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A hatch opened in the side of his vehicle, and some attachments, that looked like a very large spatula and some tongs, emerged and scooped me up.  I couldn,Äôt tell if it was gentle or not, as my body was totally numb at this point, but the occasional mutterings from Name didn,Äôt give me much confidence.  Eventually, I was dumped into some sort of medical-looking cot with various attachments looming all around it, fortunately on my back.  Name got up from the controls, and stood over me.

,ÄúDamn, you look like shit.,Äù

,ÄúWh. Ah. Yuh...,Äù

,ÄúHold on a sec.  I can flush the poison, but we may as well take advantage of the situation.,Äù  He removed the splints on my arm, and then with little grace, planted one foot in my side, and pulled as hard as he could.  I could hear various pops and cracks as he re-broke the bones.  If I could grimace at the sound, I would have.  I couldn,Äôt feel anything, but I knew he just undid whatever sort of healing had been taking place.  I wanted to scream at him, but I was helpless.  He proceeded to do the same thing with my leg.  Turning away from me, he pressed a few buttons on the ship,Äôs wall, and a shell-like lid closed over my body, leaving only my head exposed.  I could feel my body being pulled and prodded by unknown devices, and Name went back to his controls.  I could still see him from the cot as the persistent rumbling got louder, and he began to speak.

,ÄúYeah, so, I was hanging out at the Open Bar, when Mangrove started talking about you.  Said you were all off on some quest with some hot chick.  Didn,Äôt see her with you, I hope you had the good sense to put her in some safehouse before coming to the Mountain.  Anyway, no one had heard from you for a while, so Open Bar put some tracers out, and wouldn,Äôt you know, the fuckin,Äô cops are looking for you.  You really got to learn how to keep your head down, y,Äôknow? 

,ÄúAnyway, on a hunch O.B put in a call to Zeke,Äôs.  Which leads us to here, and to now.,Äù  He stood up again, and grabbed a syringe from a compartment in the wall.  ,ÄúOk, I guess the medbot,Äôs done what it can.  Time to set you free.,Äù  He jabbed the needle into my neck, and dropped the plunger.  A warmth spread through my shoulders, and crept down my chest.  I could feel my throat loosen up, and I swallowed.  I opened my mouth.  I wasn,Äôt sure what to say.

Then it got to my arm.  The warmth turned to fire, and I could feel every newly-broken bone. I screamed.  And then it hit my leg.  I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, and I could hear Name scramble around, muttering to himself.  Another jab in my neck, and I was out of my body.  Out of my head.  The bastard gave my synthetic OBE, I thought.  What the fuck is going on here?

,ÄúI heard that,,Äù he said, tapping the side of his goggles.  ,ÄúA neat little trick I picked up from the scrids.  Float for a while, we,Äôll talk.,Äù

"Boom Shanka!"

No shit?



Man, usually the ones that try to kill all the newborns who are a threat tend to get whacked in the end.  How did Zeus manage it?

Zeus?

Don't you mean Kronos?

As foretold in the prophecy, Cain shall be felled by a skanky ho.

It only implies arrogance if he claimed he was the ubermensch, himself.  As far as I know, he didn't. 

It seems to me that the height of arrogance is to say that humankind is already at it's highest peak, and that there's no way we can be better.




In the same way, saying, "you're in a black iron prison, and I'm not!" is much different than saying "we're all in a black iron prison, I'm just showing you the bars."

Cain, would you like to do the honors?


You're much better at connecting the dots with shit like this.

Whoops.

Wrong thread.

Theory: Alberto Gonzalez & the White House planned the VA Tech shootings to draw attention away from the Attorney/E-mail/Sole Executive Power fiasco.

this statement from him struck me:

For they must all bear within themselves the laws of number, and it is precisely number which is most astonishing in things. All that conformity to law, which impresses us so much in the movement of the stars and in chemical processes, coincides at bottom with those properties which we bring to things. Thus it is we who impress ourselves in this way. In conjunction with this, it of course follows that the artistic process of metaphor formation with which every sensation begins in us already presupposes these forms and thus occurs within them.

all this is completely and solely contained within the mathematical strictness and inviolability of our representations of time and space. But we produce these representations in and from ourselves with the same necessity with which the spider spins.

Is he saying we can't escape the numbers?  That by our own creation in numbering and the systems and laws they are relayed within we have bound ourselves?  Also that the metaphoric creation is possibly bound in this manner or that metaphoric formation is our way of escaping the numbers...or is it both? 

Pretty much the first three, yeah.  If we are the pattern makers, one of the fundamental patterns we use are the numbers.  But numbers themselves are abstractions of metaphors (if each lemon is slightly different from the others, then the word "lemon" is a metaphor.  To say that we have 5 lemons, you are stacking the metaphors together, making patterns of patterns).  We tend to think in the foundational systems we have made, so our thinking is contained within the numbers; that is, the numbers we use influence and shape our pattern making.

I like where he went with this, in that patterns are dissolved in dreaming, as well as in some art, so that experiencing art is akin to dreaming.

At least, I think that's what he said.






Also, YA: Shut up.

If I get free, I'll answer this.

Cowass, just take the hit, apolpgize, say you've learned your lesson, and let the whole thing die.

Try mixing a little pragmatism in with your philosophy. That's how we got a lot of the BIP Material.

For example, your third and fourth paragraphs could easily be expaned upon as to how it actually affects your life, and what you can do about it.

Question:

What's your point?

I mean, if you're gonna postulate an unprovable thing like firet base, and then relate it to Plato's Cave and the Law of Fives, then you should probably have a conclusion.

That is to say, what do I do with this, if it proves viable?

Considering that most porn is about the de-humanization of the main characters, plus taht most black porn supports sterotype of the savage Mandingo brute, then no, I'm not surprised.