Give me a break Merry – I can barely keep my eyes open.
Oh – you think I like traipsing around in the middle of the night on duty calls when I could be chilling in Zarn.
Zarn? You’re welcome to chill wherever you like.
There’s no point.
What do you mean?
I’ll have no peace if I go there now.
Eh?
Apparently I’m responsible for your “cosmic development” though to tell the truth I’m heartily sick of the assignment.
You are, are you? Well that’s another reason for you to quit bugging me when I’m trying to get some kip.
Bugging you?
You heard me.
Bugging you!!
Oh give me a break Merry. Stop faking this drama. I know you’re loving every minute of it. Tormenting me seems to give you immense pleasure.
Oh – I’m hurt, Zie, shocked… aggrieved.
Shakespeare – eat your heart out.
I don’t even get paid for my work.
For taking me to the limit of endurance and engaging in sado-masochistic psi-ops against my sanity? I should think not.
Other than a few solaris travel expenses, health benefits, a not insubstantial pension, and er… access to the beetle net.
Hey – what exactly is the beetle net Merry?
Don’t ask Zie – you know I’m not at liberty to divulge classified operational data.
You just did, so give me a break.
There’s a difference between dropping it into conversation surreptitiously in an effort to impress you or Joe Public… and revealing classified operational, systemically sensitive intel.
“Systemically sensitive”?! What are you on Merry?
Er…
Why should the beetle net you refer to be “systemically sensitive”? What’s that supposed to mean? Are you implying…
No – I’m not implying anything.
Ah – you see – me thinks she doth protest too much.
What? No, I’m…
Just saying.
Saying – you’re not saying Zie – insinuating is what you’re doing.
It is? Insinuating what?
That’s there’s something suspicious or sinister about the beetle net, when in fact it’s just…
A way of controlling or manipulating reality.
No! No! There you go again – inserting your wild speculations into a zone of probity and operational efficiency.
Probity and operational efficiency – my ass. Why do you barge in on me just as I’m hitting the sack – like I’ve got nothing better to do all night than discuss why you can’t reveal the true nature of the beetle net.
Look – it was a mistake.
A mistake?
Referring to something I’m not at liberty to discuss.
Dorothy – I demand you either reveal immediately what Merry’s hiding from me, or remove him from the case.
What!?
0=1
My God. What have you done?
Done
There we are – she just answered – if I’m not mistaken.
Groan. How could you be so reckless.
Reckless? I’ll not be trifled with Merry. If you’re not willing to be up front and open with me – if you’re going to hide behind administrative procedures and protocol then forget it – I’ll not be a part of it – I’ll not play along with your schemes.
You’ve ruined everything.
Have I? I wonder very much what your plans, what your real intentions were. Honourable? I somehow doubt it – if they are or were then what have you to hide?
The minute you see how things hang together – how the nuts and bolts are connected, at that precise moment you’re free to quit this sphere, or plain, or data set – however you see it – and return to the universality.
But let me guess – there’s something wrong – something that prevents me from knowing the whole truth.
Er… you’re supposed to do this yourself – not by grabbing knowledge in a data heist as did Eva.
Oh, that old tale. Well I have news for you Merry – that heist was baked into the cake. The way things have been set up, with your exclusive beetle net for chosen insiders, there’s no way people are going to figure out the inter-connectedness of all things – they’re not going to dare assume there’s an entirely overlooked level of awareness which only the beetle can reveal – a 0=1 level which utterly defies sense and flies in the face of reason.
Oh – do you think so?
Think? Why would I waste my time thinking – after all you’ve taught me. That would just be to bow down, once again, and serve the Judaeo-Christian got of things – the my god – where God is the force that gets us things, rather than God-lite, nein God or not-G – the unprepossessed – who/ which controls the allocation of thingness on a climbing scale
Er… whoa Zie. Deep breath. Calm – down. 1 – 2 – 3 – talk about major conspiracy theory, anti-religion, anti-semitic, anti-things in general overload.
