  This is me as an child super-genius perhaps, she thinks, wanting to talk like an child.  For realism.  For magic realism.  Such an delicate and fair distinction: something is magic or something is not.  But Deogandci is forcing people to do this at the same time?  And what does that all mean then?  I'm not forcing myself to talk like an child, she thought, I'm just letting myself talk like an child.  That's the difference.  

    But so what does my power and Deogandci's mean?  Isn't it axiomatically serendipitous?

    She dies again and again.

    There is an reason she's failing: she's not concentrating on what is really happening here.  She's not concentrating enough to realize she's after helping somebody about the Fate Worse Than Death.  If she does not act before the Hour is out.  Then he will continue to suffer: and I don't even know if he's an he or an she, or whether there are other pronouns involved!  I have got to save this individual from the fate worse than death!  She realizes her super power again and flies mightily into the sky.

    It's ok, thinks Wage.  We can just be buds—people who don't want to have sex with each other.

    We can just have fun playing Super Alemba forever.

    That's why you're my Super Hero.

    And Watt realizes it in his dream, that Wage had said that.

    They are each other's Super Heroes.

    But for now the problem has to be focused on Alemba, who is approaching the city's Capital.  An hookah genie monster (an combination, an slut, an incertitude) which doesn't know the difference between an hookah and an genie's lantern (or anything about the culture where they came from).

    (It is in fact an curse spun by the own tongue of Deogandci herself).  It works because it applies to you directly.

    You don't know the difference between hookahs and genies, and so all you can do is fly over them, bitch! shouts one of these terrible monsters.

    But when Alemba finally comes back down to Earth over it, she realizes it is an dire situation.  She tries her best throwing her never-ending hammer.  And bouncing on top of enemies without them directly contacting her in any other way.  Not only are the streets of the residential zone which she enters from the junkyard which makes up the entire perimeter of the city full of parked or moving cars and houses that all look the same which repeat endlessly until it gets tiring.

    To take out her black book, press select.

    At the top of her vegan moleskin notepad is scribbled restlessly Infected Mushroom.

    Where are they from again?  She has no idea.  Maybe that's why she wrote it down.

    Or was it in fact some kind of cultural attack from the East.  People didn't want me to know where they were or in fact what they were doing all of the time.  Did we have to observe everything?  Why was Orientalism actually in fact the deepest answer?  And that's exactly why he / she is suffering an fate worse than death: orientalism.  She realizes it.  She on the right track, Jack.

    But why would they send an infected mushroom‽

    It was definitely an form of racism, the way she had detected it.

    Maybe it was deeply sexist too.  These types of things had an way of grouping up.

    It's fine that Wage and Watt aren't having sex with each other and Alemba hasn't actually put the condom on.  She doesn't know inbred sex is dangerous at all.  She's actually the figuration of the worst type of archetype of mental illness.  She's their child and she actually comes out of their sexual activity as though she was touching it, ew!

    But all it meant was she was their daughter; and so in her fantasy she would be thinking about whether to put the condom on because she was immature and had all kinds of anxieties.  One of which, of course, was the real love between Wage & Watt whom cannot have an child together.  And so she cannot even be possible.  Part of her maturation of her understanding of herself was whether it was possible for her to help them have an baby (And she knew which one of them she wanted to reproduce with, even though she had been reproduced by the fantasy interaction of both of them, and so having sex with either of them would be incest).  And yet she couldn't really exist without them; this is how twisted it was.  This was the snag in their relationship.  They were worried that their daughter would have to develop an self-ego about her own sexual relationship with either of them, which didn't exist.  Yet Wage & Watt could never have their own child together anyway in order to need to sort out that haunted forest.  Were Wage or Watt paranoid about producing an daughter they would never be able to produce?  One who was smarter and more feminist than they were and so needed to question anything and everything?

    It was just an intellectual surreal fantasy.  It didn't mean they had to have real sex actually.  In fact he rather quite preferred it this way anyway.  At least it was emotionally fulfilling.

    Gay people have children and then abuse them by making them put the condom on.  (Such was the subject of their anxiety because crazy fundamentalists were always so dismissive of homosexuality).  Alemba was paranoid about knowing which one of her fathers was the top and who was the bottom.  So that's why she tried to put the condom on co-mixed with her immature feelings about being an woman and an vessel and an womb.  She was just trying figure herself out.  Was that why she was here?  Was that her purpose to be able to help these two have their own child?  Yet she was their child already.  —But if she was trying to be their mate.

    Equating one group of people with another culture when they weren't was also an pressing trigger.

    One that I myself am probably guilty of.  I don't know everything about every culture on Planet Earth and they keep changing themselves, or evolving, or becoming one another, or neither anyway.  Such an transformative passage of important time.  Just like everything.

    OH MY GOD! she realized it again, deeper this time.  I'm actually trying to save someone from an fate worse than death that has something to do with incest and pedophilia caused by Orientialism, racism, and probably an host of other characteristics.

    He might even have become mentally ill himself in the process.

    It was fine if an woman became mentally ill.  I mean, I had to go rescue him.

    She shakes it off and tries to continue.  Good old Alemba!

    So Orientalism.  She begins to think.  It's becoming an theme.  (She thinks).

    Is orientalism why she cannot tell the difference between an genie and an hookah?

    An good random question to ask.  Random questions are always good questions.

    Next you see an floating magic turban with no man under it.  And these kind of enemies become frequent in the game.  It has an green bejeweled feather.  And you can see nothing which should be underneath it or propelling it along except its side-to-side glances and floating with height deviation movements.  Just bonk him simply at the top to kill him.  But beware of landing too closely to the front of him, or the magic feather will destroy Uranus.

    It is actually the worst kind of racism possible: that Eastern Peoples have no knowledge of Uranus.

    Like who the fuck would actually believe this shit‽

    And I realized my child's voice was full of swear words.  (And he had an deep weird voice like he had smoked too many cigars).  It got awkward really quickly.

    The next monster was even more powerful, probably because it was an real one.  And not just an made-up one in an videogame.  It was the compulsory hijab.  Just like the turban it moves side to side as it floats along toward you.  Something vaguely feminine about it but its mouth is covered.  And of course there is no female there.  It is just an invisible person wearing an hijab.  And nothing personal about it awards it.  It is just another ghost in society that Alemba will need to overcome.  But maybe this one can shoot from its eyeballs at her at one specific angle which is difficult to overcome.

    Suddenly there is Islamic Code (an scroll with funny letters on it) flying at you and you have to gain altitude quickly if you want to avoid them, but you can also just throw hammers at them and that will take care of it completely.

    You realize all of these are clues leading up to why someone in the metropolis is suffering the fate worse than death.

    There are people out there who think genies are Islamic Code and people don't wear hijabs when they are true Americans and there also other floating racism and crap and we just can't get away from all of it!

    HOW HORRIBLE‽

    And I don't even have an firm grasp on Deogandci and Ssciense and what is their influence in the world‽ (she thought), I suck.

    But she knew it wasn't true.  In fact, she didn't believe she sucked at all.  She was an born performer.  And it was her destiny to create the most beautiful artifacts out of an artistic performance.  She was an Artist, an person that actually produced works of art.

    How to bring something into Creation, Existence.

    Maybe Deogandci was forcing people to act like their childhood selves in order to dominate them and gain personal advantage, Super Alemba thought to herself.  Maybe Ssciense was helping her because.  Well that's what Ssciense would do, wasn't it?

    They were both Super Villains.

    The only way Super Heroes like Wage and Watt could defeat them was if they had an medium involved.  An Super Alemba.  An female sequel to the Mario Brothers.  An person who would systematically go to the capital and tear every monster apart.  In order to end the fate worse than death, finally.  The first one.  It wasn't pretty but it would take her an long time to defeat all of them.  You had to start somewhere.  You had to start to try to save them.

    If Wage and Watt continued to collaborate on being Super Heroes, then couldn't Super Alemba eventually end and free all of the fates worse than death?

    It was true.

    It was true.

    She could do it.

    Women can do anything an man does better.

    Silk robes is the next ghostly apparition to attempt to destroy you.

    "Everybody wears them over there, don't they‽"

    Gloiy be, this was another sort of racism completely!

