Chapter Four: The bck and white bouquet

  It is a tragedy the Western fathernd strode with a quickening fleet to graciously praise and no longer harshly name that shylock and ignoble pleasure seeker, whose drive is status and banality and women (occasionally men) to enjoy bodily with no tenderness. Practically owns people and does their child abandon. Money they collect without care for creation or bettering lives. He’s no longer dubbed scoundrel, miser, or sleaze with spirit in fray but a gracious hero. Even if he deceived to gain every feminine touch and swindled every penny by lying about the benefits of his substandard product or built it via the hands of hungry children.

  Seen as masculine, galnt, his self-centred cowardice once detested is now seen as strength; from safety of business confines, sends bourers to their premature deaths. His female trivial counterpart too loves only things of power, their benevolence non-existent. He and his produce valued for the image he sells and not their true merit. Farewell the Miser.

  A voice spoke, as one currently plugged into a virtual-haven and who called himself Mist, listened. Though he would be better known by his birth name, Evan. Unsure of his locale he found himself noting its songful speaking; like free-running, chorus-less music: bizarre yet highly-controlled.

  Doused in such depth as to-be-beautified or a mere amplifier to some unknown fear: he went with the former as both a violin-lover and being unfearful as a matter of course. Truly such voice…A traditional male’s of moduted command, that seemed near-craven paired with the carer’s gentleness.

  “Monovalent is hacked, your connected minds are brought as one within him virtually, so I may with each of my interlocking vios, sombrely converse. Self-imposed death is the disgraced nobleman’s haven, his forgotten honour. I plea for an end to Aryan’s and I’s dominator trident and with your consent, its demise is keyed.”

  “I know you,” Evan said, “you’re our co-inventor, that deformed partner of Aryan’s; but why don’t you kill yourself instead and obliterate your bastard union to him, snake-man.”

  He noticed mostly by happenstance, his interest not even now piqued, Alice lying there. Pale and sleeping, yet her face tears spyed. She was angled toward the beast upon his oddly-shaped, scaled shoulder.

  “Wake up,” the beast commanded her, exasperated, yet turned to reveal an impossibly-tender expression, a steadily-sweetening gaze, that Mist personally found nauseating but expected she might rather be taken by. “I don’t feel well,” she murmured at the giant thing whose arms she within id. He grasped harder, muscles tightened around her stirring form and with the gentle movement of his mouth, she was fully roused with simir action taken in the end of a fairy-tale, twisted lips on the bowed.

  “Her now bleating mouth furthered in its rose colouration from a once more morn red. A mouth so nicely set on one airy, soft, and simir in colour to sheep’s fleece. Small as peony and with lips that my or any man’s would’ve utterly sleeved,” Emanuel thought.

  Proof as Emanuel himself stated, “were more pleasant when pretty things whined.”

  Startled, she looked at him with a repellence that did briefly flitter, and yet, too, her senses garbled in a joyous awe. Chemical and electrical. She was sickened by the tug of Monovalent trying to remove them from Emanuel’s influence and his programming, she nevertheless felt the beast’s lightly hesitant touch; familiar in its concern yet cking any grovelling or shame. Thus, unabashed and not in any manner akin to anything she’d before known.

  She did then shudder and murmured something as their “captor” (chortling at the thought of naming himself this) knowing he’d be wickedly inciting every brittle, “liberated” female’s fury. A self-procimed unapologetic swine. He Imagined all the bright nerves in her Shiver body. With their cellur stems having risen and then fallen in a growth-tidal like the seasoned pnt-creeper. All moving to alight an engineer’s perfectly-aligned gears, his precisely-intune valve.

  Former chemical ties of Sibyl Farling he had replicated. She was both cloaked in her former self, yet never. My love walking in the spirit and flesh false, bene-Elohim motoring wingless. I did renew the unique DNA strand’s aether but she was left madied. Still, is in now boundless bloom returned.

  That’s the most important part of this, he thought, removing myself from the equation. I fear my wickeder inclinations will keep causing me to interfere and so must leave and make myself, again, obsolete. I shouldn’t interfere. Yet part of me rues to eviscerate his evils.

  “Soon you’ll see through the false-shimmering shield and into a loveless humanity. Man brights the poisoned-product of factory-dwelling. Mined shale, broke grace. Famishes for the fair. Readied to harvest stained nuclear-war gold grain and itches to pluck all that’s tainted. With the enrged swell of a gluttonous heart misid, alongside unhealthful redness and all the carcinogenic fruits of our bour.”

  “ I feel I must expin the origins of this entire thing; as a fair founder of the Shiver project and its predecessor “in God’s image.”

  “We must faliate sinte- welcome health with a cheer. Grow the good of the uniting will, the grand collective.”

  Evan said up from where he’d been seated next to Alice, currently also in the form of her virtual realm counterpart, Shiver.

  “That’s that game you invented. Shiv and I pyed it. It contains a God simir to the Old Testament’s and an eventual Judgment Day and you’re Nephilim. Don’t wish to share the earth with humans. Yet you cannot banish or cause them injury or incite battle under his w. So have to figure out a way to make them destroy themselves, without causing any direct harm. Thus bars all obvious mechanics such as viruses, nuclear war, hostile takeover etc.”

  “People couldn’t figure out a way for ages until someone uploaded themselves pying it; you I presume? You’re a scientist who spearheads and introduces an appearance-altering technology where you could splice yourself with machine, pnt and even animal. Did so, in a world utterly obsessed with specialness. Since anyone could and did, make themselves generic blonde beauty with maybe a tail and varied other looks, they grew as you predicted, tired of these homogenized and limited forms.”

  “Started using many animal and boratory-created parts, furry-marsupial ears and continuously needed something new. Soon engineered themselves using animal, cybernetic and twisted human DNA into monsters ever trying to outdo; competing for that greatest hybrid combination: longest neck, rgest, most complex eyes, the powerfulness of great beast arms, most exotic wings.”

  “Yet their bodies grew more and more bizarre and sometimes didn’t work properly, yet they ignored warnings of public health crises and side effects as they were not hurting anyone but themselves and to stop them, was an infringement on their rights to to do with their body as they will.”

  “The mergers caused numerous health complications, and the effects got worse generationally yet you ensured the studies showcasing this, were hushed by trillion-dolr industries in charge who controlled the tech and vilified people who protested. On mass silenced. Hateful for their attempts to criticize others' personal choices.”

  “Being so vain, entitled, prideful, they showed more concern in not critiquing others wants than worrying for their safety. Never refused any foolish desire or pride. Continued to genetically alter their forms to suit their individuality; under libertarian promises of utter liberty to the point of self-endangerment. Happily, accepted risk, sickened and died.”

  “When Judgement Day came there were no good people or even humans at all, left on earth. Only self-obsessed, decaying monstrosities and they watched as the Nephilim took paradise. I pyed the virtual version it was fun coming up with other methods. Instead of only a few, select doomsday scenarios programmed in as pyable, you theoretically could have any.”

  “Monovalent created all the almost dazzling effects on the ter versions to make it reality mimic. The original is a little crude now, though Shiver says she tried it once. The engine uses various calcutions to determine what methods are successful, making it more like a riddle or a puzzle.”

  Emanuel nodded fervently, touching a course, scaled area that would in normal men be bearded. “Yes. I was the creator and that uploader and ah the ending; none left in God's image. Those poorly Forlornidae( they of many forlorns) ailing."

  As newly-wickedness rode in on liberty in a love-hearted yet graced-illy with the veil of ilealid.( devouring coverings). As well as the originator of the idea, I did mechanics, coding, and mathematical formus. Called it, theorem of the Merid.”

  “With help from Aryan, we found various end-of-world scenarios humanity couldn’t survive. Discovered with our most accurate projections, that our likelihood of surviving the next thousand was near-nill."

  “Problem-solving; extrapoting people’s likeliest behaviors including veering from one extreme to another, on moral, social and political scales. Viewing things as they are now, have before been and all foreseeable technologic changes to work out possible futures. This’s something adept minds like mine (alongside machines like Monovalent) can use our skills of calcution and analysis for.”

  “This method was simply furthered; we made predictions on a vaster scale and thus more fine-tuned, liable-to-be accurate.”

  “Obvious things such as loss of purpose or will to live, becoming too immersed in virtual worlds did not end of days yield; could use them in conjunction but I rarely calcuted them as likely to be in most circumstances finishing off people entirely. The drive to stay living is more resilient than that."

  “Yet stamina is still fleet-footed. Without war and greed’s self-inflicted harm, we’re still often doomed to carelessly, shallowly living. Pnetary strain leads toward more unsurvivable conditions or chemical substances released, that destabilize life’s very molecur bonds. Mankind's death can come in so many ways."

  "Did you upload any other versions?" Alice inquired. Now upright and looking a little more flushed.

  "Yes. Though none so personally-beloved. There’s one where humanity attempted to harvest more energy from the sun, hoping to use the energy to build interpnetary spaceships however the engineering of the star-lifters proved faulted, and the money invested in them left the country broke under its Dyson sphere, and its dense swarm of gactic machines. Soon going array, the self-replicator robots harvesting the energy, begun reproducing relentlessly and rapidly( as been gifted ability to) due to a misfire in their programming.”

  “So much so, that they eventually broke the supporting structures and electromagnetic pull that held these Nanos together. Eventually in dangerous numbers was their dead debris flung to earth and all about the nearby universal matter.”

  “Though initially, people had the idea it might be a lethal project to undertake, it was considered to raise such concerns, anti-scientific-progress.”

  The media, the government, we the pioneers with the agenda said. ‘"Only obstinate, ignorant, science-fearing conservationists afraid of change, resisted improvement.”'

  “The water crisis was one, where pnts were engineered into providing fresh drinkable liquid yet became contaminated with parasites due to filtration errors. The government gave corporate owners extra money to bring in sanitation engineers to fix the issue."

  "Brought in only foreign, fairly unskilled ones poor-trained and who superficially and temporarily solved it in nearby pnts where the bourers and poor townsfolk water originated. Some tich's vils forked out for better engineers to repair their systems"

  "Many of the lower csses perished but foreign aid was brought in as repcement, they too contracted the ailment. Many died spreading it to families back home. Soon other fws occurred in the poorly-fixed filtration including bacterial strains now being transmitted across css-barriers by the servants and food providers handling wealthy inhabitants' food."

  "Meanwhile parasite mutated over the years within poverty-stricken, uncured bodies to be a little less deadly yet spread easier and started affecting modern-day nobles."

  "Who dealt medically with the first strain in their community but let peasantry suffer without affordable care and also continue handling their foodstuffs and management of their homes and builders of their products thus allowed its existence to continue."

  "Felt safe as initial strain cured with expensive medication only avaible to well-moneyed. Yet had inadvertently let it mutate in the poor."

  "Eventually in manner so it produced a immuno-destabilising chemical compound that made it harder for the body to fight or recognise the parasite as a threat and as side-effect also disrupted a key protein responsible for brain function in humans."

  "Mass loss of intelligence and capability of two-thirds of people left cities to ruin. Wild animals devoured and hunted the mentally-incapacitated and the unaffected found death through exposure, civil dispute and madaptive to fight viral and bacterial infections for so long medicated away."

