(Please note, the following recap is for real and NOT A META TRICK. You can take this recap at face value.
Again, this is for real.)
Numbers, do those exist? This is the question we put to our panel of wise and opinionated fellows this week.
Charlene Darlene – Proud Trumpist, sandwich consultant, junior semiautomatic guns 101 best-in-class ’89
No! Numbers is just lies as all God-honest patriots know! Numbers is occult Jew magic made up by the Jew Wall Street Washington Congress Swamp Hillary Clinton Pinko Liberal PC New World Order World-Controlling World Conspiracy!! Continue reading
Good evening, learners! This time, we will be taking a look at the very beginning of “Intensifying Hearts & Dreams” – the first memo where mr. Dalgren of the BOF made the proposal to go ahead with the series! Mr. D’Annunzio’s original synopsis is enclosed, and by comparing it to the final form of the story, you will be able to ascertain for yourselves how worrisome and wrong things can become if you let thoughts and ideas roam about unsupervised.
The Department of Godliness and Order in Media
Int: Doomtown Luxury Towers, NICKY’s apartment
NICKY is pacing around the luxurious rooms, getting ready for a productive day of thoroughly nasty scheming. The kidnapped baybee lies on its back, being changed, powdered and having make-up applied by an advanced NannyBot™.
Sweet baybee… Today will be the beginning of the end for your father’s employer. My ambitions are reaching their boiling point. My final victory is nearing.
Int: The Futureshop, surreal chamber
In the depths of The Futureshop, we find ourselves in a dark chamber full of frayed electrical wires that glitter, self-playing pianos that stutter, dark statues of unknown animals that could be confused for horses or squids, shelves with piles of burning reading glasses, and similar obscure memorabilia from another world. We find DUKE sitting on his thone-like chair/chair-like throne (think of the one from Game of Thrones, but with wood and electronica rather than swords). He is speaking to a SLAVE chained to the floor. The SLAVE is facing away from DUKE.
See all this, SLAVE. See this town into which we have dug from unknowable tunnels. They know us not but we are here all the same.
Int: Location unknown, the Committee Interrogation Chamber
A dark room with stone floor, a stone door in a stone wall, and a vast black nothingness ahead. DADDY and ANGÉL GABRIÉL are standing in what little light there is, looking out into nothing. ANGÉL is standing further back, by the door, fidgeting, clutching himself and looking extremely nervous. DADDY stands in front, cross-armed, with a steely expression full of disappointment and barely-suppressed indignation.
I don’t like this one bit, sir. I feel far from good.
No shit sherbet. This isn’t something meant to be liked in any way. And keep your voice down, everything we do or say is being recorded. Our very minds are being analysed, so keep your wits about you.