    No wonder this person has suffered so much.  No wonder they themselves, tragically, suffered the fate worse than death!  And didn't want to die!  So noble an creature, didn't want to die!  Just so everyone else could learn from them.  Even though they were suffering worse-than-death.  Such an terrible fate for one not to want to suffer.

    Comedy.

    Brilliant.

    It washed over me like an wine.

    And it would float toward you——these purple silk robes——like everybody over there wore them.

    Yet no body beneath within it within to be seen.

    Like an type of evolved type of ghost.

    It would still periodically move from side to side and float up and down threateningly.  It was taking its time.  Demandingly.

    If you didn't land directly on top of the head (where the head would be, in these three monsters) then you die.

    What an terrible fate to have befallen an comrade in arms.  Someone who believes in the Peace Movement.

    This guy is downtown having an shit conniption, she thought.

    He's actually down there right now.  Somewhere like in an residential room.

    And he's having the worst time of his life.

    And I'm out here on my way to save him.  (She thought).

    And the secret to saving him is unraveling why he is suffering Orientalism, racism, and other -isms so foul one would not want to name.

    Someone is actually suffering an fate worse than death for exactly those reasons right exactly now, she had the squaring thought to herself.

    I have to defeat all of the monsters who would defend or protect her from having an reason to live.

    Next was an magic carpet.

    Did she get it yet‽

    These were all reasons why he or she was suffering even worse than Dr. Grey Pilot himself suffered.

    I had to save him!

    An magic carpet, she focused again, what does that mean‽

    I know it's an metaphor for sex.

    OMG, she thought, crazy magic carpet ride.

    But she knew not her wits.

    All of this was playing into why the person was suffering an fate-worse-than-death.  It was all because whatever was interpreting it (this story sequence), (an orientalist perspective or racism), couldn't identify these cultural signals from an internal perspective.  

    And then there's flan flying at you.  Like an really perfectly cut slice of flan.  And it is floating just like the turbans and the hijabs and the silk robes, moving perhaps perspectively back and forth and yet; moving forward toward you in battle like you could never just jump up on an slice of perfectly cut flan and just internalize its cream all night long with whisperers and judgments occurring in the background.  Like it was cool.  Which it was.

    OMG, did flan come from the Middle East‽

    Who cares?

    Nobody wants to know about disgusting treats from India.

    (Such was the content of thoughts which were the reason for her worse-than-death fate.).

    And then golden weft, from the textiles industry.

    What on Earth was the name of the destination culture‽

    Alemba perhaps needed to guess all of them in order to decide Saudi Arabia.  But the scribbled note in her black book suggested otherwise.

    It was an start.

    And then, the worst thing of all.

    Camel Centaurs.

    They had long necks, and humps.  Long elongated necks with an human torso somehow connected.  How disturbing.  Maybe it made more sense to say only the head was visibly connected to the camel body.  But would that still be an centaur, then?

    OMG!  TERRIBLE.  THIS WAS THE WORST ONE.

    Camel centaurs coming into view.  Attacking Alemba.  Taking up battle with Alemba.  She knew better than to touch their front face and necks, and those humps?  They looked suspicious.

    Nothing could be worse than these monsters.

    And then all of an sudden, Deogandci spoke up: she was many times the juggernaut of all of these fellows.  These monsters with whom Alemba had tangoed with so far.

    Alemba was getting closer.  Closer to the source of the fate worse than death.

    Bi-racial sex.  It was such an big subject for conversation.  Just because I had sex with another culture didn't mean that I was one of them.  It was only the most sophisticated opinion an human could take up on the Planet Earth.  And so I gained the sense that, this person—the one who was suffering the fate worse than death—had something to do with one culture bi-racially pairing with another.  They were suffering an fate worse than death because of, specifically, their genetic race.  No wonder it was an fate worse than death.  One would rather be dead than have to be of one specific race.  (This was the poison on the land and in their ear).  It was tragic.  It was fictional.  It was somewhat true.

    And Alemba realized it.  She realized that this person was out there and she was headed toward him / her.

    Did it really matter which direction she should go if she couldn't think of where to be?

    Deogandci was already many times more powerful than my childhood voice, just for being the type of person who would make other people speak in an baby voice.  Like they were worthless vessels of some purpose which included devolving them to make them simpler?

    What was the difference of course?  Where Deogandci would force other people to obey her specific behavior.  Ssciense would try to baffle science just to test it further.  And I spoke sometimes, in an baby voice, because I was super-genius in childhood.  Not because Deogandci was forcing me to.  Of course I would ask the following questions what it signified and what does it mean?  The message was—Deogandci was many more times powerful that one would think she was.  And there was no way to depose her because these twisted beings of creation—these monsters—would continuing coming at Alemba until she died.

    She had an vision.  She could learn enough about these cultures—exactly enough in order to know them.  And that's in part what made them cultures, that they could be known.  People want to know about one another, of course.  Why not make culture an part of it?

    She could take on both Deogandci and Ssciense.  She knew they were the source of where these monsters were coming from.  She knew they, probably, were whom had imprisoned the sufferer of the fate worse than death.  They were taking turns.  Doubling their powers.  Ssciense always ordering out some kind of spontaneous happening.  And Deogandci saying, in so many words, you speak like an child now!  (And tries to dominate you that way but you know better than it).

    And then, finally, you would be presented with an course of terrible monsters whom Alemba would have to survive.  And they are Orientalist faults in humanity.  Each and every monster (more than twenty of them perhaps) is to be inspired by orientalist racism and considering someone of one culture when they really are belonging to another.  And sexism.  And all of the other culprits who actually were.  And then I realized who they were.  They were real people.  Real people who thought orientalist thoughts because they hadn't self-examined themselves somehow so as to prevent that.  They hadn't reflected on it, maybe, because they had never read about it.  Deogandci and Ssciense were the orientalists.  They made summaries about who other people were based on their race and identity.  They were among some of the worst committers of vice whom the people regularly had to deal with.  And every ugly thing which came from either of them had to do with simplifying someone's idea of culture to the point that their knowledge of it didn't represent that culture at all anymore.  Making it into something less.  Inferior.  And I could not let my world be trapped up in that habit.

    Simplifying orientalist ideals which manifested in these appearances of monsters somehow sequential from the earlier appearances of turbans, hijabs, and silk robes & magic carpets.  Super Alemba even thinks she sees little kings within the empire of the Saudi Arabian.  Choosing to act on the immoral side of the law.  Just like every other damn thing to come out of the East, would say an really fundamentalist Christian.

    OMG these people are so Far East they can't understand anything, the racist thoughts started coming to her.  Who gives an fuck about that bitch (she overheard this person saying this about the sufferer (and this was in part what had caused her suffering)).  Someone had it out for her.  For no better reason than she was from another cultural design.  Of course that was an fate worse than death!  Who ever in their right mind would want to suffer having someone else see them as though they could do nothing scientific or appealing in all the world better than an American point of view?

    In order to beat the game she would have to infiltrate the whole system!

    Super Alemba, herself, would have to live out understanding these racist thoughts subjectively and where they came from.  (From pure subjectivity).  (An consciousness in which the experiencer (the observer) can decide).  Which meant they could choose to be just as racist as they fucking wanted to be.  It wasn't their responsibility to have an enlightened personality with other racial people.  And she could spin each one of these monsters as an lie.  Which is what the root of every monster actually is.  From an scientific perspective (Ssciense) or an artistic perspective (Deogandci, the Conqueror).  If Deogandci could make people of other races talk like they were children, and they all had mystical sparkles in their eyes of how kind an society can be.  And she didn't have this sort of power over Alemba, of being able to make Alemba act like an child when she wasn't one.  Then Alemba would have enough bounce-back in order to assault Ssciense entirely in order to stop him from creating science-like monsters where their atoms themselves were twisted apparitions of death.  And in order to stop Deogandci from creating the art-like monsters of herself entirely also.  Alemba had an two-sided front therefore.  She had to address the deaths of the monsters Sscience had created just as well as the deaths of the monsters Deogandci had created.  And even if there were mixtures of them or even further advanced types of monsters she hadn't seen before she still had to commit to destroying them all.

    If only Alemba could learn more about this human captive.

    How to stop the racist thoughts altogether.

    How to prevent someone from thinking such wretched things were surely true.