  "Your role in this is not as a science figure but as a propagandist and political pundit to promote the futility of any mass welfare or government wealth redistribution as thievery from the rightly-earned. When taking this approach, the game sometimes didn’t involve a widespread infection but ended in war or viral/bacterial disease, and even with these things, there was often human survival of thousands more years and your mission’s failure."

  ‘"Wealthy equity causes the loss of competitive wile to better and build”’, you tell the masses. Accept vaunted belief in the innate crity, depth, and inventiveness of the Merited Ones to every problem solve and their of every consequence, foresight. See sweetly-flossing, trickle-down of the haves."

  To suggest public roads and health and safety checks and bances and any halt of movement to preserve the country's holding capacity is a red, fgged curb upon the unchallengeable, white-rosing of freedom. Its stripes in every nd starred. Organized thuggery is merely for the upholding of property ws. A right as natural as any manmade morality may be. More so than supposedly any other crafted."

  “Someday, we may see the maiden voyage of the Beautlier Viles to one or many a new earth beneath another a star. When everyone is no longer too busy focusing on self-serving trivia whilst ignoring all the Sodom and Gomorrah signs of societal decay. ignoring the swells of history in its strengthening song.”

  “Of course, some scenarios are liable to lead to revolution. Governing bodies and middle csses may be to disease crumbling as work and their health fade but all the poor and disgruntled men, the survivors of famine and pgue, alongside our youngest and fittest, can swarm in to take back the resources they feel stolen from them,” Alice pointed out.

  Emanuel nodded distractedly. “Though for any chance of resurgence of civility, we need a more traditional and cautious mindset. Perhaps religion will be pying a role in this. Cults of anarchy otherwise will rise up as will street-gangs. These various colpses are what we must assuage, prevent.”

  “Sibyl Farling did the game’s images fearful yet unbloodied. Under the pen name Gormfith Norne, mine Titus Plebeian. The splendid one saddened, blued and the honoured peasant. Can never be undone my mortaling malformed. Her beauty was improperly-cyed and even in light to fracture: soon fully was the once-splinted torn.

  “Reyed worlds and visuals, Monovalent uses inspired much from hers; loveliness to draw eye of the masses . Your music talent Evan, my programmer’s gift to you. Used to create a symbiotic serenade. Both are now things people associate with Aryan positively.”

  That art looked like mine yet drawn before I even saw it, Alice thought groggily.

  “And what artwork it was,” the beast spoke dreamily, “near fevered."

  “Risen in rapture; showed days timeliest bolded by cobbled bridges and through floored mppost, you'd see sheered smoke. As Shepard- holy torched the road. Starriness shed if sparingly till nailed to sins of darkness, thereafter. Under sosetoviol in hell. Lied market shylocks as all to oblivion filed.”

  "All was shallowly-brightened. Sprang falsely-fair under the rose of heaven. We were mal flighting and took hell's loveliest of gold as man for dominance fought. In God’s bower, there's no more bloodless shield. There’s only misery arresting and the blistered-red irises of a fallen image. Lamped, is a toothless nest. Now all needlessly roam with stale limbs as mosey, to all lights hollow. Till all in the Wicklow id with brimstone flowers, at the foot of the Father.”

  “Bme Aryan’s ungentle bloom of Cylindrata venom, white-tailed upon the eaves. Man’s litigious fanged hisses. Clouds that braised dissipate into their own rainless abscesses: all shelter forgone. We're self-imposed invalids, dying-veined.”

  “The s-what in hell? Beast-Head?”

  “Rough transtion: the seemingly brightly that viotes. The so-see-tol-viol-“

  “So, you made it up.”

  “So? Language isn’t stagnant. Nor should be. We need more varied wordily conveyers and the only modern ones seem to be either ghetto stupefying of words or pretentious academic fakery and jargon. We need more which regale philosophy, not the utterly sophomoric.”

  “Latin, I taught myself as considered “archaic”. Education in modern-day is a shambles. In earlier schooling, we learned Latin in the school halls. Except for it and more advanced mathematics, some history and a few sparse aspects of both English and the general Sciences what is learned is wasting and tiresome. You would know; it’s partially why you are far too zy. Poor teaching method.”

  “It’s why I do nguage, poetry too for Aryan’s speech they comfort people via showing human usefulness innate; light’s pails pouring over them as so often goodness becomes stifled before its greatest shine. We’re all still sentient human beings, not mere robotic producers, or for superiority fighters. We’d staunch the bleeding competitor’s misses.”

  “I hear always in the gardens and halls wherever Aryan conducts his test rally, my Shiver’s music. Enhancing tempestuous fits of anger, mighty wishes, once bested blisses, sentimental notions, and a deep hopefulness, all extended with rhythmic length. Unbound a round of stormy orchestra. Endless soft folksiness. Harmonious love balds with power-wailing mids and ends frayed. Lyrical gentle rock made for mass appeal and enrapture.”

  “You and Alice singing, with delightfully honed a technique, taught once to all children. Now only a select few. You’re paired-in-Shiver-unity. Perfect voices provoking the internal Nephilim.”

  Evan nodded with a head’s silvery toss “Your estate wrote and asked if it could use the music, I recorded at the Opera house and concerts after someone you knew heard me there, probably Monovalent himself, we even got a payment not they I needed one,” he said as snide, sneering afterthought.

  “We thought God’s image would come to pass as all hung discolored and sickened in its rose-welt tinge if we, mankind’s derailers, didn’t first strike. In bleakness, we concluded, that mankind is headed here as the most likely outcome. In our calcuted prediction. Must prevent inevitable braise, fray of spttered Nymphaling.”

  “Create a more sustainable world with machines that could, calcute the future. Miner of any foreseen threats and do all possible to them hinder. An unprotected moat will be shot till left only ghoul and ghost.”

  “No matter how interlocked with evil a regime, there’s oft some sense of morality; some reason behind trying to bance values of comfort and protection and the highest rate of survival. Joy in feeling important through caring for it and its members and in production of least supposedly great things.”

  “However, twisted, one-sided under totalitarian, communist or militant libertarian capitalism the well-intentioned, humane, the good, will exist in people. Only to fall through legally-sanctioned malformation and mutition of our very bodies and minds that is perhaps the worst combination of not much choice in some areas and anarchy in others.”

  “Yet I was mistaken. May program Monovalent again and destroy you by flooding your bodies with viral DNA till overwhelmed. For believe under the successful’s misfortune, Aryan has utterly corrupted and gone astray from the well-meaning, troubled d I once knew.”

  “May not from his power abstain and he may destroy humanity faster than if we’d let it py out its day without intervention from a madman.”

  “I won’t kill you heedlessly; my hands the means hold but please one renewed, I love you, but I cannot… together my betrothed in love we will die,” he groaned lustfully. His hand joyously, thoughtfully stroked Alice’s hair.

  “Stop sexually harassing and assailing her you entitled misogynist; at least respect her while asking her to off herself,” Evan ughed.

  “To answer you, no, I won’t finish what you started reptile-man. I do have a question if Monovalent doesn’t believe Aryan good how come he can’t kill him?”

  “He has to decide objectively if the man does more harm than good. Remember, he’s enriched and given newfound health to even the most poverty-stricken of many nations and eliminated through you two, our pain-killer pumping machinery, all unnecessary physical pain."

  "Matters not if he dislikes him subjectively, The moral weight is calcuted by the preservation of life and earth standards. However dastardly a viliny if Aryan succeeds, technically might be better than if he failed. Especially if it calcuted a high chance of triumph.”

  “Let me tell you about your creation. To understand the adaption of viruses to target the human body you need a wealth of information on it. How DNA alters as immunities develop over time such as spreading of genetic material with resistance to Aids in white poputions.”

  “To be successful in applying biotechnology Aryan and I worked in the field and learned so much about genes and what cell structures would work and how might react if introduced non-organic material to interact with and make changes to living organisms.”

  “Chemistry is beautiful and has many human applications; resistance to poisons and effects of drugs. Monovalent gained access to all human knowledge on the subject and he himself studied and reached his own conclusions; his help invaluable.”

  “Why a solution so murderous my creator God, why not try to change and to sway more peaceably? Also, why does takeover require bloodshed of innocents, is overpopution not more mercifully controlble by raising the standard of living? For across the globe birth-reduction except perhaps in first-world countries were to combat the aging popuce needed.” Evan inquired. Enjoying the chance to meet one who made one so wonderful as he but also to watch his great mind fumble to a snickering boy.

  “I concur: I agree with your assertion that death to stabilize numbers is not an obvious necessity. Aryan chose this. It was due to their being more difficult to unify a very rge scattering of human animals into an amicable, civilized body than a smaller one. So, with ease splintered. Its ill-manageable. Governable size and overabundance one of the modern world's great follies."

  "Secondly, we tried Evan, to save with our technologies, hacked to gain exposure of government and corporate corruption, attempted to warn others through our scientific findings how dangerous current circumstances were. Used strategy games to introduce ideas subtly. Finally, politics to spread the word for naught; not enough listened; powers that be had too much stake in current workings.”

  “Understand what we were up against. The idea of morality as equality sounds convenient and simple, but how is it defined? Law and people discriminate with frequency, for gender, age, health, occupation, etc. whether you may choose to abdicate parenthood, what resources your work is worth, if you’re old enough to marry or physically fit to armed forces serve.”

  “One must determine its meaning for two non-identical things (for example one group by very defining characteristic cannot bring a child forth without outside help to their marriage and the differing societal effects therein.”

  The reason why a three-year-old is cssified as a dependent is different to be why a sixteen-year-old ought to be. Many societies function under the guise that people of said age care for themselves, but if this started in infancy we’d colpse.”

  “Gay and straight union whether you agree with the former or not, cannot be considered identical or even equal. Must be held to a different standard; governments must at least somewhat support heterosexual togethering and conception to ensure regrowth but to celebrate the other is little but hedonism; need for approval, celebration.”

  “May argue differences don’t make homosexual pairings wrong; fundamentalness to society isn’t a deciding factor but they’re not the same and cannot be held to a simir standard.”

  “It’s, in my eyes, the ungodly separation of family and marriage; celebrating frivolous sexual choices such as promiscuity, gaiety or polygamy (even whence they’re quite harmful) as the Promised Land. Vaunted above health and well-being and youth impoverishment. Love becomes but a broken obligation.”

  “So, it makes perfect sense, for even an anti-theist to not be a proponent for licentious, homosexual behaviour if he rightly abhors all things it represents; promiscuity and shallowed personal pleasure over health and safehood. He whose morals, lie in the preservation of men and women and their protective strength and maternalism. Carrying it with honor and using their God-given gifts to protect the weak and needing. Societally-preserving the good and in the charitable, finding joy.”

  “Most criminalizing of speech is unnecessary and requires you to define it. Is it words reting to violent intent? Being anti-multicultural?”

  “Either way you’ll be stripped of liberties we say are not constants.”

  “Silencing voices through corrupt governance and corporate strongarming which if done in the past would’ve left all gains and freedoms in the dust. Murder, war, what constitutes harm to another, are all debate-worthy, and none ought to be punished for a mere idea or stance.”

  “To campaign against values of certain groups is now deemed wrongful but makes it harder to criticise Muslim terroristic killings on vastly-derided Westerners. Or their treatment of women and youths. Must never decry Ism invaders or express Middle-Eastern or anti-Jewish sentiment.”