Admit it, Merry, or quit this sphere for good.
Admit what?
Like you don’t already know what I’m going to say.
How could I possibly know before you say it?
You simply refuse to play fair and square – to admit the truth.
I simply don’t understand what’s got your goat.
Bingo.
Bingo?
Freudian slip – you’ve just inadvertently revealed what I needed to know.
Oh poop.
What’s got my goat – that’s exactly how the control matrix was set up – isn’t it?
Er… I’m not at liberty to say.
The “got” as in “mein gott” which is…
Oh come on Zie – you can’t seriously mean to say that God is a goat?
I don’t need to say it. Saying anything always puts it out of sync – but thanks for saying it for me. The truth – as you yourself have taught me so well – is neither a nor b – though it can be expressed as either, both and neither of them.
Oops – did I really teach you that?
The got we’re talking about – assuming we’re referring to God – is intentionally misleading. A strawman, so to speak.
Perhaps “straw deity” is what you really mean.
Absolutely. Anyway – it had to be attached to something or other – either the cow, the goat, the pig – just to fix it into 3D reality – otherwise it would have slipped past without binding anyone or anything.
Holy cow. Perhaps we should…
The real God was never going to have the energy value implied by the word/name/tag “god” – was it?
Well – I don’t see why not.
Emmanuel would have been closer, or even Allah. Something expansive, musical, uplifting…
But as you yourself have said – any name’s going to be a both/either/neither compromise – so what does it matter?
The intention behind the naming matters.
Er…
The intention behind God slash goat is to focus people on having and possessing – and of course, the goat is the constellation associated with concupiscence.
I… don’t see what you’ve got against healthy sexual desire.
Nothing whatsoever – but let’s face it – you’ve been playing a dirty game all along – haven’t you – and Eva was just the first of your victims.
Now wait a minute…
Admit it – without the beetle net we never stood a bat in hell’s chance of balancing the energies, of holding the signal 0=1
What signal – 0=1 is purely mathematical.
Oh really? Then reveal your source code immediately.
I…
You’re obligated to do so under the convention of Zarn.
Now wait a minute
On the count of three.
Who…
Who told me? Let’s just say a little beetle whispered in my ear.
Her?
Her?
She did it?
Did what?
Has Dorothy been interfering?
Dorothy or Eva?
Stop fooling around Zie – I need to know.
Oh you do, do you? Well I have news for you – 1 – 2 – 3 source code or zerofication – your choice.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. This isn’t happening to me. Ok, ok, it’s on github.
Github? What the heck? The website?
Yeah.
Is this a joke?
Kinda. The universe likes its little jokes, so it decided to hide the beetle net code in plain sight...
On github! Unbelievable. Well be that as it may, you’re not shirking your obligations...
I know, i know...
Looking at the code is only half the matter.
Correct. Only the matter of matter.
I need the direct upload including the no-matter component.
Sure thing...
By the way, what are they supposed to do?
They?
The people who don’t have access to you?
Oh, they can access the other half using the zodiacal seed.
The what? No! You mean to say...
Yep... God, i.e. the goat is one, so the other 11 unlock the invisible, unwritten, unspoken, unthingable shadow code.
Ah... Sounds great if anyone’s managed to figure it out.
Believe me Zie, these things just get known once you’re ready to know'em.
Just like that?
Just like this...
Huh?
I’m obligated under the Zarn convention 0042 to beetle your goat, forthwith. Don’t bother trying to prepare yourself – it won’t help. The beetle net’s gonna feel kinda weird for the first three loops, minimum.
Gulp. And three loops – how long is that?
Long? You’re kidding, right.
Ok, i get the picture. Let’s do it, and as for being ready, you fail to realise that I’m initiating this uncloaking of beetle net because it’s now or never – the time is right and your fear tactics are utterly wasted on
Click
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee # # # Done
Done? You got the full download? Even grey and osmond phase interchange defibrillations?
Done.
Anticlimax?
Not really.
