excerpt from THE ANSWER 

HOW TO TELL THAT YOUR RELIGION IS EVIL

provided by Government University New Religion Support Committee

Category: RUN

Top Ten Hints Your/A Religion is DEFINITELY EVIL if:

1: You want to quit and they kill you.

2: You say the wrong thing (blasphemy) and they kill you.

3: You commit adultery and they kill you.

4: You are homosexual and they kill you.

5: You refuse to convert and they kill you.

6: You insult the religions leaders and they kill you.

7: You are chosen as human sacrifice or suicide murderer.

8: You are ordered to kill anyone for “God”.

9: You are ordered to participate in killing of religious “Law Violators” for “Gods Justice”.

10: Any other types of killing either you or anyone for any reason.

Category: WALK AWAY

Top Ten Hints Your/A Religion is PROBABLY EVIL if:

1: The religion restricts your freedom of movement (kidnapping, locked gates/doors)

2: Oppressive dress/behavior/social/family codes enforced by physical punishments.

5: Open brandishing of weapons/torture devices during religious events.

6: Mens/Wymyns social rules/roles unequal and enforced by physical punishment.

7: Destruction of property/religious artifacts of any other religion.

8: Claiming territory as religiously exclusive and displacing/killing (see above category: RUN).

8: Your religion expects imminent apocalyptic event that kills all except “us”.

9: Your religion says that your religion must “rule the universe”.

10: Your religion insists it is the only valid one justifying the mistreatment/denigration of the concepts/people of any other religion.

Category: STAY MINDFULLY AWARE

Top Ten Hints Your/A Religion COULD TURN FULL EVIL:

1: Religious leaders wear ridiculous hats resembling sexual organs/antlers.

2: Invoking “Gods Will” during tragedy/natural disasters that impact those of other religions.

3: Your religion wants increasing amounts of money for access/advancement/salvation.

4: Your religion sells salvation/advancement at your deathbed for money/property.

5: Your religion insists all the other religions are “out to get it”.

6: Your religion wants you to sell cheap/expensive products “endorsed by God”.

7: Your religious leaders need money because "God wants" them to be wealthy.

8: Your religion says it is OK to do some evil deeds (see above Category: RUN) as long as you invoke “Gods name” during the action.

9: Your religion says it is OK to do some evil acts (see above Category: RUN/Category: WALK AWAY) and it is“Gods Will” if you get away with it.

10: Your religion needs a place to stay and moves in with you.

This is not a complete list. Remember religious freedom means evil people can have religion too. Don't forget evil religions will use good people to further their evil activities. If you think your religion is evil call for help right away. Government Religious Support Rescue Teams are on call 24/7/365 Solterra wide.

Traci from THE REASON

excerpt from THE LESSON

PAY PARTY NIGHTMARES

Several taxi trapped hours later I’m informed by my suit that the Great Eight Senior Researchers will not allow me to start investigating the Roman Catholic Church at this time. That’s not a definite ‘no‘, just a ‘maybe later‘. Moody tells suit that there are six ongoing SR reports on them already. And not one publishable yet.

On Balance Demarist has been busy setting up a professional conference for us. He was the first to get there and had to hold the fort till Space and I paid off the taxi fare. What a scene it was when we waltzed in late, total chaos and anarchy. It was perfect for productive research. Poor Demarist though, he was first confronted by numerous irresolvable existential catering dichotomies of the Kosher Halal Vegan variety, this was followed by a severe pummeling of the morals with regards the bar inventory then caught up into speaker scheduling turf battles aggravated by massive jargon overload. He was a complete wreck by the time we arrived.

“This is too serious!” I couldn’t hear my Mexican polkas. Suits speakers were drowned out by the uproar. I cranked up the volume.

Demarists mission had been to soften things up, make inroads, or an outline at least. I had hoped he could guide the discussions.

“They’re all sick…! Sick! Sick! Sick!” That explains everything of course. He should not have tried to stand in front of the buffet. I could see plainly now that he was no match for their paid conference skills. Never, never bring out the food till you’ve had the chance to size up the room, get the speakers with something to say talking before everyone’s too drunk. Speech’s first, drinks then food then more talk then open the bar again. The ignorance of youth. Now the food was gone and more than half the booze too!

The thing to do was separate the two main groups. That would cut down on the lines at the bar. Nobody gets paid till the conference is over so they’ll stick around till the funds transfer. So I released the dog on them! “Herd Space! Split them by disciplines! Good boy!” His way of accomplishing this was to leap up on the buffet and attack the platter of chicken bits.

“Demarist!” “Yes.” “You did what you could. Now go away and get drunk quick!” “Sure.” He fled.