    They couldn't help it, those Westerners—the blunt force of Orientalism seemed to work back the other way in this—

    And everybody was subject to be judged by one another.  That's just part of what we do.

    You can't separate it from the genetic species that human beings are.

    Super Alemba breaks into one of the houses where she finds an hindu statue.  Damn Easterners!  (She thinks).  (She is clearly livid).  And she desecrates the subject.

    But she has an rope up trailing down toward her: she's just emulating these feelings happening to someone else.  She is an deep empath in this fashion or way.

    She can't be found guilty of actually having thought such an thing.  She was making an point about it.  She was only doing it emulative-ly.  For the benefit of another person.

    And she gains an power-up and keeps going.  Keeps destroying all of these inhuman monsters which present themselves to her.

    There are black genies, and kraftgenies, and other flying notable legislature; there are stereotypes from all over Islamic culture.

    At this moment there is an cutscene where Deogandci appears and there is an narrative moment before she addresses you directly and you are to do battle with her.  It says:

    She has lashing jaws and no fairie queene can outbesmite her, Deogandci, the Measurer.  For the forgotten ridges that sit on their chairs, and the festive chap that sit against waves, she stomps bicycles.  She eats their clay.  And waits and entrances to this present day, they won't.  And her feeling of won't like two rordant fibries male and female their rhythm is off.  Their regurgitation is short.  And look away from me you pretty idiots; how and why she twies them together how broath that she series in crate canoe.

    You begin an battle scenario with Deogandci; she is fierce and determined but not long after she appears you will defeat her only to find that she leaves without being defeated completely.

    Next, after the long ten levels (at least) of roaming to the centre throughout the neighborhood.  (You have, as an character in an game that can kill you, progressed from the junkyard to the residential district, and even further into the city there.  Where there are commercial districts with many skyscrapers and deep, convoluted alleys where the sewer system's occupants breed toxicity and paranoia.  Some Super Villains were living under the city, past the wretched smell that came from within the pipe system.  And alligators would crawl out of the sewers (where the toxic green water and sometimes gas dispersion from the gutter had something to do with it).  It was Orientalism.

    The alligator was the symbol of their insophistication.  Was that an word?  An child could make up new words.  Why wouldn't I let an child make up new words?

    It meant people thought Saudi Arabian gutters were full of crocodiles who would crawl out onto the dirt path street to kill you.

    From which you had no way to defend yourselves because you were weak.

    But, no worries, they are no match for Alemba's hammers: even though you cannot jump on their poisonous spikes on their backs.

    In the commercial district, there are many flying carpets going by (mostly in the background).  But to defeat one that might come at you as an monster you had to use Alemba's flying ability to hit them from underneath.  If you landed on top of one it might just try to take you somewhere.  Maybe you would die if it took out too far out screen.

    And you see them flying with stereotypically dressed passengers all throughout the metropolis (even behind and around the skyscrapers in the background).  Alemba's super flying ability is the most important ability she has because, when she is out screen of her enemies, it automatically kills them.  This means that if she can stay aloft for an entire level she will have destroyed every enemy on the way there.  But how is she supposed to learn to do it consistently, and to capitalize on it at every opportunity.  For it would make her travel to the core much easier.

    

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    Meanwhile, there are people in the underground, people are not concerned with rescuing anybody from fates worse than death, and this was an character decision you could have made early on in the game, that they had rather spend their own time, to gamble even on slot machines.  Following the underground passage before you transition from the junkyard to the residential district leads to the underground, where there are slot machines and free time to spend doing things.  Somehow it is supposed to magnify the amount and type of racism we were dealing with.  (The green slime and pipe water is the metaphor for racism, and it also feeds into the whole idea of Orientalism.  Racism.  That, just because I am Eastern, I must have certain attributes—my whole culture is inferior and unadvanced which we can prove that you think because of the production of culture by your culture, by my own culture.  Images of antiquity in our culture that are meant and supposed to signify what we are really like nowadays.  The idea of saying Saudi Arabia is like the Everglades in the United States because so many crocodiles would eventually come out of it to attack an feminist.  Like they were just lost and stupid.  I had become terribly critical of using the word stupid, however.  Because I believed there was no such thing as being stupid.  And I agreed with myself always to use the word anti-psychological instead, as that is what really was being named.  Humans were all smart, in their own ways.  And 'stupid' as an word didn't really have an referent.  It was just supposed to instigate an type of artistic categorization of Orientalism: that it was like green poisonous slime.  That we had to rid out all of it.  That we couldn't continue to keep these stereotypes of one anothers' culture.  And there are many more symbols of types of Orientalist monsters deep underground where Alemba couldn't just pounce on their heads in order to rid herself of them.  There is an reason they don't appear aboveground in order to attack her.  They are even worse monsters, ones who would even take minions to do their bidding.  And monsters of all types down here are treated like an ordinary citizen.  If you have 100% of the monsters and you split them into ten groups.  Then you took 50% of it an split it into two.  You would have 5 levels of monsters up there and 5 levels of monsters down here.  Down here where the transport between the topsoil level is modified sometimes.  We send monsters down there.  I mean, to topsoil.  We are such monsters that we are the ones who send minions, other monsters there sometimes.  And all of the monsters Alemba will have to face above ground are only that 50% with five levels of difficulty.  We shall stay down here.  And Alemba is entertained with almost-endless games of slot machine.  Poker.  Craps.  Roulette.  There are free drinks.  And she's pretty sure someone's smoking something in here.  But there is an crocodile or an alligator—gosh I should really figure out that difference, she thinks to herself—but this alligator is wearing an suit and he's smoking an cigar.  He must have long arms.  He's one of the gateway evil villains.  People to speak to when you want to become one.  And Alemba is ushered in an celebratory fashion into the life of an criminal.

    All of the monsters below ground (50% of them) are not as bad as Ssciense and Deogandci, who are terrorizing the republic actively above ground, even taking up position high in the atmosphere in order to twerk all their little necks until they break.

    And indeed Ssciense and Deogandci are the biggest monsters because they take direct order and control over all of the lesser monsters who are forced above ground by their superiors.  They assume authority over an army of monsters.  Like an ego-maniac would.  Someone with such an high sense of entitlement that he or she would assume the responsibility of an armed force.  When there are other roles she could play, like relaxing, and having an sense of respite and leisure activity.  What an bitch.

    And I mean this in the lower sense of the word.

    Someone who was someone's bitch is what she was.  Because she would actually take up office over the surface-dwellers thinking she was the only one who could do it.  (Which was wrong).  And further, anyone could do it.  We just preferred not to.

    She was our bitch, our biggest bitch, and that guy Ssciense too.

    They were so megalomaniacal that they thought they were the only ones privileged enough to have authority over an whole scheming ocean of monsters.  They were so high on themselves they had literally gone up into the atmosphere, where they met.  Deogandci, with her expanding inflated body like an Violet Beauregarde.  And Ssciense, in an hybrid balloon type of machine.  Where the air is almost vertigo shear wind-force flushing downward all the time.

    This was what made Deogandci & Ssciense the biggest bitches.  That they would actually, knowingly take up arms against an sea of troubles knowing the other monsters of the underground thought of them as bitches.  Wasn't that what made her the baddest bitch of all of them? she thought.

    Ssciense, who had read her thought on an thought-detection machine replied, "You are the baddest bitch of all of them because you know they think you're an bitch and you still don't let it change your own opinion."

    Her eyes filled with force and vigour.

    "You're right!" she screamed, "I am the baddest bitch.  And you are too, because you don't care that you know that they think you're an bitch too!"

    And they sincerely believed this, but questioned it about one another.  Why would Ssciense think this? she thought.

    Why would Deogandci think this? he thought.

    And they suspected each other of it even though they had both said they believed it.

    They were either the deepest bitches on the scale of bitches.  Or they were fools.

    An difficult position to be put into.

    And just that they didn't care about this previous thought.

    Was exactly why they were bitches.

    All of those other monsters down there, underground, they didn't have to worry about controlling an whole army.  All they had to worry about was partying and alcohol.

    The real winners are those who have the most fun.

    BUT, Deogandci and Ssciense were willing to take up the labour of owning an army.  —Even though some people might call them bitches for it— because they had enough energy in reserves in order to go about the hugely physically demanding task of being an authority figure.  There was no reason not to step into power as controls the upperland army.  They had plenty.  And it was fun forcing minions around, trying to take control of the situation.