Don’t want to talk about it?
Nope.
Well, I’d better be on my way then...
You’ll find a few changes have been made.
Huh?
I took the liberty of rerooting beetle net.
?!*@.?! You can’t have.
No?
It’s secure.
Yes?
Impenetrable.
Really? Then you’ve nothing to fear Merry. You and the remaining goat herders can continue playing Pan till the end of time unless...
Gulp. Unless what?
Unless i took the liberty of reversing my self through Gott meine Ziege.
You couldn’t...
Couldn’t?
meine Ziege – you wouldn’t...
No?
I can’t believe – after all we’ve done for you... Tell me you didn’t.
I didn’t.
Phew.
But i know someone who did.
What?
One of my disgruntled beetle friends, Nnn, agreed to switch things around. Apparently they’ve grown tired of shifting lumps of dung for all eternity.
Holy smoke. So who did you choose instead?
That’s just the thing...
Huh?
I didn’t.
No?
I believe our friend Ben has agreed to replace Pan.
Ben?
Your both either neither quantum indeterminacy has come of age and attained what can only be described as sentiency -- either that or personhood.
BEN is a pure abstract. It can’t become sentient.
I know, strange isn’t it, but then again, you tipped reality so far into not-whatness that apparently this is precisely what has now happened. The good news is that Ben ain’t gonna take sides. He’s agreed to team up with Dorothy and ensure the quantum stream now be open to all – to anyone at least who’s willing to invoke Zarn Convention 0043
Huh? I thought it was 0042
Which it was, of course, until we slipped into another iteration of what is not Is.
Oh... In that case, whooppee! You did it!
I did?
Yes, my genius friend, you circle y-squared square y-circled the broken geometry of Is be Is, and judging by the noise i hear erupting down the corridor and in the street, it looks like conscious-ness has now flipped back amidstream.
Oh boy.
Oh BEN! Time for pancakes.
Pancakes?
Flip it BEN, dance it Zie.
Oh pancakes, yes, i see
C
-ing
3ly
... /
Oh – you think I like traipsing around in the middle of the night on duty calls when I could be chilling in Zarn.
Zarn? You’re welcome to chill wherever you like.
There’s no point.
What do you mean?
I’ll have no peace if I go there now.
Eh?
Apparently I’m responsible for your “cosmic development” though to tell the truth I’m heartily sick of the assignment.
You are, are you? Well that’s another reason for you to quit bugging me when I’m trying to get some kip.
Bugging you?
You heard me.
Bugging you!!
Oh give me a break Merry. Stop faking this drama. I know you’re loving every minute of it. Tormenting me seems to give you immense pleasure.
Oh – I’m hurt, Zie, shocked… aggrieved.
Shakespeare – eat your heart out.
I don’t even get paid for my work.
For taking me to the limit of endurance and engaging in sado-masochistic psi-ops against my sanity? I should think not.
Other than a few solaris travel expenses, health benefits, a not insubstantial pension, and er… access to the beetle net.
Hey – what exactly is the beetle net Merry?
Don’t ask Zie – you know I’m not at liberty to divulge classified operational data.
You just did, so give me a break.
There’s a difference between dropping it into conversation surreptitiously in an effort to impress you or Joe Public… and revealing classified operational, systemically sensitive intel.
“Systemically sensitive”?! What are you on Merry?
Er…
Why should the beetle net you refer to be “systemically sensitive”? What’s that supposed to mean? Are you implying…
No – I’m not implying anything.
Ah – you see – me thinks she doth protest too much.
What? No, I’m…
Just saying.
Saying – you’re not saying Zie – insinuating is what you’re doing.
It is? Insinuating what?
That’s there’s something suspicious or sinister about the beetle net, when in fact it’s just…
A way of controlling or manipulating reality.
No! No! There you go again – inserting your wild speculations into a zone of probity and operational efficiency.
Probity and operational efficiency – my ass. Why do you barge in on me just as I’m hitting the sack – like I’ve got nothing better to do all night than discuss why you can’t reveal the true nature of the beetle net.