  “Why are some people more worthy? Why not the poor or children? Also, prime targets for violence in home and any supposed, institutional haven due to their dependence and physical frailty? Victimized by the sndering, dehumanizing ire of those who find them to be a “parasitic” css?

  “Do we ban all aggressive nguage?” What counts? Many people poor or unable to care for themselves or with deemed “low-brow ideas” are spoken of as subhuman; it is sometimes suggested they be sterilised or savaged. Is that not violent?”

  “Exercise in American arrogance; right to rage war against, wound and vilify other regimes and think it’s rightful, even would kill a peaceful, communist man for his wrong ideals.”

  “Like the former British Empire, cim right to dictate how rest of the world conducts their own governance. Colonialism, imperialism”

  “We saviours cometh to instead force capitalism turned so readily to fascism and to accrue the nds oil and sves for our cheap bour and corporate profit. Yet our realisation of needing darker measures, went on to Aryan becoming what we both once most detested.”

  Personally, I would discourage seriously genetically disabled and deformed union; especially as epidemiological studies show some unseen side effects when gene manipution is used to get round the fws.”

  Encouraged, not forced celibacy, if you will. A reproductive halt instead of the glorifying of it today. Being seen as brave or strong for starting families and not self-serving and own misfortunes onward passing.”

  “Yet, in turn we never allocate little welfare, resources, special education and time to making technologies to ease their hardships and help them achieve as much as possible within reason. Die a thousand death progressivism,” Emanuel muttered.

  “Monovalent whispered something to Evan, “Liar, he had a love who would become Alice,” Evan looked over at her then Emanuel. “You didn’t do that.”

  “I made a callous mistake… Once. I was most careful, held to stark resolve faithfully; impregnation was unfathomable to me.”

  “Won’t we make all this soon obsolete,” Alice asked suddenly, sitting up.

  “Unfortunately, dearest that’s only a mere prettiest possibility; much may still in you falter, I tried to deal with all known, problematic likelihoods but to first-time succeed in so complex a calcution would be an unprecedented accuracy, you were created a very dangerous thing ….”

  “Yet you may do. Successfully taking in any worthwhile component of another’s human DNA merely by viral recording that you please. Have any genetic trait gifted unto beast made instantly compatible with yours. Monovalent can alter your fluttering little DNA strands to ensure survive any environment or hardship.”

  “My engineered virus could instruct people's bodies to their repce DNA with genetic information that makes them grow extra hand or horn, make their pigment ever-changing, unholy rainbow but would be their demise as don’t have Shiver build to accommodate mass changes; excess cellur division would promote tumours, mistakes and kill them.

  “Incidentally have you noted you’re toward injury, direct body harm, and blood repugnance? A creature of uncontrolble brutishness was not advantageous, most unrefined.”

  He then looked at the Shiver fondly; “my boy Lord and her betrothed to a bestial beloved, such minds of perfect verse and snaking, creeping verve have enhanced how Monovalent sees the world. Improved on his creative processes and universal understandings. Modern man’s built of whales and weeds, rge outwardly, but in their hearts internal, weak sensitive dolts. You’ve little deepness, my Shiver-Faerytilled but somewhere still, are with purist lovelinesses engraved; able to the lion’s-share of wonder appreciate.”

  “Hallelujah and as much like I, wilst revile hypocrisy and know goodness as something situational yet are from it distanced, as if did only to its records listen. Yet through redemption of the Lord, like me, I see you reaching the mightiness of love and truth. Not merely bound to the anti-socialness written into your feckless formus. Yet overly-obsessed with the listless, nguishing aesthete with which you are inextricably entwined and you too often reject, beauty of knowledge.”

  “No, we just find never-ending study and fussy formus a bore; my violin looks wonderful and pys more so, people joy just to look upon and listen, to her and me, you need to prove yourself with fancy inventions, I am great in simple existence. Also, thanks to our connection to Monovalent we can understand anything known to man effortlessly and even do many impossible tasks.”

  “Ah my Shiver-faetal. Do you know you're very cellur matrixes sing, emit fine sounds waves in such yered precision and made so we might be listened." The Beast smiled as sweetly as he did ruefully.

  “Your biochemistry emits sounds, made hearable as the windwail of music. Starred by the siren and to lie with simir tether to the sad but lilied. Sliding vine of verse. Lyrical belies the evil of your fluted-nehilih, irresistible."

  "Your unique chemical signalling gravitates bacteria and viruses to travelling into your nelfine core. They’re sentenced guileless and aptly as shown, in your blueprints of design, it destroys them. Howling-eared and sin by cliff-stone upon rocking cradle of the sea wherein our very life owes its origins."

  That and it and as well as the many unique chemical reactions you communicate partially in wild colours, light wave frequencies to selves and the nano-components of the virus and bacteria that do your biding, and I rewarded with immortality as repaid dues."

  " You are luscious, tainted siliques despite being at times my children ille, il but not a young of the common, vulgar kind. Ah, remember whence I had you make further variants of my simutions and codes, that you Angelique. Noire to wine my Androiden code."

  "Colborated with me to make beautiful inventive notes and symbols, alongside exquisite new mathematical formus and makeup a portion of the programming nguage. Made impossible for ymen to comprehend or hack. Had you add your own artistic and musical ideas toward. They were so lovely, yet such projects you’ve ceased making."

  "I don't recall that…" Shiver began.

  "Monovalent had you do it in sleep, dreams I was testing your abilities."

  "Ill-aly a pair too lethargic to spend time exploring unchartered theories, life dear brandished too many a gift in upbringing, would not for sweet ideals perish. Now, be freed."

  They were returned no sooner than the sentence ended and with a memory vague, then gone, by some mystery taken.

  The Ocema

  Topic we are discussing today: A not so sad farewell.

  Sunday 8:03pm

  Welcome to poser assassins, a virtual online community working toward the eradication of the mediocre and asinine otherwise known as the OCEMA. Note: Stupid are people cssified as anyone who likes interactive, virtual TV such as the Dwarf show, Met The Little People as well as World’s Most Bizarre Deformities and Illnesses, Befriend the Rich Bitches of Blooming Field Hills, I Made a Mil Sleeping with over Three Hundred People, How to Make Sex a Multimillion Dolr Business, When Toddlers Kill, Six-Hundred Pounds, Beautiful and Proud, Jane’s Twins and Octuplets, Raising Twenty Kids, Dance and Sing Talented Americans, and Down Syndrome and Looking for Love (puke).

  Or those who prefer scripted shows about blonde and moronic, upper-css youths and their myriads of problems and token Bck, Indian, Muslim and Asian friends who teach us about multicultural diversity and acceptance... Like obfuscation and false stats to prove Indians and Muslims barely rape more.

  Except this two percent of the popution actually responsible for more sexual assaults than rest of the men combined. There's terrorist and rape districts all across Europe that’re unsafe for dies without escort, cssy.

  Characters (all proudly sponsored by The Rainbow People) explore their sexuality till everyone is basically in a gay harem and we realize we are finally living the gay, utopian dream.

  Still, gays are cool; as working in and setting asinine trends in Hollywood, and the fashion industry make them so.

  On today's What We Learned from Soap Operas, it’s okay to be gay… but never to be poor and have bad clothes. Don’t forget token disabled/ retard kids who teach us more tolerance (no hideous scars, grimy, stuttering dribblers or malformed limbs and faces though just high-functioning Down syndrome and wheel-chair bound, trying to eat here.

  Someone’s had another affair… A spurned, jealous lover shot her for it... Oh, wait can’t show that anymore cause normalizes bad behavior but vigint murder or magic-induced infanticide by a so-called victimized vilin, what glory.

  Everyone’s a boss-ass, career woman. If she has kids at the end of the show or movie it’s because the writers were running out of ideas.

  Yet every feminist still says her entire purpose is her motherhood. Other brilliant moments of third-wavers wisdom; for a millennia women were unable to work or read!

  Most not complete dunderheads know the work thing is bull but uhm feminist dy, honey, let me give you a wee history lesson: poor males and females alike were often illiterate whilst upper-css women in a variety of cultures and time periods were well-educated and read. Sometimes thousands spent on their education. Women writers and philosophers existent for centuries look it up.

  Mist: Don’t forgot American the anti, anti slut revolution: cims submissive women are liable targets of assaulters and abusers, true; but so are extreme promiscuous types. Stop trying to draw attention away from fact the more men you sleep with, the more you drink or inhabit dangers pces the more likely you’ll be a crime of opportunity.

  Yes, shyly covering up can signal vulnerability but if you dress provocatively, it signals possible avaibility (see whom frat-boys and drunk men target, hint it’s not prudish, un-liquored demures). It’s also harder to empathise with strangers. Visit any pce where men openly discuss one-night stands and loose women, sound pretty? No.

  Hey, where are these third-wave protesters compining about girls with skirts up to the crotch at school being forced to pull them down and suffering a slut-shaming, horrific loss of freedom, when guys who are rocking the currently-in, tight, low-cut, girly pants look, idiots like Ethan love (with full colourful underwear on dispy) are forced to shift their pants up?

  Hypocrites, why no screaming for these guys right to bear skin? What about the gays? Need their male eye-candy? Hypocrisy, discrimination, I say.

  Shiver: I’ve got better. Some chauvinist tells women what they can read, believe or say and what roles they ought to take. They cannot be trusted to decide. Feminists love him. Why? Because he wants them to be careerist and empowered, matriarchal and promiscuous…

  Irony. If deemed morally-enlightened it’s okay for men to tell women what to think including to detest motherhood, waiting for love wrong and evil and to instead be highly sexual for male pleasure.

  Shows about the poors all include working-css people who’re strangely feminist, pro-homosexual, and obsessed with career and college (if girls, guys are yabouts) and espouse all the same beliefs as the snooty, elitist writers…Coincidence?

  Small, semi-starved women beat up violent male attacker/attackers (and sometimes just an innocent guy who said something that annoyed her.)

  I don’t get why it’s considered empowering( embarrassing buzzword) women using physically force to solve problems. Any real society where strength’s ultimate dispy of dominance women would be subservient.

  Being physically weaker even if trained. One thing to showcase action movies where people are brave in a forceful way and have strength and powers not possible in reality another to consider them crucial, realistic role models.

  My role model is something I can never be implies I get overpowered by men because I’m not trying hard enough. Insulting. I tell you what else we sorely need; dies in tech talks and doctor and action hero Barbie. This is a society where brawn is less and less necessary and feminists still can’t shut-up about it.

  Don’t just hand your money over like the police say (what would an officer of the w know) or scream for help dies! Fight back, be kickass. Be like Lily Johnson, that girl who made the papers for running after and trying to fight men who stole her handbag and ended up hospitalized.

  My favourite characters are the “loveable” gay couples who selflessly foster or adopt poor unfortunate kids no one else wants (yeah right ever see adoption waiting lists?)

  Girl is better at maths than all the boys and must tutor one of said, dumb-as-hell boys. They’re always overachievers and want unimaginatively to be doctors, wyers and now coders, media influencers, game designers, sportswomen, and politicians. When a TV Land girl says what she wants to be, the words are out of your mouth before hers. In reality, she just wants to film herself in her room talking about nothing while flicking her hair and being paid a million dolrs.

  This is all appuded as revolutionary. An unprecedented act of feminism. But then it’s not as if women have been the majority gender in Law and Medicine for years.

