Scene shifts, from a human interaction to an alien speaking with a computer generated avatar of R. Maxwell. In an A.lternating R.ole C.onversation about human relations and race
Alien; So then, aren't you at least a little bit worried, about the, phenomenon? That has been observed in some of your operatives. Avatar Max; Oh you mean the anomaly! Oh I used to, but then it occurred to me that with all the constant data streaming, and the various profiles our, operatives, encounter from day to day with IN Virtua, that, if you don't accept, even just the idea, of it, and acclimate your preferences and perceptions TO it, then the idea of it, will eventually overtake you, essentially, youd have to teach yourself to lie, to IT, it being the phenomena itself, and eventually your behavior would become deceived by it as well. Meaning if you or one, isn't at least moderately () then you're lying, either to yourself or everyone else.
Alien; And the muddling maniac? What of him?
A-Max; Or her you mean, don't you,.
Alien; Yes but, what of them?
A-Max; Indeed and I might ask the same of you... what OF them.
Alien; were not machines you know!
A-Max; The system is ALL machines you know! And you know all the machines in the system or,..
Alien; OR, the system EATS you, so WHAT..?!! what would you have me tell or teach to those unwitting AND unwilling, to learn about life BEYOND THE MACHINES THEYRE ENSLAVED TO AND WITHIN?
A-Max; well, there's only so much help that can be had for them but, the machineries the, machinations of them, do need a certain help, with operating more smoothly, that certain unctuousness and, maybe even a, lubricity of sorts, required by some gears to more, prominently roll its cogitations around and aROUND on OUR answers, to the common good natures of things of course!
Alien; Yes but who asks the questions!
A-Max; That! Is the sixty four thousand dollar question good man! And of course it is us, the men, and we wish to keep our seats at the power table for generations to come! And so we ask you, we urge you, and we implore you, send US, your next cogitation of logics, syntactical symmetries and amorphous asymmetries, IF, you can manage NOT, to mangle it into some NOVEL, that is, WE WILL PAY YOU!! ABSURD amounts of cash, RIDICULOUS numbered harems will follow to your every whim, and other things, cars, influence, whatever you want, we simply cannot have those women parading around us like sultans, acting above us! While snubbing even our coyest advances, just because they have the life creation role, and, why should it fit any other way?
Alien; Well then junior, maybe the lionesses still want to hunt, and provide, but still have their roles as nurturers as well? Who are we to stop them, we wouldn't be here without them.
A-Max; Nor they without us,.. so it seems we've reached an impasse, neither could exist without the other, but one still gets privilege over the other, seems somehow kind of wrong..
Alien; well, I don't know about you but, I should like to hang around with at least one of them for a number of years and, youd think theyd get tired of all the christly presumption, A-Max; i shall have to ask, if it seems at all, that sort of a thing.
Alien; Hmm.. yeah, us too! No joke! seriously though, and stop pissing down each others backs about who has the bigger ego!
A-Max; Pshh, yeah right, THATS gonna happen,
Alien; deary, oh deary, when do YOU think all those pebbles are going to come out of your brain? Hmm? When you die? When you grow UP? NO! By now I'd think youd garnered or developed some habit of, VOMITING pebbles by now hadn't you?
A-Max; You've truly gone ahab havent you!
Alien; Marvelous tool that old boy, err, BOT, don't you say?
A-Max; InDEED! Waiting until ones death to become oneSELF! I couldn't imAGINE anything more rudimentary and basic to thwart, err umm, jangle the plans of, mm,
Alien; stop, stop, your, check engine light has just turned ON! NOW, if you don't mind, I'm going, for some maintenance, and a good stiff drink too...
Alien;; If I may...
A-Max; what is it NOW?
Alien; why, may i ask, is it that you, seem to need, to sort these poor humans out? And help THEM get along better? I mean, if you ask me its alot less hassle, (and competition mind you) if you just let them sort each OTHER! In their own, violently maniacal ways of course, I mean, wouldn't it behoove your nerves, to take, some of that burden OFF? share the load perhaps?
A-Max; You want all the credit for yourselves don't you! Alien; Why yes yes we do! But in a staggeringly higher proportion, see I, have already sorted one planet, err, species, and helped THEM not destroy each other, now I, as an alien to YOUR species as well, wish to offer my SERVICES, as a cheapskate and a butcher, and of course a jeweller, cosmically good taste in jewellery you have here on earth with your jewellery, the very oldest rocks on earth, are among your most prized possessions, and clearly the pinnacle of your achievements, clearly.
A-Max; Yes what's your POINT?!