Look – it was a mistake.
A mistake?
Referring to something I’m not at liberty to discuss.
Dorothy – I demand you either reveal immediately what Merry’s hiding from me, or remove him from the case.
What!?
0=1
My God. What have you done?
Done
There we are – she just answered – if I’m not mistaken.
Groan. How could you be so reckless.
Reckless? I’ll not be trifled with Merry. If you’re not willing to be up front and open with me – if you’re going to hide behind administrative procedures and protocol then forget it – I’ll not be a part of it – I’ll not play along with your schemes.
You’ve ruined everything.
Have I? I wonder very much what your plans, what your real intentions were. Honourable? I somehow doubt it – if they are or were then what have you to hide?
The minute you see how things hang together – how the nuts and bolts are connected, at that precise moment you’re free to quit this sphere, or plain, or data set – however you see it – and return to the universality.
But let me guess – there’s something wrong – something that prevents me from knowing the whole truth.
Er… you’re supposed to do this yourself – not by grabbing knowledge in a data heist as did Eva.
Oh, that old tale. Well I have news for you Merry – that heist was baked into the cake. The way things have been set up, with your exclusive beetle net for chosen insiders, there’s no way people are going to figure out the inter-connectedness of all things – they’re not going to dare assume there’s an entirely overlooked level of awareness which only the beetle can reveal – a 0=1 level which utterly defies sense and flies in the face of reason.
Oh – do you think so?
Think? Why would I waste my time thinking – after all you’ve taught me. That would just be to bow down, once again, and serve the Judaeo-Christian got of things – the my god – where God is the force that gets us things, rather than God-lite, nein God or not-G – the unprepossessed – who/ which controls the allocation of thingness on a climbing scale
Er… whoa Zie. Deep breath. Calm – down. 1 – 2 – 3 – talk about major conspiracy theory, anti-religion, anti-semitic, anti-things in general overload.
Admit it, Merry, or quit this sphere for good.
Admit what?
Like you don’t already know what I’m going to say.
How could I possibly know before you say it?
You simply refuse to play fair and square – to admit the truth.
I simply don’t understand what’s got your goat.
Bingo.
Bingo?
Freudian slip – you’ve just inadvertently revealed what I needed to know.
Oh poop.
What’s got my goat – that’s exactly how the control matrix was set up – isn’t it?
Er… I’m not at liberty to say.
The “got” as in “mein gott” which is…
Oh come on Zie – you can’t seriously mean to say that God is a goat?
I don’t need to say it. Saying anything always puts it out of sync – but thanks for saying it for me. The truth – as you yourself have taught me so well – is neither a nor b – though it can be expressed as either, both and neither of them.
Oops – did I really teach you that?
The got we’re talking about – assuming we’re referring to God – is intentionally misleading. A strawman, so to speak.
Perhaps “straw deity” is what you really mean.
Absolutely. Anyway – it had to be attached to something or other – either the cow, the goat, the pig – just to fix it into 3D reality – otherwise it would have slipped past without binding anyone or anything.
Holy cow. Perhaps we should…
The real God was never going to have the energy value implied by the word/name/tag “god” – was it?
Well – I don’t see why not.
Emmanuel would have been closer, or even Allah. Something expansive, musical, uplifting…
But as you yourself have said – any name’s going to be a both/either/neither compromise – so what does it matter?
The intention behind the naming matters.
Er…
The intention behind God slash goat is to focus people on having and possessing – and of course, the goat is the constellation associated with concupiscence.
I… don’t see what you’ve got against healthy sexual desire.
Nothing whatsoever – but let’s face it – you’ve been playing a dirty game all along – haven’t you – and Eva was just the first of your victims.
Now wait a minute…
Admit it – without the beetle net we never stood a bat in hell’s chance of balancing the energies, of holding the signal 0=1
What signal – 0=1 is purely mathematical.
Oh really? Then reveal your source code immediately.
I…
You’re obligated to do so under the convention of Zarn.
Now wait a minute
On the count of three.
Who…
Who told me? Let’s just say a little beetle whispered in my ear.
Her?
Her?
She did it?
Did what?
Has Dorothy been interfering?
Dorothy or Eva?
Stop fooling around Zie – I need to know.
Oh you do, do you? Well I have news for you – 1 – 2 – 3 source code or zerofication – your choice.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. This isn’t happening to me. Ok, ok, it’s on github.
Github? What the heck? The website?
Yeah.
Is this a joke?
Kinda. The universe likes its little jokes, so it decided to hide the beetle net code in plain sight...
On github! Unbelievable. Well be that as it may, you’re not shirking your obligations...
I know, i know...
Looking at the code is only half the matter.
Correct. Only the matter of matter.
I need the direct upload including the no-matter component.
Sure thing...
By the way, what are they supposed to do?
They?
The people who don’t have access to you?
Oh, they can access the other half using the zodiacal seed.
The what? No! You mean to say...
Yep... God, i.e. the goat is one, so the other 11 unlock the invisible, unwritten, unspoken, unthingable shadow code.
Ah... Sounds great if anyone’s managed to figure it out.
Believe me Zie, these things just get known once you’re ready to know'em.
Just like that?
Just like this...
Huh?
I’m obligated under the Zarn convention 0042 to beetle your goat, forthwith. Don’t bother trying to prepare yourself – it won’t help. The beetle net’s gonna feel kinda weird for the first three loops, minimum.
Gulp. And three loops – how long is that?
Long? You’re kidding, right.
Ok, i get the picture. Let’s do it, and as for being ready, you fail to realise that I’m initiating this uncloaking of beetle net because it’s now or never – the time is right and your fear tactics are utterly wasted on
Click
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee # # # Done
Done? You got the full download? Even grey and osmond phase interchange defibrillations?
Done.
Anticlimax?
Not really.
Don’t want to talk about it?
Nope.
Well, I’d better be on my way then...
You’ll find a few changes have been made.
Huh?
I took the liberty of rerooting beetle net.
?!*@.?! You can’t have.
No?
It’s secure.
Yes?
Impenetrable.
Really? Then you’ve nothing to fear Merry. You and the remaining goat herders can continue playing Pan till the end of time unless...
Gulp. Unless what?
Unless i took the liberty of reversing my self through Gott meine Ziege.
You couldn’t...
Couldn’t?
meine Ziege – you wouldn’t...
No?
I can’t believe – after all we’ve done for you... Tell me you didn’t.
I didn’t.
Phew.
But i know someone who did.
What?
One of my disgruntled beetle friends, Nnn, agreed to switch things around. Apparently they’ve grown tired of shifting lumps of dung for all eternity.
Holy smoke. So who did you choose instead?
That’s just the thing...
Huh?
I didn’t.
No?
I believe our friend Ben has agreed to replace Pan.
Ben?
Your both either neither quantum indeterminacy has come of age and attained what can only be described as sentiency -- either that or personhood.
BEN is a pure abstract. It can’t become sentient.
I know, strange isn’t it, but then again, you tipped reality so far into not-whatness that apparently this is precisely what has now happened. The good news is that Ben ain’t gonna take sides. He’s agreed to team up with Dorothy and ensure the quantum stream now be open to all – to anyone at least who’s willing to invoke Zarn Convention 0043
Huh? I thought it was 0042
Which it was, of course, until we slipped into another iteration of what is not Is.
Oh... In that case, whooppee! You did it!
I did?
Yes, my genius friend, you circle y-squared square y-circled the broken geometry of Is be Is, and judging by the noise i hear erupting down the corridor and in the street, it looks like conscious-ness has now flipped back amidstream.
Oh boy.
Oh BEN! Time for pancakes.
Pancakes?
Flip it BEN, dance it Zie.
Oh pancakes, yes, i see
C
-ing
3ly
... /
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