Post by Applesauce on May 22, 2022 21:24:09 GMT -5
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DON'T GO
<A phone call to GUY MANSON from NICOLE IN HR>
Guy: Speak.
Nicole: Guy? Can you hear me?
Guy: I am Guy Man Son. I was born on February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My father was a cobbler for 37 years.
Nicole: Great. Guy how are you?
Guy: I am Guy…
Nicole: I don’t care. Listen, I saw your ladder match. You weren’t shitty. I was pleasantly surprised. It’s too bad you didn’t win that one. There were some people who were really pulling for you.
Guy: Ladders are dangerous killing machines.
Nicole: Yes. Yes they are. Hey, listen, I called you for a couple reasons. Let me just get it out.
Guy: Guy Man Son ate a chocolate turtle. And a real turtle. The chocolate one had more sugar, but the real turtle was more fun.
Nicole: It’s a sad day when that’s not even the top 5 weirdest things I’ve heard from you. So anyway, just warning you that this will be the last time you hear from me. I just graduated from the university and my internship is over. I’m only calling because I want to make sure you are on the right path moving forward, and that’s there’s no confusion about the termination of our business relationship.
Guy: Guy Man Son is displeased. Nick Hole from HR will be missed. Lamentations will be heard. Effigies will be burned.
Nicole: I’m not being put to death. I’m getting a new job.
Guy: Reveal your future master and Guy Man Son will negotiate for your safe return.
Nicole: No! Don’t do that! I’m really excited about this job. I don’t want you to fuck it up for me. And I’m not revealing where it is. You know... for privacy reasons. There’s a lot of weirdos out there. I don’t need any psychopaths stalking me at my new job. Know what I mean?...
<There’s a long uncomfortable silence.>
Nicole: Level Up is going to set you up with a new… handler. And you’ll be working with them moving forward.
Guy: There can be only one handler for Guy Man Son. It is Nick Hole… from HR.
Nicole: It’s pronounced… Nih-Cole. You know what? I don’t care. Say it however you want. The new handler will give you a call after your match and arrange an introduction.
Guy: The legend of Nick Hole will be carved into the halls of the immortals.
Nicole: My head is telling me how weird of a thing that is too say. But I appreciate the compliment anyway. I can really use it right now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a heart.
Guy: Guy Man Son has multiple hearts.
Nicole: Would not surprise me. Don’t tell me any more details about that. I do not want to testify at the trial. Pay attention to what I’m about to say. I set up one final vignette shoot set up for you in Chicago. This is the big one. It’s a chance for you to lay out your whole manifesto. This is an opportunity for you to send your message to the world. I’ll email you the details.
Guy: Guy Man Son will shoot up in Chicago.
Nicole: Close enough. There’s just one more before I go. And I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but today will be the last day we legally speak to each other. Any additional contact may be accompanied by jail time. What I’m saying is that as soon as I hang up the phone, I will be filing a protective order against you. It says that you may not communicate with me in any way, shape or form, and you must stay at least 150 yards away from me at all times. It’s just a precautionary measure. Standard practice.
Guy: Nothing will protect you from the infinite darkness of the universe.
Nicole: You’re probably right about that. I’ve already spent way too much time on TikTok. Whatever darkness is coming my way, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. But until then, just make sure, no phone calls, no emails, no texts. No handwritten notes, no visits, no contact. Got that?
Guy: Nick Hole will be allowed isolation for now.
Nicole: No Christmas cards. No DM’s. No carrier pigeons. No smoke signals…. Noth…ing. Understand?
Guy: No words will be spoken or written to Nick Hole.
Nicole: Wonderful. So, Guy, I’d love to sit here and tell you that it’s been a pleasure working with you, but the truth is that I will forever be haunted by your existence.
Guy: Thank you.
Nicole: Not a compliment. Do you understand what I’ve told you? Is there anything else you would like to say?
Guy: Guy Man Son has deemed you worthy, Nick Hole of Human Resources. Guy Man Son is ready to reveal to you the secrets of the universe.
Nicole: Honestly, I could not give any less fucks about where you’re from or what crazy shit you’ve been up to, I just want to make sure that I don’t run in to you at the grocery store or while walking my dog. Just stay the fuck away from me. Please and thank you.