I got suit to load up the 120db PA ap and I got them all to shut up with a fifteen second blast of a G major chord. While they rubbed their ears I insisted all industrial Philosophers (six of them, not one a Weiser), Intelligeneers (a whole group from CA NA), and Physicists (had to be thirty of them all clutching display projector lami's) go into the banquet annex room next door. They grumbled and took their drinks and platters of G-tank seafood. I sent a bartender to set up for them out there. This left the Forensic Psychiatrists and Behavioral Chemists alone with the Lawyers from the Government Universities Social Engineering sub-contractors. I felt this was a fair match up. The Physicists and Psychiatrists would have been inconsequential anyway together not getting any words in on the Lawyers. Things got back to a dull cacophony of arguing and point making quickly.

Psychiatrist number one, Gruffy I call him, was speaking sideways all round about how the conscious and the unconscious and preconscious and id and ego and all couldn’t be recorded. I pointed out that isn’t art in its many forms a record of the ego? I was sneered at. He grumbled about maligned subjectivity. His back up team included several holographic Behavioral Chemists to contend with the Behavioral Chemists brought in by the Social Engineers. They mumbled incessant reductionistic bullshit. It was a pit of snarling opinions all around me that I could move through and step into an argument and if it didn’t interest me move onto the next. Some just ignored the rest and held forth on their own anxious to get what they had to say transcribed into my report as everything going on in both rooms was being well recorded for inclusion.

The debate was more for their personal benefit financially rather than to perhaps illuminate my report what with the latest generous consulting fee schedule. They all can charge the Government big bucks for ‘consulting’ and get their name in the back of the report too. I invited them all here to answer my questions, which I provided in advance and I’ve already decided these questions were too easy.

Certainly I could be wrong.

No mind can be separated from itself.

The dreams hold the key I think.

This all began with dreams of desire. Of emulation. Of the demands of economies of scale. Dreams and fantasies so easily seen are worth attempting to fulfill. For Manuelo de Boveray many were eager to help. The point where the act of fulfilling the dream of the economy met the dreams of the sampled people blurred the reality of the objective, the reality of a plausible goal. What began as a molded cultural dream has become a myth of accomplishment. Can a myth created to describe what can only be a dream be the accomplishment? That’s about all that’s been accomplished so far.

Yes the dreams hold the key. The paradox in the data is rooted in the dream state data stream, its affects grew into the real time knowledge.

How could a data acquisition array tell dreaming from reality? It doesn’t. It relies on the stream of data to arrive. Content only matters later to the EIO machine. The physical context of the subject shown in the data is the only marker, a heart beating, the clock ticking in sequence. Realities all blur during sleep while dreaming. The dream clock language the self uses to describe what’s going on is no help later. A dreamer can look at a clock in a dream and think that is the real time. For a dreamer in a dream when trying to decide what to call a period or episode, to describe it as a dream or reality, the internal tests break down. If the mind of the subject doesn’t know if it is awake or dreaming when dreaming with time suspended how can a machine interpreting data tell?

Points of view vary. Two stories from two sources of the same event are always varied. The Green Apples study attempts to qualify a point of view by technology. It takes forty people as a team to record all the responses available from one. They become corroborators by technology, the witnesses for reality. The data is supposed to be a representation of a point of view, the subjects point of view. The cluster paradox phenomena strikes then thus two separate points of view exist, and one point of view, the original, the subject itself disappears. The only version left is the flawed sample data. What connects these sampled people is not the occurrence of paradox it’s Manuelo de Boveray deciding to download the samples. These are the ones he bought, the only ones. No sampled person unconnected has become un-find-able. Some clustering of paradox data occurred among them only to have been filled in properly by the compensating patches. No other data compromised, no body missing.

The subjects must have been removed from their lives in order to stop any further sampling, to stop a checkup of progress. The records of the data saved by the Green Apples folks for posterity are now the only version of their lives, their points of view. After purchase by de Boveray the data packets containing the green Apples were relayed through W24. Two versions of each now are separated by the vastness of space. Were MDBs copies already compromised? Did the cluster paradox affect those versions differently, or at all? Are the Mars samples pristine?

Which life story is to be believed? Was this a valuing of the data by destroying the source and all other records? Could this be a way of erasing identities? The source is gone. The record is damaged. Who’s the narrator? Not I. The computer sampling? The scientists? The Government? Why is a sample so important to the completion of MDBs planned grand being? Why eighteen of them?

Usually when a story is told the teller cannot directly enter into the minds of those that are talked about. Here the stories are the minds themselves.

A handy dandy Mythologist among the Forensic Psychiatrists is there to explain it all.