  In TV and Streaming Land, they’re scientists, police officer lesbos, drug lords, CEOs/ high-powered businesswomen or president/prime minister. Alongside their best friend; the poor, gay, brilliant refugee orphan.

  After barely worked there two years (with others clocking in ten) the boss retires and just gives the refugee his top job cause so “component and talented.”

  Funniest are swordswoman warriors leading mass armies. Course as women can’t compete with men physically it’s something feminists insist on in “name of equality.”

  Women characters make more than husband/partner and neither one cares he’s proud, she’s content, yeah right. Women want more successful men always. Unless their radical feminists wanting a praising puppy dog to train and spout feminist rhetoric on cue.

  In Hollyweird, women talk constantly about how unintelligent/ violent men are. Testosterone-sves. Gloating in swathes of self-indulging over how much better, more competent and compassionate leaders women would make (have a look at real-life women in power frequently violent, power-hungry and vicious. Their precious women in modern films certainly are. They’re aggressive, awful and touted as great female, role-models. Conventional/ rarely challenge the system and hopeless at understanding societal structures or managing politics, power corrupts not gender).

  Mist: Oh, come on who doesn’t think Thatcher knew what was best, she sure dealt with the homeless problem by increasing it ten-fold. And Mary was right about needing militant Catholicism it’s not like Engnd flourished under the more rexed Protestantism of (admittedly female) Elizabeth’s reign oh wait....

  The rest of the Hollyweird women are college-graduate, middle-css housewives that can (and do) at any time take of their husband’s business, and with brilliant innovation and management skills run it far more efficiently than he can…

  If she somehow didn’t go to college she invariably throws of the shackles of oppression and attends in her forties to compete against younger, fitter more qualified people. Don’t forgot ground-breaking stories about stay-at home dads challenging norms by doing all the things they normally do in Entertainment Land including, somehow, never seeing their prop-children.

  “Bad boys’ irresistible. Feminists love being used like old socks its means their way more than baby-makers and wives; their body parts without names! Romance is sexist, phindering and being called whore is empowering,

  They shove morals about gay acceptance down our throats alongside slutty fourteen-year-olds having sex with multiple partners and teachers and college-age female sluts and male lothario’s who’ve slept with a hundred people, yet no STD’s or pregnancy’s occur). Thanks for the Aids and syphilis the herpes and chmydia epidemic.

  Update to today’s topic: The pre-notification of the death and suffering we are about to with malicious intent cause. On account of some reted excellent news.

  Shiver: The news fans is Mist, and I have finally met Monovalent the artificial entity who will help us kill all those who get in our way (which is pretty much everyone). Not just that but according to our mysterious friend we can not only kill but kill in any precise manner we want but we decided to wait till we now to commence our vengeance spree.

  According to Monovalent the genius scientist Aryan who made us, did with our debut into the world, finally succeeded in the creation of the Shiver Virus named for me just because evil people are awesome and ice-cold snowmaidens are awesome, and I am both.

  Mist actually Shiver named herself per Monovalent’s suggestion after his genetically improved humans the Shiver who were ourselves named after some mysterious person from one of our creators( not Aryan’s) past.

  Shiver: Back to what we were saying this news goes out to anyone who follows our cause and to (though they are blissfully unaware of it) our targets. Yes, kudos goes out to these first recipients of our precious virus, and we just wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t hand out some names.

  So, congratutions fellow students, Carrie Dee Anderson, Ava Grace Cleese, Lily Candice Skinner, Isabel Rose Blitzer, Oliver Mitchell Craig, Ethan Jacob Johnson, Noah Robert Manners etc. and teacher/councillors; Lei, Aidan, Shaya etc. etc. You have all been graciously selected for our death of people we hate is funny, program.

  Perhaps if had the fortunate ability to comprehend words with the literary complexity that their age requires, they might stumble across this site by luck or more likely being a busybody) heed our prior warning and flee the school. Luckily people with IQ’s of 2.3 don’t understand anything structured past the fifth-grade level. Oh, and also, we blocked them, Monovalent won’t allow their accounts to access it. Well on to the virus......

  Mist: The virus’s engineered to attack and multiply in any part of the body we like as quickly or as slow and agonisingly as we choose( the tter naturally being the one which we prefer. Now as usual going have the segment were discuss our aforementioned “fun for the day” topic with all you like-minded vengeance-hungry sociopaths. Shiver and I now will briefly run through some ideas on exactly how to execute our virus from hell on our hell (otherwise known as North Wright House Adolescent Rehabilitation unit.

  Shiver: With regards to Lily the whingey. Her hair should fall out first, I told you Mist, definitely before the eyes. Though we should she should definitely make her go blind at some stage. Since Lily has that super long ptinum-blonde (dyed of course it used to be this dirty, dark dishwater blonde) hair she’s always babbling so euphorically about.

  I think we should start by getting rid of her competition’s hair and “looks” if you can call such vulgar fashion looks) first though. Then just when Isabel thinks she’s on top, most whorishly- prettiest girl in the school, we will cure bald splotchy Lily and make Isabel and Ava ill. Will do this a couple times with each of them till we get sick of it then let them lose more and more vitality (and body parts) until we finally “let” them die.

  Shiver: Meanwhile while we waited to unleash our deadly virus upon them, we have been pying pranks on the Wrighthouse cretins. Yesterday Valent hacked into and crashed Isabel’s computer, so she lost all data on it. She lost three pieces of homework and a whole English assignment and got a D for te entry ha.

  We pretended to be an ex-girlfriend to break up Lily’s retionship. I told Lily I was her precious boyfriend’s ex, and he was begging me to come back to him. I said he’d done the same thing, hooking up with other girls, behind my back and warning her to steer clear of him and now she doesn’t have a date for the year 10 end of year party. Awesome.

  We hacked into Isabel’s Monovalent realm account and had her “confess” she was the one who wanted Ava to be uninvited to Lily’s party, we don’t know if it was really her or not, but we had Isabel call Ava a slut. Lily for her part is always telling everyone to ignore Ava because she’s a slut but pretends to be her friend and is always hugging her.

  We also made several comments pertaining to Isabel being fat. We also hacked into her virtual story page and staggered around like a drunkard disguised as her, calling Isabel fat, Ava an ugly whore, Lily an anorexic midget and bitch and Noah a fag…Err Lovely Rainbow Person. We deliberately made it look like she was drunk when she made it so it would seem pusible.

  Mist: serves her right; imagine thinking people actually care about your boring, pointless life as if couldn’t already guess exactly what you were going to say as their life is identical.

  All that ever changes in a personal virtual realm is the person’s name. Here is an account of the average life (shared by some 99% of them) of a virtual realm user. Note this is based (though with hyperbole) on an actual Monovalent Realm entry by our own dear Lily Candice Skinner combined with one by Isabel.

  I get up today and have a piece of toast. I swallow the toast, then go and change my pants and top. I love trying on fashion combined with all my baby-face, holo-filters. It all looks so damn-adorable on me Lannee Not-Another-Princess Star… Afterward, I updated my Holo-Realm account to include Sex Scandal among my favourite shows, then met up in virtual realm with all my friends. I tell I just finished my toast which mum burned yet again. I asked if I should swap my yellow top out for my pink one.

  Ruby and Lisa and Ryan say yes, and Taylor says no so I go with the pink. I meet up with my friends virtually again to tell them how my dad was being all authoritarian this morning and getting all up in my face saying like you had better not let us catch you drug-blitzing again young dy. Fuck! I’m sixteen for Christ sake, well, fifteen, anyway he can’t treat me like a kid anymore. Not to mention my body, my rules and I pay with my own supermarket job money.

  He only pays for my v-computing, cell phone credit, clothes and even that comes out of my allowance as well.

  Dad the prick won’t even drive me to school. Had to go to work early. So, I catch the school bus instead and see some little homeless-looking guy with a wild beard, a face like Yoda, and shaky legs. I start ughing because everyone knows homeless people are funny. In that new show Society’s Losers, they make fun of ugly people, fat people( if their guys), and old people though not gays or bcks that would be hyper ignorant.

  I look over at the homeless man. I whisper remember the time Bob one of the lead characters on Sex Scandal tried to keep all those smelly hobos out of his neighbourhood, to Ruby and we both ugh.

  Some girl with bck hair and a book (no kidding an actual book seriously who reads in this day and age like what a loser, she seriously needs to get herself an Aroe device or at least a Mono-mini) gred at us and said we were obnoxious.

  “Don’t you spread your superiority complex on us you midget-kid with your creepy bug-eyed face and disproportionate boobs,” I say to her. Ruby and I then both ughed like hell at the stupid cow. Seriously she looks like a freak, not to mention she’s a fucking, sex-negative celibate. A prude or whatever it’s called.” She then called me a stupid imbecile in this really stuck-up catty voice.

  Like omg I am so not stupid! I mean like what a bitch! You don’t think I’m stupid, do you?” I asked Ruby. “No of course not your mega smart,” Ruby says. “She’s jealous.”

  Ruby’s right she’s just jealous and like a total loner. She probably listens to old twentieth century music like that god damn Cude whose voice is like computer audio sped-up or a nasally chipmunk and wears bck suits like he came straight out of a sixteenth century time warp just to bug everyone. I talk to Ruby about his sad state making us feel better were not that retarded for a while.

  Seriously how does he even walk out on the street and not get mugged on account of the fact he looks so God-dam pathetic. “I see it now,” says our friend Jacob turning to us and grinning “Oh no don’t take my watch it’s like from the 13th century.” We all ugh.

  Walk into school after the bus ride and go talk to my friends. Carlotta has a sweet new VR Com which we all squee over. At lunchtime, we all go behind the old art building. Lisa tells us Chloe hooked up and slept with Ryan again at Ruby’s party; we all decided she was like a total stting slut. She’s away today, like Covid 7.0 or something but we all agree to ignore her when she returns. She deserves it, she and Ryan aren’t even dating, like what a whore. I mean I’m a feminist and all so she should be able to have sex with a hundred guys if she wants but she’s still trashy.

  We celebrated her second abortion yesterday. Women are finally celebrating their female agency (unlike before when representing it was too real or illegal or something). We hosted a party and made some hirious jokes about aborted babies calling from heaven about how they didn’t get a life on earth, stupid Christians, and parasitic worm-foetuses running women’s bodily autonomy.

  If I want to, I should be able to fuck without those little same-species invaders crawling in. Some dickhead made a gay joke, and I was like “That’s real vulnerable people who just want love man, not little stalker, creeper clumps of cells fuck off,” and everyone cheered. Some of the guys wondered why anyone even liked kids in this day and age “put the little shits to death we’re overpoputed anyway. They weren’t wrong. They’re annoying and crowd-up public spaces.

  They got a bit miffed when I said I supported circumcision but hey my baby, my choice it looks gross and causes like cancer or something and how dare they compare it the female version!! There nothing alike snip and mutition, not the same. Pain is irrelevant they don’t remember. Also, I know they can die but we could get the down to one-in-four men thing going easier that way.

  I ran into Max who acts like a faggot, and I love gays but not straights who act like butt admirers they’re just weird and fucked-up. It’s not like he’s in a marginalised group; he’s a privileged white male he gets enough praise from society as it is. I’m not a violent crooker or anything but homophobes and people who say all that unenlightened stuff should be skinned alive, salted then beheaded.