Guy: Guy Man Son ate 5 lbs of dinner mints.
Nicole: I honestly could not care any less. This is goodbye forever. If I ever see a wrestling ring again, it’ll be too soon. Best of luck with your global domination or whatever. Ok?
Guy: Don’t go.
Nicole: Byeee.
Guy: …
Nicole: <click>
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CHICAGO IL
GUY MANSON SAVES HITMAKER YAMAZAKI ENTERPRISES
There’s a knock at the front door. Johnny Hitmaker, who’s been on a bit of a hiatus for the last couple weeks has been binge drinking dark liquor and binge watching Tiger King. Startled, he shuffles over to the door to confront the unwelcome guest. The odd knocking pattern continues at the front door.
<Knock knock…knock knock…knock knock…knock knock…> and on and on and on.
Johnny’s irritation turns to anger. It’s not the Amazon delivery driver. They just leave packages at the front desk of his Chicago high rise apartment building. Maybe it’s one of the fart-sniffing neighbors coming over to complain about how the smell of cigar smoke is penetrating the thin walls of the building and is triggering their labradoodle’s asthma. Maybe the cat escaped again. It just comes and goes as it pleases, leaving dead mice and birds on the door mat and windowsills. He answers the front door in power blue boxer shorts and hunter safety orange Crocs while nursing an almost empty whiskey glass in his left hand.
“I am Guy Man Son. I was born February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My father was a cobbler for 37 years…”
A deflated Johnny Hitmaker responds. “Guy… what are you doing here?”
“Guy Man Son is in Chicago. Johnny Hitmaker is in Chicago. Guy Man Son seeks shelter and food sugars prior to paid combat for the federation.”
“We talked about this before. You can’t stay here. Why don’t you just stay at that dirt bag motel you were in a few weeks ago?”
“Guy Man Son was exiled from the prostitution dispensary.”
“For what?”
“Horse theft.”
“I’m not even mad about that. I’m impressed Mr M. Doesn’t make a difference though, you can’t stay here. You fucked up my rugs and my furniture last time you were here. You remember that? I found bite marks on everything. And I’m pretty sure you tried on some of my clothes. You ate all my food, and you shit in the cat’s litterbox. Like, a lot. I love you, bro, but that was too much. Even for me. You can’t stay here.”
“Guy Man Son defecated in the Garthok’s elimination chamber. Dominance was asserted.”
“Yeh, about that. Stop fucking with my cat.”
“It was necessary.”
“Agree to disagree. Look, Mr M, I like you. The way you make other people uncomfortable just tickles my berries. I get a real kick out of it. You’re loyal and you follow orders, but I have some bad news for you. Hitmaker Yamazaki Enterprises is on a bit of a break. The group is busted up. It’s broken. It’s over. I got no work for you. Your friends are gone. We’re all on our own for a while.”
“Negative. The faction remains intact. Guy Man Son owes a blood debt that hasn’t been paid. Guy Man Son is here to receive your orders.”
“That’s sweet and all, but there’s nobody I want to kill this week. I’m on sabbatical.”
“Guy Man Son must receive orders.”
“You’re still not getting it. Guy, fuck off somewhere else. I’ll call you when I need you.”
“Guy man Son CANNOT leave until the faction is restored and orders are received.”
“Fine, the HYE is officially back in business. And as far as orders go, run down to Subway and grab me a Steak and Cheese.”
“My liege.”
There’s another knock at the door. Johnny Hitmaker answers to reveal Guy Manson holding a two lexan tubs. One full of Grade D “steak” and one full of cheese slices.
“No bread?”
“There are no witnesses to tell the tale.”
Johnny Hitmaker raises his eyebrows and take a deep breath. “I think you’d better come in and lay low for a while.”
Guy Manson tip toes into the apartment, head on a swivel, searching for the Garthok/cat. It appears to be away on a rodent hunt. Guy climbs on top of the dining room table and squats into an owling position. He closes his eyes to begin his sleep cycle.
“Wake up, Mr M. We need to talk.”
Guy opens his eyes. “At your command, my liege.”
“You’re still homeless, right?”