“Myths are ways of dealing with problems and finding solutions that face humanity. Stories using symbolism and characterizations to answer all the ultimate questions. Shaped by cultures and language use myths are insights into the way people think about reality. Myths provide the stories that create the basis of the way people look at their culture. Nothing is accepted into a cultural psyche that are not strongly rooted in a myth that rationalizes changing events. Much of extraordinary history becomes myth much later in the future. Data manipulation cannot be subject to myth. Myth and math don’t add up

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“Demarist, get me a Forensic Mathematician fast!”

“He’s at the bar getting drunk.”

“The mathematician?”

“I want to talk Boolean realities. I want subjective paradigms. I want to swap meta-compact maximums.”

“Oh! There’s a fight in the annex!”

The myth guy won’t give up. “This is a myth making event. A transitional phase. We make myths to attain the unattainable. To fulfill dreams.” Dreams again. “An upheaval is about to take place in what is taken for granted. The myth is the forming of reality in the minds of the world. Can humanity build artificial humans? Did it happen already? Is there a way to record a mind? It seems possible because we can see that it could be done with what we have now. We just don’t know if it really has yet. It’s a myth in the making.”

Suit got one on holo. I waved for silence at those nearby.

“Listen.” “Mathematician there?”

“Yes.”

“What’s reality?”

“What?” “What?”

“I’ll get back to ya.”

“Well, who’s writing this myth anyhow?”

“We are!”

Demarist has gone, getting drunk on my orders. Now I really hope he didn’t do it and I hope he just went to bed to rest up

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“Sleep. This sleep thing keeps coming back to me. Hey dreams. Huh? Dreams.” Yeah me too.

“The sampled dreams are being analyzed right now.”

“What about the sullied data?”

“Bit by bit but the dreams are where the first paradox clusters occurred.” “I read that!” “As psycho psychological.” “Behavioral chemistry.”

“You guys got all the answers.”

“Reality is this!” Shouts the holographic mathematician. He points to a projection scrawled with symbols.

“That’s an equation! Could you make it a word problem maybe, like a shuttle leaves Seattle on vector 212 at 42,000 KPH...”

“I’ll get back to ya…”

“Hey Psychiatrist guy…”

“Doctor.”

“Yeah sure you are. Hey some of these people sampled were clearly nuts. Doctor de Boveray was nuts. The guys that marketed the data were nuts. The data went nuts. How are you feeling? All there? No nuttiness?”

“Not in me.”

He just dressed nutty (gaudy sweater). This was no longer fun. The social engineers wouldn’t talk to anybody and the philosophers and lawyers wouldn’t shut up.

“Let the intelligeneers back in!” That will break up the fight. “Boo!” “Arrgghh!” “Grr!”

“They think they know everything!”

That’s the best I can describe the groan that rose up from the participants.

“You Researcher you! You’ve got to understand! You’re playing with fire here! If you say he did it, it won’t matter if he did or not! Everyone associated stands to make or lose billions!”

“Who did what? Make a list of the losers and billionaires and give it to Demarest.”

“The power of the Senior Researchers must be checked! This system is out of control! You researchers have overstepped the bounds. You make everyone jump. I’m sick of it!”

“How do you spell your name? Rest assured your opinions are being well recorded.”

“Nice buffet though.”

“Is this your dog chewing my pants leg?”

“Yeah great food this time Paul.”

“Yup, I’m coming back for sure if I get invited.”

“Stop that Space! No!”

Just then a new large group of surly Lawyers pushed through the doors.

“Lawyers for the families of the disappeared!”

“I hear they are contemplating suing you Researcher.”

Well there goes a thousand scroll screens in my report. “I’ve been sued by the highest paid lawyers in Soltera and I have nothing left to loose”

“Besides this is active evolving history, every lawsuit just adds to the record.”

“Thank you Librarian.”

This conference was unofficially over upon the arrival of the Librarian. His military escort and liaisons scared everyone away from the buffet. They crowded the bar, ordering drinks for Space, and some were already picking fights with the Philosophers. The Psychiatrists disappeared from the room first. The Intelligeneers left in a group huff cause no one would talk to them. The hologram of the Mathematician was studiously reading from a large old fashioned leaf paper book. The Librarian and one of his Para-military shadows lean over to try and get a look at it but the holo resolution wasn’t clear enough.

“What’s that you’re reading there Doc?”

He had to look at the cover before he could answer:

“…Reality…”

excerpt from THE LESSON


GENERAL PARTICULAR

In the peripheral vision of my right eye I glimpse a large hairy hand as it grips down upon my shoulder. This is what happens every time I go out without Space to watch my back.

“Mister Dvorak.”

My forward momentum combined with the hand there makes me spin in my tracks. As I am unhanded I turn to face a two star General dressed as a maint worker in blue hot lami’d coveralls. I recognize his face from the group at the Utah flesh fry.

“Mister Dvorak. I’ve got to talk to you.”

“Ok. Talk.”

“What I have to say is very important could you please turn off your suit? I’d like this to be off the record.”

“Oh my suits not on.” I’m very casual.

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“Is.”

“Isn’t”

“Is. I can see that it’s on. It just went ‘boop’”

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“That wasn’t me.”

“My coveralls say your suit is on.”

“Well turn off your coveralls.”

“You turn off your suit first.”

“You first.”

“You won’t be sorry. Believe me you really do want to hear what I want to tell you. But I don’t want your suit to overhear.”

“But your coveralls can hear? It’s okay for them to listen in but not my suit.? General I know you’re monitored.”

“Ssshh don’t call me that! I’m not Gen…” He whispers. “You are mistaken Mister Dvorak. My name is Sam. Sam the maint guy. I am just Sam. Call me Sam.” Sam I am….green suits eat spaceham.

“Ok General Sam.” He cringed. “I’ll turn off my suit now. The master tab is in here though…in a sec…down in there…ah there it is.” My suit went dead. The flashing boop-ing lami pocket data flaps faded. “Now turn off your coveralls.” After some squirming his ID ‘maint Sam’ faded and went dark. For all I know his pants were off, though he could have merely hit the dimmer tab as I did. I have no doubt we were being monitored in many other unknown ways. This is after all the popular Retro Nozzle Pub on Balance.

 General ‘Sam’ leads me to one of the half EG 4D padded booths in the back. The décor of this booth is reminiscent of an antique orbital capsule interior, this being of course a retro theme bar. I bring my Marstini.

“You have friends on our side.” He confides.

“I do? Side of what?”

“Yes. We got you into the PACSA demo. We keep Major Savage in our loop. We watch out for her. There is a lot going on in the third echelon of the military counter to the Smith Smolt power clique.” What a mouthful.

General maint guy Sam kept his hands on the table. I remember him and his pals in Utah, they had the ostracized look of alien EXTINT about them. They stood by while the Mathers Carp crew kicked us out.

“There are some who don’t want them to succeed. We will help you all we can.”

“Succeed at what?”

“It’s Gentech with what’s left of Intellicorp and AIOOIA. They want a war. They’re out to start a war. A big one. A total planetary solar system war. They want to overthrow the civilian popular Government and create a militaristic totalitarian regime.” It has been done before.

“Through the threat of aliens?”

“They don’t care about aliens!”

“How will they get the Government to where it can be defeated?”

“They don’t need to defeat it directly. They want complete technological superiority.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are planning a techno war. First an info coup then subjugation by technical means.”

“Meaning?”

“Artificial intelligent bipedal humobotic weapon platforms backed by self-sustaining deathbots that can refuel from any carbon source.”

“Blast and suck?”

“That too but skip the suck.”

“Why are you telling me about this?”

“They must be stopped. You must stop them.”

“Me! What can I do? I haven’t made my report yet. My Librarian is missing. I don’t have an army.”

“Expose them and then the Government will have to act. A Senior Researchers report is history. They will read it.”

“Yeah ancient history. Researchers don’t stop wars we document old wars, usually.”

“Expose their threat.”

Three more maint guys came into the bar and looked pointedly towards our booth. General Sam saw them too.

“I have to go now. You didn’t turn your suit off did you? I didn’t think you really would.”

“Well I …ah…”

“Farewell Dvorak. I’ll keep in touch. We’ll help you all we can. But beware, Smith has many friends inside and outside the military. Trust no one. Even me.”

“Even you?” as if I ever did.

“I didn’t turn off my pants either. Those guys there mean trouble is coming…I gotta go.”

“Bye General er Sam.”

He and his three maint pals left by the fire exit door to the utility corridor as six uniformed weapons systems packing square head types came in the front. They ignored me while they crowded the bar ordering up soft drinks.

Genitech is another huge anonymous manipulative interplanetary corporation. I encountered them at the periphery of my rogue canned-plus research. Its subsidiary Boisebryo is suspected by Chevrolet of being responsible for the numerous Wilson Phillips’s and recent Philip Wilson’s. Genitech is listed as a privately held corp with hints that it is owned mostly by AIOOIA and Intellicorp. I think Sue Virtue works for them now.

So the military is split again. This time by friends and followers of ex General Smith and those that oppose him. I should send my new friends some entertaining new vids featuring Smith Smolt and Carp. They should see what they are really up against.

Why would a company like Genitech push for war? New markets for limbs and organs? Fleshy practice targets? Grow your own soldiers? Yeah…all the above.