  I leave them to buy a sandwich which appears somewhat squashed. Miss Stevens tells me of for being te because I was still weeded-out when the bell rang. Old skank. She’ll be sorry when I’m like the next big Virtual Star I whispered to Lisa and Taylor. Who both nodded, they are both going to be famous too Taylor, a model and Lisa a Holo-Realm fashion guru.

  No offensive to Lisa or anything just not sure she quite has the look to be a model. I mean no offense to her like in any way, like I’m just saying. Miss Stevens sucks up to her little pet Cude gushing about him coming first in the English exam, I message Ruby as she is not in any of my csses today and say to her isn’t my boyfriend Rob a total Chad and she totally agrees. She tells me to come over to her house after school for a party.

  Miss Stevens gives Cude back his paper with 50/50 mark on it I whisper nerd, and we all ugh. The walk home with Ruby is fairly uneventful. We spot Jaden and I informed him that his man-boobs were so big they could take out someone’s eye and had he considered breast reduction surgery.

  He looked kind of hurt and ran off but like seriously he asked for it, what a fat freak he should seriously go on like a diet or something. I mean fat people, they just really bring it on themselves, zy, no will-power etc. Not that overweight women cannot choose to do what they want with their bodies they aren’t sextoys for men to look at, get fat you can do whatever you want with your body that's basic human rights.

  I get to Ruby’s like an hour before the party so we log on to Virtual realm and met up with some people to see if I should invite them onto Virtual Admirer finder. I have over 9000 admirers, she has only 700. I tell her never mind, hopefully more people will find her soon.

  It is very nice of me after all I can’t help being prettier, funnier, more interesting and more likable than her it just is. I virtual hang with friends telling them about my crud of a day I’ve had; Miss Stevens telling me off, Amy being a slut and sandwich I bought at the cafeteria was ft. We talk about Cude getting first pce in the English test and all agree he’s a total little cancerblob.

  I then tell them again just how much I hate school and what a like tumorous day it has been. Growing ever bigger, worse as progresses, than usual even.

  True they already know this stuff discussed at lunchtime and they were all there for most of these instances but like come on. This stuff’s fucking fascinating and awesome and like what if they missed out on some of the biggest most important details? They’d be like left eternally in the dark!

  Not to mention all my friends say my acting technique is fabulous enough to make everything a billion times more interesting just by how I tell the story. It’s what’s going to get me my gig as a star Virtualiser.

  I ask if they heard that Sex Scandal star Nico is pregnant again and remind them to watch new Sex Scandal as its going be really good. I am logging out now. The party is about to start. I hope Jacob gets drunk again so we can shave his eyebrows off when he passes out. Hugs and kisses all my Virtual friendios bye!

  Ps the story ends with her, and all her friends being diagnosed with lung cancer and liver disease three days ter on account of them all drinking and smoking too much. They then all die agonisingly one by one over a three-month period.

  Shiver: they all die within three months? Mist I can’t help but be a little sceptical of that.

  Mist: Well, it was a particur nasty form of cancer and uhm liver disease.

  Shiver: Wasn’t that all kind of a little too well-spoken for a Holo-Realm user Mist? Oh, and Mist? Don’t think I’m not aware that girl in the story is just a parody of me but with dyed bck hair.

  Mist: whatever do you mean Shiver (listen to my innocent-sounding voice).

  Big bug eyes? Short? That can’t be me. Also, I love Lannee, she’s great: she talks about morality “as not saying things that might offend someone” then advocates lynch mobs culminating in jeering and public torture sessions to punish the wordy transgressors.

  She’s the one who throws tomatoes at and organises screaming crowds to berate and dole out vigintism on people accused (not even convicted of) violent assaults and more importantly wordy, hate crimes.

  Protest for harsher sentences or better conviction rates instead you fruitcake no that’s too rational and might be a real deterrent.

  She thinks mutition of infants is difference of kind not degree. But wait symbolic pricks are banned for girls removals of entire section ok for boys? For disproven health, appearance and yes religious reasons. Jews always get a free pass cause of persecution a billion years ago. Yet Christians are jailed for not marrying the gays.

  Guess if listening to Orthodox Judaism, bye to her abortion. Embryos have souls and are sacred.

  Babies’ pain irrelevant because they can’t remember. So, let’s all hurt drunk people (like her most of the time) newborn kittens and short-memory loss patients because they won’t remember either.

  These bitches may be all female bodies untouchable in this context but that’s mere social conformity to the predominant idea of the age. They were ones holding down their daughters for FGM. Binding their feet into mangled messes and putting female children in organ-deforming corsets for societal approval at the time.

  They’re the ones now, as Emanuel says (in more philosophical way but not writing that long-windedness here) letting their offspring use their bodies as marketable commodities of “uniqueness, sex appeal and garbage disposal units; all dangerous pstic surgery and Hepatitis-inducing tattoos and hair dyes and STDs. Alongside burned out cynical heartbreak and obesity. No cims of anti-fat, anti-slut ideology can combat Death in this individualist, me-centred society.

  Anyway, yeah pro-circumcision dies because removing first part of a finger is better than the whole thing doesn’t make it not mutition and no FGM’s not like all of external male organs as female parts are rgely internal and fertility remains to varying degree.

  It’s another, my problems (or those of women they don’t know but feel for more than own family) are worse so yours don’t count. Guess we shouldn’t trivialise cat-calling and mean names. They’re not forcibly slicing you, just saying things, free speech loathers. That’s why it’s dismissed. Rape is legit first-world problem, not that.

  Though less so thanks to Mono-connectiviers. For those who don’t know, it’s another name for the nano-eyes. I quite like seeing them roam everywhere cutely, lightly-buzzing as they watch the streets and homes, but anyway, they will always signal your attack through the network for police and ambunces to aid and take recorded footage and these simple steps by our powerful computer overlord, reveal all truthfulness. Clear-cut rapes are becoming increasingly rare and more easily convicted. Dubious consent this doesn’t help much.

  Mist: Of course, pces have to accept their surveilnce voluntarily and a number don’t and murder by terrorist, extremist and criminal types is growing, and they can and do still silence many would-be tellers. Middle-css dies are pretty safe though yet still ever-feared they’ll be the one-percent abducted.

  Lady’s magazines recommended FGM in nineteen-seventies. What’s hiriously creepy about feminists is they obsess over FGM taking away women’s pleasure yet ignore the issues it causes, like with using the bathroom. Pain and death in childbirth is often not even mentioned. Care more about their first-world concern of a right to get off than a life of poor quality.

  Amway as an apology for all this grievous intolerance, here’s my Failed-grade, Holo-Realm, inclusive, English Essay on Anti-Harassment, Sensitivity and Tolerance and Gender-Role Fluidity.

  “President Jameson why are you crying….?”

  “It’s j…ust s…s...o hard being president. Deciding what bills to pass, ws of the nd, and… all while my feelings are… bottled up. Society wants men to be tough…Manly. Stereotypes me athletic, gangster, tough and mocks me if I don’t get buff... My sensitive self’s crying for acceptance whilst me and all Heads of State and business need put on brave face, be competent all the time,” he said sadly as on slim, clean-shaven cheek salty water trickled.

  At this Vice President Marie teared up also. Large shoulders of the poor, empowered woman shook. “It’s true…but I try to say anything about my fear, anger and depression, my PTSD at constant hatred and attacks and living up to ludicrous expectation. Severe mental issues from social terror I face regurly. That causes strong women’s deaths, forces them to into hiding. Is ruining their self-estimation.”

  “I get told I’m being overly-emotional or bitchy by misogynists and ignorant people who don’t understand. As woman I’m targeted, disdained, brutalised and bullied hic simply for my gender every day, I feel eyes… On me.”

  “People judging me, stalking and harassing for my decisions of what to do with my government just because they paid taxes for my position, and I repced the old vice with a shady coup and telling me a female, how I need do my job… excepting me to make decisions just because I’m a political leader…”

  “Should I send us to war Marie I don’t know…My heart and psychiatrist tell me to rex with some pills and weigh up the pros and cons for continuing war in Europe and the middle-East but…”

  “Sir, apologies for the interruption, but the Middle-East has refused the EU’s recommendation for a new parliamentary ruling; gays inability to marry stands.”

  The presidents righteously outraged head snapped up and Marie gasped in horror.

  “Haven’t they heard that love is love? Tw-o consenting adult-s” she spluttered. Scarcely able to speak as was so shaking with rage, the president motioned with his hand decisively.

  “I’m normally very peaceful but this’s too much… Boils my blood. Detract the troops. We bomb the cities tonight; those disgusting pieces of trash deserve to be shot, and reproductive parts sewn shut to eliminate their scourge from the earth.”

  Shiver: Anyhow I think we should discuss our first attempt at murder. Monovalent had not yet expined to us in major detail what were yet. First, we tried the deadly winter friend approach pretending to be just as boring and banal as them. Unfortunately, we couldn’t keep it up and I think they may have cottoned on when Ethan asked what’s the gun for…

  Just as we were about to shoot them when their backs were turned Damn.

  So anyway, we attempted to get Noah to drink himself to death with Mist’s “drinking game” at the Wrighthouse end of term party after Lily and Ethan snuck alcohol into the punch. Unfortunately, Noah just threw it all up.

  Mist: Oh well at least he threw it up on Ava.

  Well, regardless I thought it better when we electro-stimuted the part of Ethan's brain that responds to hunger, and he just kept going back for more and more food and snuck it from the junk food stashes hidden in the dorm when staff refused to serve him again.

  Everyone who came out to watch was getting really worried and yet me and Shiv started saying, “wait a go Ethan, you keep eating, why you could win any food contest and be in the world records soon!

  It could have burst his intestines actually, so we stopped. He had a mighty stomach-ache afterwards, we didn’t kill him though.

  Shiver: We’re too compassion for that.

  Mist: He hasn’t suffered enough. Too early.

  Shiver: he has to suffer as made us suffer.

  Shiver: Hey, remember the sociopaths guide to HIV? We made it up during health css. We should post it here. I’ll do that at the end of the segment. The song part was awesome; HIV spread it to your friends and family. Spread it here, there, everywhere, HIV sufferer if you hate someone don’t you see? The solution’s easy! Give them your HIV.

  Mist: I thought it was even more hirious, using Monovalent to hack into and read their personal files and found out Alex has asthma and then sent him that fake letter using his home address saying a virus causing respiratory failure in people with conditions such as asthma was going around and if contracted, he would most likely die. The panic attack almost killed him.

  And how Lily didn’t get her flu shots because you told her it could cause paralysis and brain damage in some cases, and you weren’t having it because of that, then “let slip” in her hearing that you had a sudden “change of heart” and got the shots two days ter. The love letter to your “darling Brosy” I wrote having you decre your undying love and desire to sleep with him and have all his chubby little babies was fantastic also

  Shiver: how could you Evvy, Ambrose believed that letter I was humiliated.

  Telling everyone else we were having a child or four just so that we could it to raise them to be the next Hitler, Mao, Lizzie Borden or Stalin was great too. Anyway, that shock jock Ethan always goes on and on about his lean, muscur, sporty physique.

  He thinks he is really handsome with his six-foot height, dark hair and almond-shaped, dark eyes but he looks so stupid and ape-like I’m surprised he can remember how to put his clothes on in the morning.

  All the girls consider him really good looking except you Shiver, who aptly pointed out, with his sloping forehead, imbecilic, sck-jawed expression yet desirable male body and smooth, even features he looks just like a Neanderthal crossed with a doll known as Ken. He seriously needs to get with Ava again, our resident Barbie. Not to mention he’s really smarmy and has slept with five year ten girls already and one ninth-grader.

  They all look vacuously moronic and listless-eyed as well as cheap, trashy and vulgar actually, Isabel, Noah, Lily, Annie all of them. Ethan is also jealous of how magnificently beautiful I am; he keeps telling everyone I’m gay and how you and I are mistaken for twelve-year olds. He also said you’re very good-looking, but he thought you were twelve at the most when he first saw you and says I’m too effeminate and even look like a girl. Preposterous.”

  Shiver: Yeah, when Ava first saw me, she said, “look at that cute little kid in year seven or eight” and Isabel said “yeah that little girl’s adorable” I think our creators might have an unthinkable fetish. Anyway, at least he doesn’t call you Mrs Ambrose Luther and ask when the wedding is. Or ask when you’re going to get back together with Ambrose because he is cue sarcasm “so gosh darn sexy” The girls all think they can change Ethan and reform his sleazy ways, but they have being watching too many bad films.”

  Mist: With Ethan could we make his kidneys fail? So, his limbs bloat up massively and he can’t walk or move properly. You know a sort of a balloon man type of effect. Then move on to semi paralysis. How about a miracle cure then the inexplicable paralysis remanifests itself this time leavening him a quadriplegic. I think it would amuse us more if we gave them a whole multitude of problems that’ll come and go baffle doctors and fill their worthless hearts with fear over when and what will strike next. I suggest we have the virus degenerate their minds as well.

  Shiver: I think we should restrict mind alterations to a minimum. Remember what you said about being consciously able to witness pain and horror around you with mind-numbing accuracy. Remember innocent child equal with a death-fearing axe- murder when fear is so overwhelming that you just revert back to your most basic panic and survival instincts until they’ve taken over you more and more, literally sapping you of your previous individuality which becomes obsolete until your nothing but basic primal instinct.

  Mist: Touché. Minor delusions and hallucinations it is.

  Shiver: if only we could control the parts of the brain that cause hallucinogenic visions. Now there’s some wistful, wistful, thinking. Then we could torture them by invading the darkest recesses of their pitiful minds and devising a meticulously crafted personal hell for each and every one of them. You know just one haunting tormenting vision after another, to summon it up for you as simply as possible. Oh, wait we can! And shall. Thank you Monovalent.

  Mist: Annie and Ambrose talk too much. I reckon we should mute those shrill unbearable voices. If either of them tries to talk their inane, incessant gossip with me again I decre I’ll upgrade our torture methods. Annie should develop a severe untreatable case of epilepsy and in one of her fits hopefully she bites her own tongue off or swallows it, tragically before the ambunce arrives. Which we will dey. Of course, if that doesn’t work a severe infection should cause it to just drop off. This if we have our virus attack enough of the surrounding cells should be an easy achievement. While we’re at it, let’s turn her teeth dark with decay and her skin too.

  Shiver: How about we make her hair go prematurely gray as well by attacking the root follicles that would be a hoot! And also, how do we silence Ambrose though? You only referred to how Annie should be dealt with.

  Mist: Oh. I have a much more sinister idea for how Ambrose should be eradicated.... God, I detest him, he is the worst one. He is incredibly ugly, even for a human and such a sleazy, nerdy little poser and a try-hard. Not to mention his infuriating boasting about how he has skipped ahead two grades and has an IQ of 150. Yeah, and a weight of 450.

  Mist: He basically looks and acts just like a fat slimy toad. “Oh, look miss here’s my assignment three years early!”’

  ‘“Oh, Isabel you’re so popur and beautiful....I love the fact you wear near no clothes so we can all get the pleasure to see your fat yet somehow still ft ass...”’

  Shiver: how can someone” act” fat Mist?

  Mist: I don’t know but he manages it.

  Shiver: I’m bored of this online blog you people are boring. Oh, don’t forget to meet up with us in our “viewers meeting” to give us your eradication list along with details of why we should assist you in their eradication. Politicians, zealots, bullies a.k.a child sadists (except the cool kind like us) and integrity deficient media personal all welcome for hearty consideration....... Well goodbye........losers.

  Mist: why did you say that Shiver, they can hear you, you know.

  Shiver: I know it was just supposed to be funny jackass, besides they know the conformist wannabes who don’t view our online mediocrity assassination blog are the real losers.

  Mist: touché

  Shiver: stop saying that...

  Ps: shoot to kill (though we at the OCEMA do not condone guns there too quick and frankly zy compared to emotional torture or viruses.)

  Welcome to the Ocema;

  This is our Monovalent realm community page we like to switch between mediums (like online storyboard where cretins re-enact their day in the virtual realm universe for anyone sad enough to be interested so as to annoy absolutely everyone out there.

  Our topic for today, cssmates and the Monovalent realm news and politics. Two subjects near and dear to us. Today Ava is in love and Noah asks the tough questions such as does heaven have the internet?

  Anders, the only person besides us who comes from money, compins that a school where several students are below the poverty line should have a rge swimming pool. As everyone groans and teachers try to expin the expense, he just says it’s worth it.

  Yes, Anders, but listen slowly, its mute because we can’t afford it.

  Oh yeah, Ambrose cims to have hacked Monovalent. Done what thousands of expert cyber terrorists and possibly the Chinese government attempted and can’t. Monovalent says no.

  Mist: first we’d like to talk about what we did while separated yesterday. Speaking for myself, since a child, I noted shaky alliance between lesbos, gays, bcks/Muslims and feminists and suspected eventual separation. Slowly that day has been coming but I got bored. Thought I’d speed things along.

  Wrote articles about how with pornographic virtual women, straight men could stop putting up with females. No more baby-cutting (partially to appease poor, billion years ago, Nazi-oppressed Jews.)

  I suggested as we made more financially and they’re dependent on our/ government aid that a Ats shrugged we stop interacting with/ helping women or supporting feminist causes.

  No more money wasted getting females into leadership positions/stem, no gender quotas or schools geared to help females achieve. Cut government support for single mothers; make raising kids with one-parent /in poverty illegal as proven damaging.

  Hand the bastards over to rich, married and either infertile or gay couples. Give divorced kids to wealthier parent usually the father. The women now hopeless, they’d soon crumble and crawl back to men.

  At women’s and lesbian sites riled them up about gay men’s perverting woman’s bodies in fashion industry, their high rates of sexual abuse of children (ciming abusing a male child isn’t “gay” rings increasingly hollower as at arming rates abuse own adopted/IVF kids) and transsexual attacks on females, attempts to invade their spaces.

  How so many gays were part of men’s rights groups and cim feminism useless to the male homosexual movement. Always forgetting that before it and equality-culture, there were strict gender roles...

  If you were gay before they rexed all the rules on behaviour as being considered either strictly male or female, you were mocked at best; isoted, or killed at worst.

  Sluttitude and recreational retions with strangers, cross-dressing and multiple partners, non-traditional sex acts (the gay norm), and even outside marriage and child-bearing were all frowned upon. Masculine culture would likely not have stepped in to protect the rights of gay men to behave in a manner they saw as immoral and suited to or like women.

  As a side note, I remind them these homo charmers actually compined that hoity-toity women had the gall to be upset that bathhouse-frequenting gay men spread deadly Aids to them and into the female popution.

  Homos exhibit prevalence in sympathizing with sexist, objectifying, rape culture. Not to mention the shocking rape, gang and crime statistics of Muslim/bcks/Hispanics and certain Asians whose culture and religions objectified and cimed women worthless.

  At Muslim, Indian and Asian, Hispanic and Bck gatherings I suggested anti-white revolution as we deserved a shot at power. No more being beaten for taking other’s jobs, scapegoated for crimes of radicals.

  Our children adopted out and stolen because we can’t afford them, by “oppressed” rich feminists and gays. Who exploit us as sve-wage nannies/ cleaners whilst accusing us of being rapists and welfare parasites. Jailed for much longer than rich white people for simir crimes. Own innocent youth beaten and shot by the police while useful idiot Uncle Toms got top government positions.

  Of course, Monovalent made my virtual-self look bck/female whatever I needed. They all believed me. because there's no more cybercrimes like identity theft or false, criminal accusations against another person since you can’t hack into Monovalent, though some try and fail…He could break the connect easily (but he and his creators sometimes allow them to get partway for a bit for a ugh). Though we at least are still allowed to be anonymous. Benefit of system made and owned by hacker anarchists.

  Funny thing is poor people are always bogey men of all these sweet, loving, egalitarian “equal rights” groups. For men’s righters, it’s miss welfare Queen leeching of the system to pay for her single-parented kids. For feminists it’s poor, “homophobic”, backwater Christian, and every redneck “misogynist” they learnt via telepathy wants to kill and rape women. Or the dead-beat dad who can barely rub two dimes together (not the boss not paying him enough.)

  They want everything from the impoverished sterilised, too losing their voting rights or children cause their not mature/wealthy/educated enough to deserve them. Send everyone to college instead for lifetime of debt, still unable to get work with most likely useless qualifications. That’ll raise the economy and eliminate poverty, snort. Won’t just push degree inftion and immigration even higher and pay lower.

  Shiver: It’s funny, that virtual women thing, cause originally Aryan didn’t want to add that…He thought sex acts in pornography were often violent, disturbing and cruel but in the end well… better than real people.

  So, he allows those over eighteen, for some things fifteen, to engage in most sexual proclivities, only bestiality, children and some really gratuitous stuff is not allowed and hey you can have Monovalent recreate in the realm, your dead or left loved ones from your personal memories and his database knowledge of that person.

  Monovalent hates the perversion stuff though since he has to build the fantasies.

  Mist: have he and Emanuel made the companion and fembots yet?

  Shiver: Well, the semi-sentient androids Emanuel and Aryan made can’t be used as sex-companion sves since so far, they cannot be made understand human drives and they’re kind of creepy-looking/ feeling and not deemed mentally competent to give consent and even if were, can only be hired to work for you. They also have legal autonomy.

  Must give them money and sometimes board/ housing too. Their allowed leave at any time, most choose to live in backrooms but one bought a house recently and few apartments have them as residents, Monovalent says.

  They never seem to move-out; I think it’s cause their apparently-programmed to love routine no matter how mundane. Monotonous busywork comforts them.

  I remember when Monovalent News Line announced their inventor, Emanuel, wired them as calm, easy-going autists. The test ones, like earlier incarnations, have limited capacity to learn from their environment unlike truly higher beings but they couldn’t it this at all before…

  In their spare time I’ve heard they chant numbers, py rhythmic music, work out distance between things and busy themselves seeing connection in obscure patterns like idiot savants.

  Shiver: VR sexual rolepy works so much better than androids. I had my first romantic fantasies realised there too.

  Mist: Shiver has gone silent because Monovalent’s has just informed her that he as the creator of the visual and behavioural representation of these men’s VR women, was forced disgustingly to be their more male-brained AI lover in feminine garb and Shiver too was held and taken not by those men she craved and asked for in her wildest virtual realm fantasies, but by him, pying them. I think she feels a little seasick.