“Guy Man Son has no home.”
“I took an impressive dump while you were gone and found a property while on my phone. I think it might interest you. It’s available at a heavily discounted price and I know someone who can take care of all the paperwork for you. You’ll finally have a home and you can stop showing up at my door.”
“You have secured a base of operations for Guy Man Son?”
“Sure. Whatever you want to call it. It’s just an empty plot right now, but it’ll be a great place to set up that Quantum Device you keep talking about.”
“Navigate me to the location of my future lair.”
“I’ll email you some pictures and set up a walkthrough with my gu…. my buddy. If you like it, you can make an offer. How does that sound?”
“Make it so.”
“Great. I’ll tell him to meet you at Applebees tomorrow for brunch at 11:00. Show up and he will find you.”
“Guy Man Son will have a base of operations to begin phase 2. The Arbiter will be pleased.”
“That’s right. Big things poppin’, my man. You can sleep here for the night. Just don’t fuck with anything else or the lair deal is off. Understand?”
“When the masses are enslaved to the will of the universe, the name Johnathan Hitmaker will be on the list of those who shall be spared.”
“Fantastic. I’m going to bed. Do me a favor and shut your cake hole for the next 10-12 hours. Can you dig it?”
“This, I will do for you.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Good night Mr M.”
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DEAL ACCEPTED
“Well, hello there Mr. Manson. This is Janice over at Guardian Legend Realty. How are ya’ll doing?”
“Guy Man Son is ready to conquer the world.”
“That’s the spirit! You have quite the sense of humor Mr. Manson.”
“Guy Man Son has jokes.”
“Well, I have great news. I just spoke to the other realtor and… they have accepted your offer on the property in Delaware!”
“The fortress is mine.”
“That’s right! And they want to move quick on this. Do you think you’ll be ready to close in about 3 weeks?”
“Guy Man Son does not understand the terms of this transaction.”
“We’re talking about the closing date. You come to my office. Sign a bunch of papers. And then you walk out the door with a set of keys in your hand, as the happy owner of 27.8 acres of beautiful industrial real estate in Bear, Delaware.”
“Guy Man Son would rather devour its own eyeballs with rusty cutlery.”
“Oh, don’t be so cranky. You come on down, we will give some freebies to take home with you. I’ll throw in a lollipop or two.”
“Yes! For sugared treats Guy will do what you ask. The terms are acceptable.”
“So, what is it again that you’re planning to do with this property Mr. Manson? I heard that you were a bit of a candy fanatic. Are you building a candy factory?”
“This parcel will house the Quantum Device.”
“Oh, that’s right. You did mention that once or twice before. I guess I just never understood what that was. All that computer stuff just flies right over my head. Well, anyways Mr. Manson, you and I have a date at the table in 3 weeks. I’ll bring the pen and paper and you just bring that smile of yours and we will make a deal.”
“3 more weeks until phase 2 begins.”
VIGNETTE
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THE BLACK PILL
Applause as the scene opens up to a black auditorium with a well-lit stage. The applause is manufactured, and the audience is motionless. On the stage, standing in front of an indigo blue curtain, projection screen, and three giant red letters is Milwaukee Wisconsin’s favored son, Guy Manson. He’s wearing a black turtleneck tucked in to tapered leg blue jeans, and white new balance sneakers. Wire frame glasses rest on nose, a tiny microphone wraps around his face and attaches to earpiece. He has a remote control in his hands. He smiles, staring into the camera, without blinking. He begins reading from the teleprompter.
Oh, hello. Welcome to my Ted Talk. I’m the speaker. Guy Man Son. Today, we're going on a trip… in the future <echo> future <echo> future.
I want to share with you, what I imagine is possible and the civilization we will build… together… to achieve peace through submission.
The basic story of the universe is that it's given us the power to express ourselves and experience our dimension with even greater richness. Back when I was born on February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee Wisconsin, that mostly meant playing children school yard games and eating popping corn.
Guy Man Son went from freezing tag and gelatin cups to wrestling rings and ladder matches. Sometimes I win matches. Like against Paul Freedom. Sometimes I lose matches, like how I lost to the flaming ladder at DOOM. But a bad day in the ring isn't the end of days. The next match is always a greater opportunity than the one before. It’s called, moving up the card. It’s called elevation.
In the future I’m creating, you can explore the universe to the full extends of your imagination. But before my future is possible, there is much work to be done. Many bodies to be transitioned to the forever. The first was Paul Freedom. The next will be… The Phoenix, Dane Press Ton.
<Guy clicks a button on the remote control in his hand which illuminates a picture of Dane Preston with his wife and two children at Disney World.>
I have something special planned for Dane. A glimpse of what the future will be like. By the time all is said and done, he won’t even remember what life was like in the before times. Dane’s mind has already been opened up. The corruption will penetrate his mind faster than most.
When the corruption takes hold, you won’t need technology to feel connected. It’ll feel like everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You’ll just feel present, in the moment, yet still connected, like you’re right there with people, no matter how far apart you actually are. You’ll be able to express yourself in new, joyful, completely immersive ways. With the living… and the dead.
This match with Dane Preston isn’t about wrestling. It’s about getting inside the mind of a man who has already embraced the multiverse. A man with two minds. Dane and Fix. His body is already going through his own evolution. There is no deeper feeling of presence that one can experience greater than when the all merges with the one.
<Guy clicks a button on the remote control and moves to a picture of multicultural children holding hands and laughing together.>
The future heals all wounds. That's what we should be working towards, a future that's built around continuing the species, and how it interacts with itself. There are some that already have a sense of how it will all come together.
<A slide pops up of Paul Freedom and his bad hair cut.>
Ask Paul Freedom about the future. He was baptized in the aether. It courses through his veins. Though he fights it with all his willpower, the many-voiced God resides in him. This week, at EXP 25, we’re going to do something a little bit different. Rather than just focusing on this match, like a normal house show, we're going to talk about phase 2 of the convergence.
<A slide transitions to a stock image of a young group of friends jumping and holding hands on the beach.>
Once the convergence takes hold, your bodies will be nothing more than avatars. Skins worn to represent the physical manifestation of your needs and wants. You will know absolute peace. The fears and hatred of man will be no more. Because the many-voiced Gods only know love. For the hive and the forever.
Imagine a future, where you can be anybody you want to be. Your consciousness can take any form. You can be any place. You can speak with the world in an instant. You are the anonymous. You are one family. You are the hyper stimulated, all knowing, all loving, children of the universe, and the dream is forever. In the coming years, the assimilation will become mainstream. There will be many of us creating and inhabiting the multiverse. Transitioning dystopia into utopia.
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<A slide transitions to a horrific scrapbook of war atrocities, epidemic hysteria, and third world suffering. Picture above unrelated.>
You’ve all been conditioned in recent years. Through war and disease and famine and death. The garden wilts under the unconquered sun. The riders cometh. The white, the black, the red, the pale. The new truth is still a long way off, but work has begun. So many of you will have questions about the evolution of creation. And the table is being set. But better tools are still required the next steps are taken.
<A slide wipes to reveal a smiling young man in a button up shirt, with a thumb up in approval.>
You will own nothing, and you will be happy. Your desires will be met. You will be of one body. One mind. One soul. One future. But before that utopia can be achieved, the humbling has to begin. It will be done, one by one. And all those who accept the aether will begin the transition. Those who make the choice on their own will be embraced. Those who resist, will be lost in time and space.
My hope is that, within a decade, the new future will reach a billion people, enveloping nations, and ending the suffering of the world. Guy Man Son is fully committed to this. It is the next chapter of our work to save the planet from the point of no return. And attain a sustainable future where the concepts of equality and equity and fairness are replaced by a convergence of spirit and mind. From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs.
<A slide appears with the simple words, “Who’s next for the convergence? Possibly you!”>
The future will offer more choice than ever before. And most importantly, there will be a real sense of continuity. Of permanence. Of security. Of community.
The future roadmap is exciting. I hope that my TED talk has given you all a sense of what is to come. Some of what we’ve said is still a long way off, but this is some of the most exciting work that has even been done on this rock. And Guy Man Son is incredibly energized to be on this journey with all of you. My prime directive remains the same -- it's still about bringing people together. Merging them together. