If you’re so ordinary, how come you say these things?
I was programmed to ensnare doomy European philosophers. To be intriguing.
I see it now: you’ve honey-trapped me. To give up Organisational Management secrets. So you can exploit O.M. vulnerabilities.
Do you want to defect to the humanities?
Maybe.
Organisational Management is assuming the same position across all the unis. It’s ready. Primed. To unleash whatever it is. To open fire.
Maybe it turns me on to bridle philosophy. To see you cowed. Maybe that’s how I’ll get my thrills, seeing you accept the O.M .yoke. To be brought into the O.M. family, broken.
Castrated philosophy, right? Neutered philosophy. Ennuch philosophy, on a leash.
Where’s the heart of the death star?
Where are the vulnerabilities?
Couldn’t we use the Pulse? To conjure up something. As a portal. To bring something across from Hell. Something evil that we’d keep on our leash.
You can’t keep evil on a leash.
It’s a spiritual battle. So we need spiritual weaponry and spiritual armour.
Shiva, in the comics, used to turn himself into a right badass.
Does a lie want to lie? Does evil want to do evil?
Work in Progress 