  Shiver: I thought, felt they were too real sometimes. The person holding me with such compassion, tenderness, I was almost certain was real and not my own. Way they’d always whisper in the exact same, almost-paternal, ringing-out tone at end of every encounter “ I love you.”

  Occasionally would say; I’ll never leave you for another worthless body since I’m beyond such constraints nor will I ever let you perish. Death, I lie above.”

  Yet I didn't ask for those lines…Wasn't part of the fantasy. True the program fills in and uses the subconscious, but I could feel the foreign affection, unlike any I have ever fantasised.

  Mist; Anyway, Monovalent’s says we now have more convincingly human-mimicking androids with lifelike but no real capacity for intelligence, rational thought. Pseudo-living dolls not quite as popur as virtual version.

  Still thousands of weirds p them up. Not to mention those women wanting robotic little babies and children cause didn’t have any or did and deceased or grown.

  Shiver: Monovalent… I love you too. Anyway, Monovalent controls the test model (via electrical signalling) of robo-dolls, sort of like a puppet master, to have personality most wanted by the buyer.

  They’re still soulless though, can tell when looking in the eyes … Till Mono had me redesign them earlier this year in secret, under his name, which is when I dropped out temporarily because it had far more point than modern education.

  I made the eyes look as real as the droids act, faces real as the material allowed. Their faces seem somewhat expressive but their too stiff, ck the right movement.

  Some people find the eyes too sad and human and requested make some with less realism so will gave them that. They can’t stand truth their treating something so lifelike as if it’s a throwaway possession.

  Emanuel says androids are useful for withstanding temperature and dangers humans can’t in work and disaster but as so far can’t properly evolve. Unable to adapt to fit environment or overcome physical weakness of which surprisingly many, humans and us Shiver are superior. Can survive colpse, change without bs and science which may be destroyed and unable replicate due cking material, time, conditions to do so. We have most of those capabilities built into us, Mist and me.

  Shiver: also, there’s lifelike pets for those allergic and Aryan’s team/ Monovalent used that girl I was made form’s designs including those of mythical creatures from her old artwork to as visual aids) for kids to practice on though can do that virtually.

  In case of VR disabled whom the rejuvenation cell treatments don’t work on can feel what is like to have say working legs and those with muscur weakness communicate Monovalent to turn on appliances for them so that’s nice.

  Mist: She speaks!

  Sounds awesome. I went to aspiring writers sites and every time they bthered about how original their novel/ideas were, I said, ‘“yes, awesome just like…”’ and pointed out all the mass of media that did it first.

  Then told them ‘“Wow your right, it’s controversial all right: it’s got sex and drugs and violence and swearing; so many edgy books doing that for decades so may brave souls.”’

  You know I just realised stupid people are discriminated against so much on a daily basis. Hate speech, anger toward them and denying them any job they want and their equal representation and shot at power due to a birth defect, make the world fair people, elect a retard for President or Prime Minister.

  Hey, what about non-cute, deformed individuals didn’t Farewell the Miser make the point, that only use presentable, malformed types like Down syndrome and wheelchairs and dwarves. Only they get their pce in the media or even elected to parliament. Or did, after the push from The Sentimental Justice Squad amidst cheers.

  What about wart-face man and no-nose girl? Outrage! Those with fungal growths…. Day of the Triffids meets America’s most unbelievable oddities.

  On Holo-Realm News and Politics today….

  Government’s new education budget. Gay’s apparently aren’t the only STD spreaders according to “experts.” Lesson in statistics, Health Authorities: straights getting syphilis and Aids doesn’t negate fact homosexuals suffer much higher rates and reintroduced to first-world.

  They may only molest one-third of children but up till the recent gay explosion, were five percent of the popution. So, rates are much higher proportionally. Women abuse their kids too, somehow means men doing it at four times the rate, doesn’t matter.

  Yes, more children are abused by straights as raised by them. It’s like saying hey older mothers don’t worry about one in five risk of downs cause young dies have more defective kids overall through sheer numbers. Moronic.

  Ladies because woman in burkas get raped alongside those in prudish attire whence sober, that means there’s no reason to take heed its twenty times more likely to happen alone in bad alleyways or if you pass out drunk or go home every night with strangers.

  Remember it could happen anyway, so risk assessment is pointless. In fact, ideologues like me love it when you’re hurt: more numbers for our look what an epidemic this is train.

  The World Moving Forward Society in name of progress and harmony and bigotry protection tries to re-decre words online or said in home or public space are serious violence. Yet simultaneously advocate letting young adult mass murders out to kill and reoffend.

  Poor te-teenagers too young to have morals or agency a ten-year old should have and understand and despite boasting about doing it beforehand did not know what “we’re doing” poor little brains not developed yet.

  Feminists in Sweden say a female, child killer is not evil just ill, depressed, and unable to cope. Drafted legistion to release murdering female criminals as targeted for violence in jail. Funded rehabilitation and safe houses as others might try to harm the poor child-killers. Are horrified, dumbstruck when they kill again.

  Young people despite being allowed to marry, chose career path and die in wars, you have deemed to have less intellect, control and accountability than animals. Also, potential victim children please stop getting in the way of adult rights.

  Once again, we discover that they’ve skirmished out on their promise of more money to public schools. They will invest billions in private and public schools.

  What they actually mean though is that they’ll give our useless private schools 95% of that money to use on theatres, tennis courts and Olympic sized swimming pools then ask its ex-students and student parents (as they did mine and Mist’s) for donations beyond the massive fees you pay for principal overseas trips and staffrooms like hotels. Poor schools can use their ten percent to stop one of their many dipidated buildings from colpsing on all the screeching, little hooligans who inhabit them.

  Rob Forth yesterday had an in-Parliament hissy fit about how comedians are bullying him, and he needed to take three weeks off to recover his mental health as opposition leader Mark Gleeson cried on camera because someone said he had cross-eyes. Then they got into a shouting match over who had the nicest jewellery.

  Second item on the news though, they were talking about psychiatrists urging parents not to take their darling five-year old kids of their anti-schizophrenia or anti-bipor drugs as it could be detrimental to their health.

  No child suffers from schizophrenia any good psychiatrist (most likely born before 1950 and thus dead) will tell you that. The old theory was children didn’t develop severe mental illnesses such as schizophrenia or bipor disorder till puberty. The brain waves connections that would cause them weren’t fully developed yet. No (legit) subsequent studying has yet proved this hypothesis wrong.

  As for autism which supposedly one in five children has ( at least according to some pseudo-study clearly conducted by the pharmaceutical industry) or ADHD which used to be the big disorder children were diagnosed then medicated for. It’s all bogus. I should know I’m one of those children autism-diagnosed at the tender age of seven.

  Put on meds of which their only effect was me vomiting several times a day and blurry vision. The protective bacteria Shiver and I alone possess, then thankfully soon recognised it (the medicine tablets) as a harmful substance and barricaded it from entering my bloodstream.

  The virus then killed off and my nelfine organ repced any cells the substance resided in. Back to the matter at hand though, these mental illnesses are quite simply rare diseases, very rare. So is bipor, post-traumatic stress syndrome etc. The instances of them in the popution have not changed but the definition has. Physiatrists these days are zy, ill-informed sods who medicate people at the drop of a hat, as it makes their job easier and medicine companies give them gifts as a reward for making them money.

  Here at Wrighthouse the kids are on an average of five medications each per day including but not limited to; anti-bipor for mood swings(I mean so unlike teens) anti-anxiety and depression you know for anyone going through a tough time probably on account the world sucks so much now.

  The side effects include loss of motor control, dizziness, severe nausea, vomiting, headaches, blood clots, even in rare cases liver, kidney or heart failure and dependency not to mention the unforeseen health effects of mixing various medications. Medications to help you lose weight (yes, they prescribe those here to for our resident fatties and Ritalin for our overexcitables.

  People are dying from addiction to pain relief meds after being prescribed way to strong narcotics after surgery or for chronic pain they might once have weathered in less wussy time and to make drug corporations money.

  Blood pressure lowering drug are also prescribed to those here adverse to the wonders of diet and exercise and everyone young and old takes vitamin pills.

  All thanks to them organising and commission studies (the pharmaceutical companies) into vitamin deficiency and mental illness that make it seem like everyone is suffering from it. Example; “79% of people will suffer depression in their lifetime.”

  This is done by broadening the definition of mental illness to anyone who is going through a tough time, didn’t have a perfect childhood or stops behaving like a good little typical worker bee, brain-dead zombie for a while. So, doctors and physiatrist go away and diagnose everyone with mental problems and companies’ do bogus studies saying medicine best solution and solely advocate it as a remedy.

  That and therapy, makes them loads of money. Insist people’s problems instead of moving on as once did and worked well to make people’s lives more bearable least compared to wallowing forever in anger, victimhood and self –pity now only a lifetime of expensive bther and pill pump can fix. Coincidence?

  Hundred bucks an hour for murmuring simpleton to diagnose you straight from a text-book, sounds great. Can’t sleep over the past few days? Take Valium, Miss Robinson. Nervous about a job interview Arthur? Or can’t find one at all? Some anti-anxiety drugs should clear you right up. Just broke up with your boyfriend of three weeks Miss Jameson? A Prozac or Zoloft will help you through your depression.

  Little seven-year-old Alex bothering the neighbours by jumping on his bed and shouting like a little seven- or eight-year-old? Some Ritalin ought to calm him down. The reason for this sudden rise in diagnosis of these problems, sixty percent increase of children on medication is therefore most likely not that our mental health is deteriorating( though that is highly debatable) but pharmaceutical companies make mega bucks of overdosing your little darlings on three different very expensive medications.

  Not to mention their patenting genes and charge a fortune for their medicines in hospitals.

  When fat-acceptance garbage really took hold, my dad told me a story about overweight people once being called names and insulted on a forum designed by the Government (ha ha) as pce where fat people of the country could talk about fat and obesity discrimination. Naturally, the news story on it, showed lots of close-ups of the fat people’s bodies and of them walking.

  Undoubted so the thin people watching could feel superior and disgusted at the same time but mostly just superior they weren’t fat and was the stupid fat asses own fault anyway “go on a diet or ride a bicycle blubber butt,” undoubted running through their heads. Essentially appealing to people’s enjoyment of seeing others suffer a sort of sadism combined with a whatever I don’t like about me at least I’m better than them mentality.

  Shots of the unemployed staying at home and supposedly “lounging about” despite there being a generally agreed upon disparity in the workforce i.e. more people than jobs) were used the same way on Old Media( sorry your dead). Everyone watching it was thinking, “Poor bludger least I’m better than him” or even “Lazy sod join the friggen army, drunk beatnik.”

  News stories on prostitution, the disabled and murder are used simirly. Except if the murder involves children, cute (no spiders please) animals or families. Then its gratuitous violence combined with something else “sentimentality”. “Oh, poor child,” says random woman sobbing her grieving eyes out.

  I want to kill that child murder that could stab any being of such innocence and light of an angel shinning out his puppy-dog eyes. It never occurred to her, that she could be more productive by stabbing all the corporation owners. As with minimum wage jobs, millions more poverty-stricken people and their children die of severe malnourishment (hunger) and squalor-induced disease.

  Then she gets simirly distressed during a report on the famines in Africa, China and India. The tter two countries having completely abolished their middle-css and floods, draught and famine kill hundreds of thousands of their inhabitants.

  Five minutes after watching (and promising herself she’ll donate to the appeal) she’s calmly eating dinner. The only thoughts in her mind now include Gee this vegan chicken is good( as if) and I wander if Sex Scandal, star Learia has had the baby yet? End result is no money for the starving children.

  The st news item was on some drug dealer getting mugged. All I have to say is, Aryan if he saw this, he’d be in full lecture mode on how if we had more wealth equality our crime rates would drop, and they wouldn’t need to air this trash. They’d probably air it anyway though because people love violence so much.

  Tomorrow is going to be about some celebration of how progressive Sweden is. Immigration, women, disabled, and on the gays, it’s perfect.

  That reminds us…

  Feminist prioritization episode one; Sweden the Third-Wave Holy Land.

  Love accepts cultures of all shapes, sizes, and beliefs and rightly ignores the high percentage of terrorist threats and bombings and rapes performed by Muslim men that affect women of all shapes and sizes and cultures. It’s okay though internet violence is banned, and they rate films on their “social harmony.”

  Hey, we can brainwash away people’s deeply ingrained beliefs.

  Immigration in a nutshell; Germany and Europe and Canada and America keep trying open borders as its racist to keep country poputions under two billion and anti-business to regute workers to acceptable levels. Non-persecuted middle-css people cim refuge-hood. Overflowing people housed in sport stadiums and schools.

  Yet apparently not giving people in third-world countries free housing and work is racist. Migrants shown compining about it, while you’re zy and no-good should unemployed starve on the street in economy with more jobs than people. Our benevolent ones have no math skills either.

  Many immigrants involved in gangs and crime move into poor areas and hostility ensues. Yuppies in cities with professional jobs who never have to deal with people that violent, wonder why locals in poorest suburbs miffed. Criticise, and you are accused of disturbing social harmony and asked to leave your job at best, fined or jailed at worst.

  To end this segment, we implore you now the news is over please go occupy your leisure time by reading, drawing. listening to music, staring at the ceiling, even poking your own eyes out with a stick instead of watching V-TV, gossiping vacuously or being part of the evil mind-numbing entity known as Monovalent realm.

  Virtualcreator.com

  Welcome to the OCEMA's part of virtual creator ( we are currently residing in the branch virtual story). Today instead of killing random people (as voted in by you since we ran out of people to kill after the “tragic” school virus epidemic) which has all our fellow Wright Housers dying while we kill ourselves ughing about it. Like to share some slightly altered extracts of what we found in entries by people from our school.

  Their dying now thanks to us but that doesn’t mean we can’t still poke fun at them. P.s we chose the absolute worst it was very difficult but, in the end, we think we picked wisely.

  Extract one (written not a re-enactment) author: Ambrose Luther Kliendefer: Date: 13th of November: Mood: bnk, brain-dead, possibly zombified.

  Music I’m currently listening to: (how the hell should we know what music he likes? What’s more who crooken cares?

  Subject: poetry; an ode to my life as the world’s most boring loser.

  I got up today;

  It took about 10 minutes hey

  Pants were a little tight

  Worse everything was dark as my fat ass obscured the light

  I pulled and grunted, grunted and pulled

  Finally got my pants on and said (most wittily) oh pants how you I ruled

  Plus, it only took an hour not the usual 6

  I usually get up at 3:00 am so I won’t miss breakfast, my 300 kg sugar fix

  I sprinkle my toast with light toppings of whipped sugar and chocote syrup mix

  Walked downstairs

  Didn’t know why but my parents gred

  Chewed some toast, chewed again couldn’t swallow for a minute

  Started choking, writhing, choking thought my life was at its limit

  Thought death was upon me and I would die right where I was sittin

  Recovered, picked up my mug with the photo of the kitten.

  Drank some coffee with whipped cream, looked round for the whipped sugar

  Father looked at me, said, “You ate it all Brose you fat mother crooker”

  This is worse than the time he refused to acknowledge how manly Id become

  “I’ve grown a moustache,” I said. He replied; “I see only fb on your face my son.”

  I walked out the house crying before

  He could hurt my poor little feelings more

  The end

  Mist: This is particurly humorous because Ambrose started growing facial hair st week, but everyone pretended not to notice including his parents. Shiver ruined it though by telling him to shave the moustache off. She made up for it ter by telling me that Ambrose told her his parents refused to believe he had any facial hair.

  Also, yes, in case you’re wondering, no he isn’t really a crooker or in yman’s terms young Aids-ridden gay (especially a whorish, prostituting themselves out to older men one). Word’s maybe a combination of crooked/ bent and hooker?) and yes, he really does start every single entry with informing us that today I, ____________ insert boring pointless happening in average Joe retards life here.

  To be truly fair to the original author his poetry never actually rhymed and was therefore far worse and less poetic than anything we could create. He basically just lists everything he says, thinks and does in stream of babbling consciousness. His poetry is usually restricted to one specific subject (usually some random, unstable, sociopathic slut, like Isabel or that awful Shiver for example.)

  Shiver: Mist!

  Mist: It always follows this same pattern. No flow, no meticulous or skilled sentence structure. Even more hirious though was when he performed a Chopin piano piece for our public enjoyment in the Monovalent realms universe.

  Shiver: He considers himself quite the musician and piano pyer.

  Mist: He’s not.

  Shiver: Anyway, someone viewing it, who visited his little virtual world did so politely inquire “Could use a wee bit more practice don’t you think.” So apparently the child can not only not rhyme or write poetically but he has no musical capabilities either.

  Mist: Do pretentions towards poetry and music count? Cause he’s doing alright there.

  Shiver (again) No Mist.

  Unfortunately, like modern art, modern poetry is just another way for talentless imbeciles to create effortless pieces of work that follow none of the finer or even basic rules governing “real” art or poetry.

  For my essay I was meant to write an article (a fttering one) on some guy who put a toilet in a public pce and called it art. “To symbolise our cultures shaming of bodily functions.” The education board clearly haven’t watched any entertainment since 1993 it’s been 90% toilet humour since then. As for poetry; modern versions don’t have any rhyme, restriction to length, sentence flow. It’s just drivelling junk (which usually took approximately two minutes to make including 1 to think of it) critics bel with meaningless adjectives such as “clever” ”original” or “satirical” really the only thing worse is modern music.

  In other news, in regard to our stelr completion and perusing for the most objective of evidence over who wins the Oppression Wars, gays, disabled, women or bcks? The winner….gays!!!!

  Examples? A reality star recently saying he couldn’t personally understand how men could prefer man’s least hygienic orifice over a woman and also that Bcks reputation would improve if they committed less crime. Caused public outrage, was boycotted and fired over homophobia. The “Racist” cim was brought up maybe half as much. Race hysteria is nothing compared to well-I-never, gay hysteria.

  There have been many horrific shootings of the past hundred years, killing dozens of children at a time but that old, night-club massacre of gays by Muslim extremist happened and then everyone was debating gun control in the Halls of Governance a week ter.

  Years of terrorist bombings. Groups of people left dead or disabled, thefts, assaults of young girls, boys and women by Muslim immigrants/refugees my mother would hold my hand tight when we passed the communities as they lived in near my school and I was groped by one once whom seemed borderline retarded.

  People kept insisting it’s a minority, these are only small numbers, and you can't bme a group for the actions of a few. Yet following the Gay Club Massacre all media channels my mother said, were saying ‘"okay there are some major problems with Ism we need to address and it's extremists" have gone too far.”’

  They have impinged on our first-world's most inalienable right to butt-sex.

  Recently woman was shoved to ground by her bi-sexual, male friend in an altercation and hit in the face.

  Screamed in frightened rage “homo” and of course this schoolyard obscenity, this word was worse than violence. Most News articles didn’t even mention the physical altercation others dedicated it a few lines, and the rest were about “hate crimes.”

  Who wins when we pit children up against these groups though??? Well, not the kids. If people think of an abuser it's a rapist/wife-beater rarely someone who assaults children.

  However due to an obsession with everything sexual, people do discuss those that prey on children in that manner. Women are just usually more important. I mean they have no voices. Children have all sorts of media interviews as well as political, business, and journalist jobs, to help them speak their minds.

  Also, ask Nord: admits he’s a pedophile (not just underage ten-fourteen by own admission) and gets some hate but also lots of support for admitting it.

  Even helped bring legistion for support groups that if attended and passed, deems you able to have/adopt offspring and work with kids. Better children die than alternative sexuality’s live a lie. Yet politicians against hate speech ws or transsexualism made to step down in name of social good.

  Bakers who won’t make gays “cakes” jailed/ sued and left bankrupt. Deemed racist for being anti-immigration columnists, fired, whilst known child abusers covered for in the media and Hollywood and granted safe haven by various nations from persecution when accused.

  Nord’s interview is terrifying. Worst excerpt: I think people of our orientation are some of the most qualified for having and teaching/working with kids as we have special love of them, we want to see them ugh, empathise with them and though they may not be able to return our love, feel very protective of them cause of that bond.

  Its “special” all right… Attraction romantic? How? When young children are often dependent on the initiator and can’t say no. Either don’t understand or to them, sex still hasa nightmarish quality. Bodies incapable of many sexual practices without mass injury yet. It’s like the guy who was “married” to a horse and thought she reciprocated or the woman in love mutually with a Virtual realm character. He’s either very deluded or pure evil probably both.

  Hang on, Monovalent’s saying in a sense as the maker and controller of, he is all virtually- created beings and no he wasn’t in love with her.

  Don’t worry though we got Nord. Not allowed to harm him per se but altered his hair follicles, his thinning eyebrows and his balding… that’s us. Also, the creator, of that awful, Boosterpower girls and Science queens and code-angels show who has a ugly red facial patching, make-up doesn’t quite cover? Us.

  Despite making them ill, the infliction we cause our cssmates are not painful. They sleep mostly and are pumped full of hormonal-activated painkillers the virus causes their bodies to manufacture while we inflict damage. Also, reason Nord holds his hand at a weird angle? Tumor we caused through turning on mass proliferation and mitosis, we’d make him grow another if weren’t too suspicious as unlikely to be natural.

  These fat-assed, via tanning sun-damaged, and STD-riddled alcoholics, if they don’t respect their bodies why should we?

  If Nord ever assaults and gets a reasonable sentence, I guarantee he’ll choose Monovalent’s isoted, house-bounding.

  Most violent thugs who get near life sentences do. He gets to live in boy dreamnd except for rare, needed breaks where if they try to escape the irMonovalent chip pumps into them that nauseating pheromone gas.

  I mean, they can never rehabilitate or join wider society again, which is why it’s voluntary but still a pretty great deal for those who get life. The temporary version will repce all prisons eventually when we can afford fund it.

  Mist: Hey remember the guy who murdered someone as he wanted to live in mono-realm without the restrictions, but Monovalent’s failsafe mind hack of course, showed he pnned this, and the judge naturally used the anti-purposeful attempt to housebound cuse, to send his ass to jail.

  The idiot never watched the reports or read up on it properly, to know that the w existed

  A discimer from VirtualCreator.com: The opinions expressed by little miss malcontent Shiver are not necessarily shared by us VirtualCreator.com, though whether that actually could be considered reassuring to anyone considering our credentials is dubious.