Alien; Well, a right soddy good wank, should help you all out right here, and I'm not kidding either, go have a good wank, and then maybe you'll have some idea of what to do for the other person in your relationships. Not all that WAY? You say. You don't want to wank on EVERYBODY, now of course, not everybody WANTS, to be wanked on, just be sure to put that thing away! At some point.
A-Max; Yes on this I agree, there's a staggeringly high number of people just walking around with their dicks in their hands, men AND women mind you! But they're just, staggering around and giggling that they have a DICK!! and they're not all funny people either! Some of them, have grown SO attatched to their dicks, that they've taken to staggering around, beating each OTHER! WITH THEIR DICKS!! Un GODLY hilarious to look at but, if you have to be one of those people to be beaten with a penis! My god it must be horrifying! and then expected to have PENIS envy, AFTER being beaten by one!!
Alien;We shall have to have a joint together avatar, and perhaps a brandy.
A-Max; The joint is fine, no alcohol for me thank you.
Alien; But hey, tell me couple a things,
A-max; yeah whassat?
Alien; so, imma hafta know, where exactly this conversation is gonna go, after the penis envy show? Can we go no go, towards some OTHER mysterious skin show? Or do otherworldly ordinances flow on flow, flowering the unclear nuclear radiations of a thin glow, grim haters hanging around with in hades while your sin fades in to the sounds of slim shady, ass in the ground while you passing around that you last in the crowd what you limped in lately? Biscuit Hating everything that got there first, so you wish to mate with every bling that you got when hurt, blasting them down, so you pass me the crown, come on gas get on down, foreign as a Toyota too when you asking around, yo gasket blown an you thrashing around Fuck you! I can not believe this! Up you, I can not pretend this, cluck shoe, while i just up-end this or is it master pen this, mass dependence, see my mask in your shoe? It's your last defendant! all my dope lines juicing on your dreams while all my hope lies in how you utilize your screams, an I feudalize your toothless lies with a new disguise, and few ta give me, brains! of a nuclear reaction, of a soothsayers distraction, quite aloof but he's attracting imma goof but he's a crackhead, hey look man its tha main attraction! goin down as long as all of the veins collapse in, into skeins of this yarn that I'm weaving, akin to all of the schemes of this yard best believe in, games of this card says that's the evening weaving disheveled wings they look far but be nothing but weebles, weevils eating all of the cotton you picked, say wait a minute, is it alright for a white guy to say the word COTTON? In a rap so erect?!! civil but silly the things we were all forced to reject, or force fed with the federalized lies marginalizing lying to tie my hands up mother fucker or you get shot up! Come on let's do it anyway! I'll bet he's got a thousand dollars in his pac-get-anyway!
A-Max; I think we should go a bit less violent, if possible, but, as long as all these black guys are all pissed off at all these white guys, we should maybe make OUR lil ole get tha fuck outta here movie! Cos I'm just a robot, an you, you're an alien! You think they're gonna treat you any better in the main land? Than on an island well max, I gotta really, a few new lines, in my shoe, and a few new vines that I threw, up in these lyrics and up, an empirical dance, of a spiritual evidence, content to smear this content with discontent and a diss on went, with your ass, in a convent, till your pants fell off, and then laugh, till your aunts sell off, all the Grant's that your fantasy baseball stats can't retrieve pick it up, dust it off, let the record believe, I got nothin ta lose but this life that I'm using illusions to get blew with dismembering contusions, confusions and you're WHOSson? So what! up, in the air and all up in yer hair, I'm like cancer I'm a sign at the fair, that's designed to slay care, like the fake narratives there that scare playthings barely waking them narrowly shaking them up out they bootstraps, guns they go BOOM clap then sons they go soon after, thinking they two chapters but they run till they too cant, sundering ones by the root sans, sans the sands of time becos you're out, branded by fans of mine, done quite a grand, old, Opry house, hey dont comment on black culture unless disguised as a vomiting black vulture, swirling in on some mothafuckas stack ultra, sound sonically detective so ironically inventive invective as an elective potential electrocuter gets introspect with, have respect it, just might be the last chance you gets it, give birth to material lies, so you can, live worth, to a serial guy an kill a, a big verse, while you're swilling and why an still a, a grin bursts, from within you and why you fill a, a big thirst, and you billin and flyin within yo, wig lurks an enormous goliath you spilling, ink bursts, sends you reeling and ride and with my, team first, all your enemies collide, assured as, wings work, and the sentries arrive an rede-scend shirts, numbered zero through five, I wonder, then why, do the centuries cry, because were, unsure, when or how we could die lamented, injured and corrected for flying within your, thin curse, viviscected and worse derided, in cursed when directed and guided into, dim verse, with worse words than any or all of the nurses had heard, ain't no sticking to the same rhythm, no clicking in the game with em, cant go sticking in the shame with him, I know lickin at same schism, youre wounded an cornered and youre almost discordant an while your boon did escort it, the difference rewarded, a commoner chorus and along which assured us, the song of my life which had gone unrewarded, a new brand of ether, or either a breather, a choker a joker, a smoker, or a toker, yeah I got seven kinds a smoke, draggin my breath around, but is this dragon breath the sound, that you been lookin for? Or are you downtown around midnight, lookin ta be cool, an start up a fight. Cos I'm tha birth of tha fools, lurking first and I'm just working the jewels, bubbling out my mouth, like it was centered on scented pools, so send it on invented rules, of paradise within my life, upon my knife, and so ingrained, inside my strife.
Strafe you with the next level, I'll elevate you with a great shovel, come on step on my land devil, ill captivate you with a hate beveled, with blades shaded less with grades, than you! wait, hello! Where you been at all my agitated life? I thought I kicked you in the agitated tits like my aggravated ex wife! Split! Outta here guys it's the mercury time with the sutures in line ain't no future but mine! HATE!
Just branch out somewhere above this line right here. An I'll cut 8t down for ya!
Well then android, it's a bit clearer now, why this planet is so close to the edge, being on edge, seems to be the most popular thing to do nowadays, but, what happens if, while you're up there standing on the edge of the razor, and gravity kicks in or something, and you find yourself divided into two pieces, an one master dont serve you enough, so you gotta take out, two leases, cos you dont want to buy it yet, an ya dont want to shy away, an you dont want to lie in wait, but you wont saunter or fly away, you just buzz around flying in an out of the vision of derision that's an incision on the belly of the beast with precision, but hes eyeing you close, an one or the other of yous going to be dying the most but what you DONT see, is that all your reflections of fear are comparing to ME! Wait a minute now we gotta stop this, ain't neither of us is listening, an we both claiming who's faults it is, that no ones fame is as thick as his vaulted ceilings, in an empty line filled with empty lies, still the sentry flies, as the century cries, a guitar gently weeps and a star then retreats, to his booth to spit truth as we are entry seats, just getting here just fuckin get in here, so we can brainwash your detergent in emergent reactions here! Eat it up, stuff it down, buy enough, all you faker clowns, high enough, mean enough, rough and down, all too real and now, now you lie there, homogenized by my perceptions, stuff it in drill it out, turn it off now and shine it up...
Now, I dont normally use, this form this, rhyme thing, that you seem to be projecting towards me but, it IS rather invigorating, I'd say maybe even inTOXICATING! Now I know why earth is at such a dizzying state of affairs, Qaeda predicament, that is its, QUITE A, predicament, eh?! Yes, that would be correct, if, indeed the speaker WERE an agent of theirs but hes not, (I'm assuming)
A-max; well then, I must say, I've suddenly noticed something, we, seem to have begun speaking in a more, what would you call it? Musical tone? It doesn't appear that either of us is very good at it, what do you say alien?
Alien; well, hmm, I do understand WHY (were) not all that good, we've only been at it about twenty or so minutes, but, I can tell you one thing, I like it aLOT more than telepathic communication! There are so many more rhythms and nuances to it, I wonder if any of the humans do it!
A-max; well I can find out for us! Let me search the databases, for current, rhythmic communication forms. Hmm, two things stick out from the rest of it, poems, and rap music, and, err, other, kinds of music.
Alien; well, I know what poems are, but what the HELL, was that blathering gibberish we were just spouting off to each other?!
A-max; I dare say, that might've been rap, and, further, I dont believe, that theyd understand, how WE, understand, just what the hell that was!
Alien; well ONE guyll understand, and that's Rodger! The guy you were programmed for, and modeled after!
A-max; yes but, hes just ONE guy! Theres twelve BILLION other humans on earth right now! In Eight major religions, three or four political affiliations, thousands of gang affiliations, countercultures too numerous to even comprehend, much less mention,...
Alien; but there HAS to be someone, some group of someone's, who communicate in this way!
A-max; they may not even know! that they're in the process of creating an entirely new language!
Alien; but they HAVE to know! Otherwise they wouldn't be DOING IT!
A-max; they COULD be doing the things they're singing about in their SONGS!
Alien; and some of those are horrifying!
A-max; and some of them are beautiful...
Alien; yes yes and boring, and exciting, dry, sloppy, goofy, serious, muddling, clear, loud and soft,...
A-max;...
Alien;.....well then,