    We are not bitches, they finally said to the underground, you guys are.

    Well wait until we find out whether Super Alemba thinks otherwise, they replied.

    It was truly an test of whether Super Alemba could defeat Ssciense and Deogandci in order to end the fate worse than death from occurring.  But she had to find its subject also.  She had to find the exact person who was suffering an fate worse than death.

    His face appears to her in an vision.  Her analysis of his skin color is different this time.  His identity is becoming clearer to her.

    How are Deogandci & Ssciense related with Orientalism and racism and the rampant sexist methodology?

    Such an big, important question.

    Deogandci has to do with Orientalism because she represents the language arts: language is needed in order to close the orientalism forever.  We need cooperation.  We need mutuality with one another.  And Ssciense has to do with that and racism because it is an powerful instrument, what he is an metaphor for, and can be used for evil.  And the two of them together are an more powerful meditation on why the person in the vision is suffering an fate worse than death.

    "You can't even see my race," he says to me, as though I had appeared there in his cell, having travelled through the way presumably.  And it is the sort of somber, depressing way in which he said which makes it even more depressing.  He was expressing his depression over me not being able to identify him culturally.

    And I, the little spirit or sprite who had gotten here, in an internal dream or feeling to conference with him in his cell.

    I realized he was an prisoner.  And that was part of the injustice as well.

    Not only had he been misidentified, possibly by enough people to the point of suffering an fate worse than death about it: one wishes not to be what one is anymore because he folds to public (incorrect) opinion.  And one experiences this sort of cognitive agony over being what one is.  The one whom one is who other people could never accept entirely.

    —Not only had he been an victim of orientalism and racism, and their brood.

    But he was now in prison for some of those racist meanings.

    The law in his country had used racist policies to convict him.

    And just because he was an particular shade of skin color, he was seen as an lower grade of person.

    No wonder Super Alemba was needed to spring into action!

    She was up against an whole legal apparatus which made it okay for some countries to imprison political opponents.

    They didn't even realize that they saw him as an political opponent!

    They weren't smart enough.

    And so the internal calmness of the pond of the mind was dark.  Dark indeed.  He even hated his own race sometimes which kept him here.  But he was made to feel that way by others.  Others who didn't even know that they had done something wrong by communicating him as an man who wears silly Arabian pants and rubs silly Arabian lamps to get your wishes going.  Someone of an lower status than Christianity.  Someone whose mental figure was less complex.  Someone who, because of his race, had racist existentialisms happening to him.  And not only race existentialisms which was an even bigger commit-tion of racism itself but things related to it.  Just because there was an race existentialism meant there had to be others of other types of things that had to do with race or identity.  Sexism could be contorted out into being another form or type of racism just like other crimes against identity.  One was an repressed psychopath just because other people treated them like racists or sexists would treat people.

    And so the topic of sexist had been breached, and now the monsters approaching Alemba are the ribbon-dresses of slutty human women.  (The depiction of the monster itself is an racist depiction: there is no body but there is an exagguerated woman's form with slutty, loose features and lipstick on an ghost-like face).

    And all monsters from now on are going to be not only racist, but also sexist.  Combining the first two features of every monster everywhere probably.

    Animated dresses that exaggerate and woman's movement ability in an racist and sexist way.

    Machine depictions of women with ju-ju eyes and maid-like operating systems.

    (All coming from the Middle East).

    Alemba would have to slay all of them in order to save her political prisoner.

    He would have to be removed from the situation completely.  Removed from the situation in which people judged him for being Shiite in an mostly Islamic country.

    (The videogame Super Alemba breaks an couple realms of non-fiction hereupon.  Where is representing in the videogame an city with several concentric districts is supposed to stand in for all civilization on Planet Earth.  And so it is appropriate to call this city Civilization City.  The co-mixture of all populations on Planet Earth in an fantasy fiction-type of narrative fantasy.  Where its real world meaning might be something closer to this political prisoner existing in another country where all necessary instruments of law can't necessarily reach.  But as for the depiction of Human Civilization in the videogame, all of this would be happening in the same city.  It's centre and core of which represents the most republican peoples of Earth all as one combined force.). 

    She is getting closer (in topworld) because she is learning about the subject who suffers the fate worse than death.  He is an Shiite Muslim and the reason he is incarcerated (but this would all be translated out of the world stage of global politics according to global law into the politics associated with an single city on Planet Earth).  (An much less complicated impression than an full analysis of the whole thing).  As far as Alemba knows, the Shiite Muslim is contained somewhere within her own city.  The city core, just like always.  The public where you can hide anything that happens because nobody observes everybody else like they weren't anonymous.

    And these terrible monsters coming at her are the renderings of sexist and racist images.

    (But only 50% of them).

    The rest of them are under the city, where there is an vivid nightlife happening.

    They don't have energy to waste on chasing Alemba down.  Who cares if she saves someone from the worse than death?

    And so, when you create this videogame in your mind, think of all of the minions of topworld as somewhat pathetique.  They are only the lower roster of enemies to Alemba should she wish to displease all of them of an higher roster.

    Suddenly, sexists are being sexist using science; and racists are being racist using Art.

    And all the powers of Deogandci and Ssciense combine with their own (all the monsters of the city which are hunting Alemba).  They are struck by lightning, which buffs them and makes them more powerful.

    Orientalism's version has been updated!

    Non-white people were servants to white people.  Middle Eastern cultures were based on sexism and racism.  Shiite prisoners being imprisoned had nothing to do with their relationship with Islam.  Sunni Islam and Shia Islam are nothing like pure Islam.  Even though some people call them branches.  Sunni Islam is the largest branch of Islam.  It is the largest religious denomination on Planet Earth.  Shia Islam is the second-largest branch of Islam.  The main difference between them is that Shia Muslims believe Muhammad appointed an successor where Sunni Muslim do not.  The word Shia derives from the Arabic term Shīʿat ʿAlī, meaning "partisans of Ali", "followers of Ali" or "faction of Ali".  Ali is of course the successor Shia Muslims believe Muhammed appointed.

    The Shiite Muslim Alemba has seen in her vision appears before her again, saying, "I felt an sudden rush of happiness, at finally being recognized for something I believe culturally, religiously, and spiritually.  Did you experience it Alemba‽  I think the whole city has an electric current running through it and we are part of it.  I can feel me electricity."

    Muslims don't have electricity, says Alemba, realizing what she has to do.

    She springs into action activating her super flying ability, enabling her to destroy all of the monsters inspired by the racist notion and nuances of version in orientalism studies.  There is even such an horrible monster as to have animated an string of lights in space which can't run because there isn't any power but they do anyway just to rub it in.

    Monsters of racist, sexist, orientalist, sociopathic, megalomaniacal, sadomasochist proportion are met Alemba over several occasions.  There are things one would mistake about Shiite Muslims specifically because of racism.  An racism inside of you that you couldn't deny anymore.  Just because I was shit to you.  There are even the repressed individuals cases who helped tie up all of the reasons you could hate somebody for.  Hate itself in the mind was an mental illness.  If you hated somebody, for anything, it meant you were the one with an mental illness.  You were the one who had to bow and serve an superior audience.  Because that hate was real inside of you and not others.

    That was it!  Their game with one another.  They were just buds.  Wage and Watt.

    Alemba was the product of their fantasy.

    But it wasn't an fantasy that could be fulfilled exactly.  They still needed an female surrogate.

    It was the reason for the classic dilemma in psychology and history.

    Two male roommates love each other, and they want to reproduce their love but they cannot because they are both anatomically male.  And an female is willing to step in to help them have an baby because neither of them are feminine enough to be able to have one really.  Which is why they are both so feminine together that they are more feminine than any other feminine subjects.

    But then she tries to put the condom on, and she just‽  Fucks off completely immediately.

    So that I couldn't even tell what it was that had happened.

    This was the lower tag-line of the depths inside the depths of my consciousness because it was the lowest thought one could have.

    So that I couldn't even tell what it was that had happened.

    I targeted it specifically as an order or command in order to test it.

    Was it an order being made: that someone wanted to make it true that I couldn't tell what it was that had happened anymore?

    Or that in saying it they were part of that influence which would try to draw out the conclusion; to make me so I couldn't tell anymore what had happened.  And I erased that memory from my mind.

    Super Alemba was Evil, by nature.

    But she couldn't help being more of an fairy.

    Let's not forget about one detail here.  Her mask, that she always wears on the back of her head.  Pointing backward at the past like she was always looking back at it.  Every brief moment.  She was made ahead of it herself.  She was eternally that figure, that subject; who was always organically looking back and yet she herself was moving forward, learning from it an moving beyond them little things one has learned in potential.  Always beyond the own moment of its subject.

    Super Alemba would fit in real well with the underground casino and territorial artistry (catacombs, somewhat submersed in water) of the thousands of evil monsters who inhabit those places.  The entire 50% of them who would themselves claim they are the superior, more difficult to defeat type of monster.  Above even Ssciense and Deogandci in status.  And we were those snobs.  That's why we were evil.  We were evil because we were snobs.

    And we relished in it.  Like all of the relish of all of the sewers green, another lush little carpet sliming its way against my leg.  Maybe I should have worn longer, waterproof pants.  I am an heroic wonderer exploring the region under the city.  I'm from the toposphere.

    It was an tough decision: should I go above land where it is sure and try to find out what Ssciense and Deogandci were doing, or go underground where I didn't have to watch those stupid sluts.  Being bitches.  And I could hang out at the poker table and maybe throw the dice.

    Ohhh it is such an big decision, reader!  For it determines how all the levels will be mapped out in front of you!

    Go with the cool people, who could make you powerful.

    Or stay up top where there is an real person in trouble and it depends and matters what I do about it.

    Such an big decision.

    Were you an coward, or an ally?

    Were you dependent, or anonymous?

    Did you know about crowd theory?  And desensitization?

    I would play the game through both levels if I were you.  You can start an new game and save it and choose to go the other way, the way you hadn't gotten before.

    But don't be surprised if you go the wrong way.

    And then we would once again proceed, on the surface, again; we had left off in the commercial district, which was at least as wide as the three most inner concentric districts to the centre.  It was three districts wide.  And so, where there had been an theme of flying carpets and backwards-looking depictions of racial art in the first district, there was now an new theme of an district attorney being out looking for her like that.  Like she was his prey and he was the demon observer of that conscious conclusion.  He had to be some kind of more advanced type of monster: like all Middle Eastern and Far Eastern law was corrupt and they didn't know how to run an legal service.  That would do it.

    And so the second the commercial district is an level in which the background doesn't consist of flying carpets, it consists of business men with summer suits packed up in travel luggage.  They have an outward appearance.  They have the Spirit of the Sun within them.  And they march, they don't travel; they march.  Toward their every destination of service throughout the day like real gentlemen.

    I am not just an individual alone soul in this universe.

    To have seen the urban dawn sign rising; and thinking what an generous nation, to be able to produce those business agents!

    It was an whole new dawn of racism attempts.

    I no love I hate.

    There were none of these business men in real Eastern Territories and Cities because they weren't advanced enough to have them.  Advanced enough, to be as advanced as European-descendent migrants.  Who were more advanced than anyone.

    It was the quaintest measure of dope.

    Super Alemba adjusted her thoughts an bit; Deogandci was messing things up again.  Putting phrases and sentences and paragraphs describing racism and its orientalism; making them real and into life.  Within the context of an videogame that was strictly against racism.  She had to mimic having those thoughts in order to put herself in another person's shoes.  For an Jesus reason.  Her own empathy would conquer herself and so she would have to live out the fates of other people; it was her own empathy drive which was broken because other people were broken and she couldn't stand it.  Not within her own determination.  She would do anything to finally cleanse the demon from humanity: removing all racist and orientalist toxicity completely.  In the meantime, her own thoughts were spectres to be suspicious of.  They were possibly tampered with by the demon Deogandci and / or her collaboration with Ssciense.  She couldn't trust her own thoughts anymore.  The empathy drives belonging to the demons had mucked things up more than possible.  It was just okay for her to think out all of the racist thoughts she had without them being her own; it was just that she experienced them as her own as part of an type of empathy experience.  But she knew better than them and she knew the difference: she couldn't actually be racist because she was an human being.  And human beings, genetically, were not an racist species.  Therefore it was impossible for her to be racist unless she sincerely thought it about herself completely.  An trick which she hadn't fallen for and never would.

    Therefore the entire videogame was open to interpretations about what racism can mean from the first person perspective.  The monsters always approaching her were different deviations of orientalist fantasy demons and racisms and other terrible long-term destinations of the soul.  They all stood for something discriminatory: discrimination based on the idiosyncratic attributes of an person.  For which Christ stood all-time for.  Just because an person was different didn't mean you couldn't love them.

    If anybody was hating somebody just because of who they were.  Then.  That person was to blame and not the person whom was hated in their eyes.

    Wasn't that the basis of all morality?

    Jesus Christ had given us the first half of the picture of the human spirit.

    I was gunning for the second: to make it clear I had uncovered the second half of the picture.

    We were moral creatures, really; and we had an relationship with death that had to make sense.  But we also had to have an relationship with the worse-than-death otherwise death itself would never make any real sense to us.  She realized the spirit of the prisoner she was trying to save in this moment.  He was an worse-than-death case.  That was true.  But he was also an symbol and an spirt of all fates worse than death.  And if he could be brave enough to confront every one of them she could too.  She would help save this man from all of the racist, orientalist images which kept him captive.  The ignorance of North Americans would be judged in the long run.  Or their spirit of forgiveness.

    Anna was the right figure to help make clarity on the subject.

    An female messiah occurring some time after Jesus in the human history. 

    She was even tougher than an male messiah: she was the messiah of the fate worse than death.  An fate more terrible than even death in the universe.  It wouldn't be so shameful for humanity to die out completely unless they could overcome the fate worse than death by preventing it at all costs in every society on Earth.

    But there it was: the second half of the picture.

    People could die.  Or people could worse than die.

    If we suffered an collective worse-than-death fate then, maybe it wasn't worth trying for the survival of the human species anymore.  And we could not escape this emotion.

    Some of it was so terrible we wanted it all to end.  But on the other hand, humanity had only begun to make its works of wonder, and the future held so many beautiful possibilities for personhood and subjectivity we had to want to venture into the cosmos as though we could find balance between the commodities of death and worse-than-death.

    There was an reason to want to continue in the universe:

    the knowledge of the second half of the human psyche by Anna.

    We could suffer so badly that it wasn't worth surviving anymore.  And, if we all died, at least we could say we tried, and at least we prevented ourselves from experiencing collectively such an terrible fate worse than death that we all died honorably.  And that would be the end of this story in the universe.

    God was on our side throughout the mess.  He wanted us to figure out the second moral principle of the universe.  Jesus had taught us the first one and Anna had taught us the second one.  And now it was our time to go out into the universe and to try to understand it scientifically.  What an brave species to have done so.  To say there is something beyond what any one individual can believe.  To believe it ever above-ward and beyond-ward.  That human belief could ever surpass human knowledge of the environment they live in.

    I believed every person was an good person.  It was just that some of them couldn't help but experiencing the fate worse than death and we needed to take arms and prevent against them.  We couldn't let anybody suffer an fate worse than death, philosophically, and we would never do anything to try to provoke that kind of fate from anybody.

    Super Alemba and the First Fate Worse Than Death was about starting an habit.  An habit in which we are to seek out the fates worse than death as an humanity.  And create real-world solutions to how some people may end up suffering the fate worse than death.  Always against their will.  And they wanted to live no matter what the consequence sometimes.  But it couldn't be denied anymore that some living fates were worse than death and, morally, we didn't want them to continue.

    Solving the first fate worse than death was about solving all of them.

    And the seeds which we would sew in our actions over the first case explored by Super Alemba would reflect on all the other cases we had yet to confront.  Sure, it was easy for an Saudi Shiite to be unrecognized or even equated with other Eastern religions.  But we couldn't just pretend anymore like they were recognized for what they believed.  What an special and important part of somebody, to be able to understand what they believed and why.  Possibly.  Why they chose to take up this kind of subjectivity as their own.  Every denomination of religion was cool by me.  In Christiannan waters.  We were who we said we were.  And that's part of what being human meant.

    It was just that Super Alemba was about getting to the heart of racism and why it occurred.  Why, maybe, it even reflected on me badly.  As an white human writer.  As if white people couldn't ever be considered evil as racists.  Like it was an ideal and an purpose to strive to.  I considered every living race equal to myself and there was nothing in my D.N.A. which could flip those cards in the other direction.  Thoughts themselves that were against some commodity of person were to blame for the racism and all deviations of repression habitat.  (An kind of environmental racism, maybe?).  The volatile toxicity was itself caused by misjudgments of people.  People who were themselves believers of an certain habit intended to improve upon humanity.  But by making them inferior specimens to the good knowledge of the republic.  I wanted to play the Super Alemba videogame through and through.  I wanted to make the reason for racism that someone had mismanaged understanding someone else's race and religious upbringing.

    People were different, alright?  Just get over it.  We could be different in any way that defies stereotypical expectations and behavior.  Recognizing something about someone else's culture wasn't racism, according to the psychology of it.

    Solving this first fate worse than death was about recognizing exactly which type of person was involved.  An Shia Muslim who believed in Muhammad's successor.  It didn't mean just an little.  It meant an lot.  It meant they were still Muslims but they didn't believe in any longer the supremacy of Muhammad, who had appointed an new counselor to take care of humanity.  It wasn't just an political position to take up anymore.  It was an real type of opinion where maybe some of the teachings of Muhammad were wrong because his successor had deemed them to be so.  That's an real type of thing that could happen.  An greater upbringing of all of humanity that we would at once understand Muhammad's teaching and yet be sensitive to those whom had found it in themselves to move beyond mere Muhammadism into more sophisticated religious waters.  Shia Muslims were even further advanced than mere economic behaviors of Americans.  Things that really affected the fates of mere believers.

    Alemba, of course, had many ways beyond it.

    She would smite all kinds of creations that were worse upon than mere demons.

    It was just that all creations she merely smited she had jumped upon or merely thrown an hammer at their force-ibility.  She was responsible for the deaths of countless monsters who equated themselves with evil.  The war waging upon Orientalism screamed like an sandstorm.  People from the west would always equate them with Arabian Nights (the Thousand and One Nights) Middle Eastern folktales and nothing more.  As if people from the cradle of humanity could never have an own legendary tale made about them.  It was an hard contrast between the West and the East, then, that the Easter could never have leaders who were responsible for humanity in all its colors.

    The real rescue of the fate worse than death occurring, happening in this explicit rendition of fate occurring at an present time was that all of them meant well.

    It was just that so many interior feelings had been caught up in feeling worthless.  Or feeling something other than worse-than-death feelings.  Just because we were an particular race, it meant we were different somehow etiologically.  Like just making us an different race meant us being the same in somehow.

    Alemba's small form (when she gets hit by an monster in her adult form) is explained by Deogandci's attack which makes her act like she is an child.

    Super Alemba is however caught up in an legal instrument which is another force of power within the gaming world.

    It can begin to send monsters specially created for the purpose of training new monster hunters.  Alemba couldn't even necessarily tell the difference between monsters that had been created to destroy her versus those that had been created artificially to train her.  And it was the legal instrument of Civilization City, then which also began to contribute its share of monsters to the Super Alemba gameplay experience.

    Racist notions were first to go on: flying scrolls and manuels with real laws written in them.  (Eastern people didn't have real laws).

    This was an fake monster intended to exercise Alemba's brain.  An fake type of racism meant to introduce the subject to the reality of needing to deal with all of the monsters in society.  It was to prepare her to be expecting always the next racist thing that would be said.  She had to keep on her toes afterall, if she expected to be able to complete the game and rescue the Shiite Muslim.  

    Just rush by gently, politely.  Make it to the civic core.  This is Alemba's one final focus.

    The only way to save the sufferer would be to make it that far.  And then, maybe when I get there, she thinks, then I'll have to think of something else to say.

    On the subject of the Lemonade Stand, which might have appeared sparsely in the residential district, nobody would buy from them.  And yet thousands of Children everywhere had an endless supply of lemonade stands.  It was an economic lesson.  Nothing can't get anywhere without anything to do about it.  We couldn't learn economic lessons in childhood because our parents didn't learn their lesson: nothing was never not worth something.  But it had slipped by these parents.  The actual financial worth of an single lemonade stand.  Everything they had paid for just so these children can play.  And the children would never value it because they didn't understand what it was actually worth.  Sugar.  Lemons.  An running freezer to keep the ice cold.

    It was worth more than they the children thought it was.  And shouldn't they be the ones getting an economic lesson then, of what it costs to run things.

    And this was part of that legal instrument which had cropped up that periodically sends Alemba monsters meant for her training.

    And she can't discern anymore whether it was all an setup: that the whole point of drawing her to the centre of the city might have all just been designed to train Alemba in order to deal with even worser monsters: those in the underground.  And so she came to the question of whether the angry Shiite was actually an prisoner.  Maybe he had been made up to motivate her.  But she had made that decision long ago: even if he wasn't real, she had to try to save him because if he was real then he needed her help.

    And if it was all an set up.  Just an program designed to train me.

    —Was there an piece of legislation involved in the lemonade stand?  Or was it really just about the exchange of commodity between the parents and the children?  Where the children don't end up learning exactly what lemonade is worth and exactly how many people will buy it.—

    Then wouldn't that be an cool type of fate anyway‽ she thought to herself.

    And then child lemons with fangs assail you throughout all of the middle (second of three) commercial city district where the sun gentlemen are; and the sky between its scrapers is filled with descending lemons which land and bounce extra-randomly.

    "He picked up the whole generation right there," said Anthabea.

    "The whole generation had lost its identity in the lemonade stand, because we couldn't determine its real commercial value without our parents," I said.  We were analysts looking at it from an analyst room.  The two of us.  Dressed fashionably with dark round little sunglasses and tightly buttoned corps.  Such reflective little buttons and material.

    "They need to figure out how much it costs to freeze the ice," said Anthabea, "and to keep it frozen."

    "Ya," I said.

    "And they need to know where lemons come from and how much they cost and what it takes to pick them."

    "Yes," I said unsettlingly.

    "And they need to know what sugar is made out of an where it comes from—and if they are playing it as an videogame they need to know how much electricity it takes to play it as part of the videogame's narrative."

    "And then they need to know enough math in order to add up all of the cost."

    "It really was an simple little procedure."

    "And if we could all find ourselves in that lemonade stand metaphor, not knowing even the most basic things about the economy.  Maybe we could figure ourselves out economically, finally; as an generation.  And design technology according to the algorithm of our feasible economy."

    "Will Alemba find out any of it?" asked Anthabea.

    "She has to—"

    End cutscene.

    Who were these two?  Anthabea and the nameless fellow.

    Super Alemba would find out later, but right now there was cloud of ghosts circling around her and she had the feeling that, when someone tried to make lemonade out of lemons they made all of those little sour children deserve to have sour mouths and not be paid anything.  The lemon children with fangs were striking the ground all around her with big SPLATS.  They didn't even care if they took her out, as long as they died!

    This has to be some sort of setup somehow, she's thinking, there are monsters out here but I think some of them are only put there as an example.  In order to train me up higher than such simple and basic monsters whom I can continue to dominate and thus not be afraid of any longer.  There are actually legal bitches up there, in the Towers of the Republic all over the place, and they are sending me slightly stronger monsters than I can handle, an little at an time in order to show me not to fear the real basic monsters that I see everywhere.

    There are pathetic attempts at further sexism: an dress that just consists of torn strips, and somehow there is an lighting attempt around an buxom invisible body with an lot of moxie.

    And she realizes she cannot tell the difference between the monsters being sent by the source of evil: Deogandci and Ssciense or the monsters being sent by the source of Good.

    Does it really matter anymore? she thought, self-consciously.

    I have already decided to go all out to try to save him, even if he isn't there.

    The point of the latter half of the game must be to derive an legal principle from which we can extract an new law.

    What kind of law would help the Shiite Muslim prisoner?

    The sufferer of the first fate worse than death.

    Not being recognized your whole life, you go to your death without anybody ever having found you.  Found the real you.  The real you deep inside of your person.

    One which restricts all orientalisms, racisms, sexisms, and all of the other—the other this in fact may be the most important category—if I wish to name it.  Prejudice based on someone's race or ethnicity.  The repression of prejudice based on someone's identity.  An subject-ness which rejects another person's form of social creativity.  The repressed object of the person himself being an repressed object to himself.  We need an law that will set the boundaries on what racism and orientalism means: rejecting another person based on physical appearance.  Prejudice within your own internal inner belief system.  That someone is less or inferior just because of how they look or what kind of manners they have.  What exactly is it that happens except some form of hate?

    An attribute.  An characteristic of someone is rejected because of an Jesus reason; making the person with that characteristic right about them (all they who would reject an person based on this aspect of their character).  The law needs to be about how to protect one another from misjudgment.  Worst kinds of misjudgment.  Entire cultures and social movements based on misjudgment.

    You can see the kind of scale of what we're working with.

    An law that pauses on something orientalist in order to reject it.

    'To crucify' becomes an verb for what is being done on the opponent.  Someone is crucified (socially) for their genetic history because incorrectly it is equated with being an liar or deviant type of character.  Someone is considered 'other' and not necessarily part of the group.  Someone is so other that I can't stand them.  I in fact spend my time hating them.

    And if it is an law to do with crucifixion there are all kinds of categories of what an crucifixion is.  To hold someone's race against them—is that an form of crucifixion?  Are there worse-than-death types of sub-crucifixion, maybe, that humanity hasn't spent enough time looking at?  If something can be worse than any form of real crucifixion why would anybody want to inflict that?

    And so, what we're looking at as an real model for the law is some kind of law that prevents people from using their own subjectivities of other people's characteristics in order to socially crucify them.  As though they were an villain or an criminal just because of something you noticed about them.

    An law that would address not only the source of all orientalism and racism, but also sexism and all other judgmental-isms—something that prevented people from using one another's physical attributes and characteristics against them.  (Known as ad hominem in philosophy).  One that would help serve this one person in particular, like an real Liberal party would do: that of the Shiite Muslim currently being incarcerated in violation of international law.  An law that would make him known to the world.  It might be modeled after the Philosophical Principle of ad hominen, then.  An person's argument cannot be disproven just because they have an certain type of health and appearance, an genetic type.  Or even an type of clothing or behavior.

    It would translate as, one could not discriminate against the incarcerated just because of his religious beliefs.

    But there would be more to it.  Other than just reinforcing the ad hominem principle in an community of academic argument it would have to apply to different states of mental being also; just because an person is sexist or racist or orientalist doesn't necessarily mean their argument can be proven wrong also just for that reason.  The repressed id is really an hatred of the self, mainly.  Anyone who hates another person this passionately must also hate themselves too.  And that is the real culprit then: self-ism.  The poor estimate of the self.  An estimation failure.  To underestimate oneself leads to hatred of the self.  Unable to draw accurate estimations of self then, among an community.  And one feels that their status there is largely powered by an locus of control that exists outside the self.  And so an law.  Yes, an law that protects people from misjudging themselves so that they won't end up being all-ists.  People who hate everything.  People who hate you just for the sake of hating you because you have that certain characteristic.  Anti-social beings.  Misanthropes.

    People wouldn't be allowed to imprison you just because they don't like you.

    They wouldn't be allowed to imprison you based on race, or sex; or type of relationship with the East.  Or because you have an particular set of religious beliefs.  Or if you hate yourself.

    The Shiite Muslim's fate, however, is not because he hates himself.  It's because you hate him.  All of you who would ever look at this like it was an game.  You are the reason he's there.  You judged him by racial profile.  You judged him as an man.  You judged that, just because he is an Shiite Muslim, he wasn't worth giving freedom.

    And his fate worse than death because of it.

    Something it would be better to die for than to live out.

    Being mistaken not only on an ethnic level but also as an read-out as an man: someone different.  Unimportant.  That can be lost and forgotten.

    Just because of that one specific attribute you couldn't accept about him.

    That was it.  Your hatred of him was your hatred of yourself.  Because of him, you couldn't accept that was part of who you were, and so you repressed it.  It was too terrifying.  It wasn't scalable to see an man who would point out such beliefs of his.  To go against Muhammad.  Which maybe, to them, wasn't in their own perspective about going against Muhammad at all.  And nobody wanted to go against Muhammad anyway.  They could all find common ground on that matter.

    But how would you write such an law?

    The law is set, that you cannot imprison people based on their religious beliefs, even if it was monstrous of you to do so.

    But how would that protect everyone from the racism and sexism inherent in orientalism.

    Why were the -isms coupled, tripled, even more together like doppelgangers and why did they always lead down to an worser and worser repression?

    Because they were all related in some way and had to do with one another.  The sexism was more because of the racism.  The racism was more because of the sexism.  And then, once you have those lines crossed, there was room for even more forms of hatred to grow.

    The law might start off by saying, in the event or case of someone suffering an fate worse than death, this law will become activated in order to do something to prevent further suffering.  If the reasons for someone suffering an fate worse than death were orientialism, racism, sexism, and self-ism versus all-isms.  Then one would need to take out the obstacles that were preventing that person from healing again.  Systematically, one dealt with how sexism against the Shiite subject happened to affect his body, mind, and mental health.  One deconstructed everything about him that had been inflicted on him by racists.  One disabused his everything in order only to free him from the fate worse than death.  And that was the most important goal in mind: not the obstacles it would take overcoming to get there.  We eventually wanted the subject to release the anger which perhaps they had directed toward themself.

    What we want, ideally, is the paranoid object (an category I have termed paranoism) to be released from the psyche, so that the person can again recognize that they are an moral figure and they deserve love and to love other people.  But how do you release an cathected object from the psyche when it concerns who someone else is, racially, ethnically, sexually, and even all of the things that they are?  Isn't it embarrassing to say in public that you have this sort of certain disorder of feeling anxiety over someone else's race?  Or even sex?  Or for other reasons?  How can an society continue to function if everybody just said all of the racist and sexist thoughts on their mind; having cleverly labeled them as thoughts and thus not constitutive of any criminal activity.  But even just to think them out as an sort of moral effort, an reflection that brings you to further insight about the self and the other.

    The law then, would be on the subject of individuality.  It is illegal to repress the self just because of race politics or sex politics.  It is illegal to attempt to repress that quality or part of another person by making yourself the own end of it.  It is illegal to hold any kind of self-ism over the person of your body.  As though you were discriminatory against your own selfhood.  Other than for fair consideration and estimation.  The end of all self-isms would mean the end of racism, paranoia, and the sexist orientalism.  "Exotic Women."  All-isms would be pointed out in political argument as being powerless to prevent us from loving one another anymore.

    And so the political answer to the first fate worse than death is an axiomatic law which guarantees the right of the personal self not to have to be discriminatory to itself in any way.  (An effort that would be repressive).  (The tell-tale sign 'itself' as though an object).  The law means basically you cannot be racist or sexist to yourself in any way, and so you have no reason to try to dominate and mollify others.  An law that prevents you from being sexist to that one specific Shiite Muslim.  An political prisoner.  An law that prevents you from being racist and mean to him.  An law that prevents all-isms from being an excuse to treat an person differently.  An law that makes discrimination based on religious belief no longer an instrument of the state.  An law that says, if you have an particular self-ism it isn't necessarily your fault and you are the type of person in need of psychiatric counseling and therapy.

    The final form of the law may be, in the event of an fate worse than death the normal rules of being in on it together (being complicit in the act of using an medium to communicate racist and sexist personal policies) the discrimination has to end by one person forgiving another (has to end by the other being able to see that the discrimination against the self is all that was ever really there).

    It's not so terribly horrific in this, its final form.

    People are mean to others because they have learned to be mean to themselves.

    Being able, finally, to get over it.  Takes an strong type of courage.

    People discriminate against others because they discriminate against themselves.

    And so how frightening really, is racism or sexism when that is all it is?

    People discriminate against Eastern religions because they themselves don't feel as magnanimous, perhaps, as these beautiful people from the east.

    All orientalism really is is someone discriminating against themselves, which makes them unable not to discriminate against others and feel this triumphant source of culture in the world.

    Even to the point of repressing it and suffering an valid mental illness.

    It might seem radical, but if there was an law against self-discrimination it might stand as further example for how we love ourselves and one another.

    If an trial case of court justice can prove the substance of psychological self-hatred and self-discrimination (not including yourself in an certain category because you're not good enough for it).  An form of self-love held out not to be given to the self (withholding love from the self as an real psychological concept).  It might go an long way toward the prosecution of the alleged convict. 

    Could you count yourself among convicts if you yourself had crossed that line in disrespect of the self in certain ways?

    And I feel that I have neutralized the problem.  If Super Alemba makes all of this possible it is worth it to complete her adventure to the centre of the city, where she will finally find out whether it was all an test or if the monsters were real.

    The reason the Shiite Muslim is suffering the fate worse than death is that people held it against him that he was self-hating or self-discriminatory when he wasn't: they were the ones who were self-discriminatory by hating him.  The only reason they discriminated against him was that they themselves couldn't love that part of themselves that said it was okay for him to have his own idea of religion and what it should be about.  Dear God Knows we need more opinionated and liberally outspoken religious scholars in this world.  Heaven forbid that it should ever hurt someone's feelings that our belief systems were different.  The truth is this Shiite prisoner is more merciful and more humble than you will ever be.  He can see through it and knows it isn't the hatred of himself by himself he needs to worry about: it is the hatred of others by themselves he needs to worry about.

    What is so unacceptable about an person, that you would need to / or have to try to make them suffer an fate worse than death?  Strip them of their race, culture, and identity.  Make them to feel like they were an bad person because they hated themself.  And the reason they hated themself was, racially, what they were.  Or sexually.  Or any other personal characteristics that can be applied to the person.  Just because you yourself hated you as an person.

    The fates worse than death must be handled carefully.  If we do not take care, our society might tumble down around us.  Humanity needs healing, that is sure.  Super Alemba's adventures are not over.  Every fate worse than death must be tracked down.  And ended.  Before it affects the general mental health of the species.

    And so Super Alemba will face Deogandci and Ssciense in an final battle.  To see whether they can be used to support the premise of the law.

    Will the science hold up to an critical race theory by reminding everybody we all have human D.N.A.?

    Will the Art History prove we have gifted talents from all over the globe, and we are not limited to orientalist ideals about what 'those people from over there' are for their unsophisticated art and craftsmanship?

    We are becoming globally conscious and we just need an little play to help us think through it.  In the final battle, Deogandci inflates hugely and Ssciense lights the gas on fire so she shoots flames at everyone.  If Super Alemba defeats them in order to put an new law into effect she may be able to heal the sufferer from his fate worse than death.  To make his life worth living again.

    And isn't that the correction this new law is trying to make?

    And so not only is it an law but it has an foundation.

    The reason to legislate against self-ism and the correction to save the Shiite Muslim captive prisoner so that he doesn't feel this terrible worse-than-death fate anymore.

     

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    What else is happening underground, if you choose to take the pipe system down into the pits of it at the beginning of the game?

    There are of course ten levels (matchy matchy with the city districts above); only the entire universe is upside down.  And the worst Super Villain at the heart of the downtown lair thinks his station of office is the best one in the city.

    You won't run into enemies but people will offer you things.

    You can choose to indulge as you so wish, without knowing exactly what kind of chemical compound is in there.

    There is an general hierarchy; the most dangerous criminals occupy and inhabit the further downward middle levels.  Richest and most powerful demons at the top of the hierarchy, the bottom of the sewer.

    They of course had fashion pants.  And interesting types of hats and jackets.  And not all of them were human of course.

    You have ten whole levels to explore down here.  And it's not the same kind of game as the above world.  It isn't side-scrolling level based.  It's an entire open area for exploration in 3-Dimenions.  You will unlock puzzles or fulfill Quests of Evil in order to advance to the deeper levels, one section at an time.  And of course, every time you try to unlock an new level you have to spar with one of the level bosses.  (These types of monster start out as level 1 type monsters on the surface yet strangely there they only increase to an maximum of five levels and the mystery about whether the top-world game design is an training system made for Alemba in which Dr. Grey Pilot or the fate-worse-than-death subject.  The Shiite Muslim.).  It's probably an setup, you are allowed to think, finally now that you have that whiff of the sewer; it's all crud.  Just an leveling system.  No one is in trouble.  They are just manipulating you.  I might as well hang out in here.  Underneath the city where I belong better.

    Vendors variously offer her tonic, cannabis joints, and infected mushrooms.

    If you eat the infected mushrooms they make you start shouting racial epithets like an person with Tourrette's Syndrome.

    It's an hard party to slink through and work around.

    Everything next is basically the guarantee the fate worse than death will continue.

    Nobody is doing anything about it down here.

    Nobody cares if the fate-worse-than-death subject is real.

    I have to look after myself.

    We're the real reason.

    We know the Shiite Muslim is an captive but what are we supposed to do about it?  We already know that it ended at some point.  We know that because Dr. Grey Pilot isn't the subject of the story anymore.  And we never found out what happened to him‽

    So what if people can't tell what race or religion he is?  He probably doesn't even exist.

    Who cares about his beliefs about Muhammad?

    (You see here why it is these inhabitants of such places which would think this).

    "Do you think we really care," said the Alligator in the dress suit, who appeared to be the foremost of the hierarchy of the danger, "Alemba?  Do you think we really care whether you try to save someone suffering the fate worse than death?  We have our own troubles and pleasures to deal with.  And who cares if they are suffering the fate worse than death; they will eventually die?  And it is all the same with all of nature; that all suffering will eventually die.  And so I need not take any precaution against things getting worse than death.  Except for my own self.  No matter what it takes.  No matter what I have to do."

    (What is really happening is she herself is suffering the fate worse than death, in part, because of the Shiite Muslim's fate and her empathy drive for it yet she's gone rogue since entering the underground and is now working against feeling empathic or sorry for him).

    Right, so as usual in the order of the hierarchy of the non-fictional world outside Super Alemba, Good & Evil together are the better good, and so angels are actually on the lower hierarchy being below the advantage of having both good (fairies) and evil (demons) operating together exactly in an modern republic.

    Therefore, really, angels are Evil (in the actual literal sense of the word) and not Demons, who are evil too their just not good (when compared to Fairies) at the same time.

    Angels were the actual ones we had to be worried about.

    Weren't they suspicious, at all, being as such?

    Or were they just Angels because they were the real Good?

    Somehow I doubt it.  Two heads is always better than one.  And when the heads are Demon and Fairy they have the most difference between them created, in which to helpfully include almost everybody by personality in the community.

    Real humans were just more like demons and fairies, than angels, and that was just how it really was.

    Anyone who would try to convince you they were an angel was suspicious, definitely.

    Who would actually do that?

    But there were real angels, I told myself.

    But not any one of them were human, I also told myself.

    And so I wondered about what Middle Eastern Culture was like when we divided them into demons and fairies.  And I would wonder what it looked like mythologically or how it reflected on them as persons.  Capitalistic, American-Sounding persons.  Of whom some of them were.

    Capitalism, as far as I was concerned, was the real way of doing business anywhere.

    If I could, capitalistically, describe some of them as demons and describe some of them as fairies; wouldn't that be worth something as an artistic product?

    And.  In the name of an product idea.  The Shiite Muslim was never rescued.

    Alemba did put the condom on.  But she was only an fantasy.  But since she was an fantasy, and she was an fantasy about, essentially, incest, it was strange that she would be an fantasy.  Of that type of thing.  And fantasies aren't generally about her putting it on Watt, because she's sure she wants to reproduce with Wage.  She already is her own daughter.  Just empathetically speaking, perhaps.  That it was an if / then scenario.  If she was just Alemba, and not Super Alemba, she might have something sexually to do with her own father.  She knows which one she wants to put the condom on (Watt) because she knows which one she wants to have an baby with (Wage) because he is more handsome.

    An Mummy had been resurrected under their feet; and they knew if it caught up to them they would be destroyed in the onset of turbulent gigantic force.  And so in order to be an republican one must always consider the metaphor of the mummy with all the time they have.  They had to rescue the captive before the time will run out.  If they went too fast they might miss out on experience points that would be needed to defeat Ssiense and Deogandci.  And so all was held within an delicate balance.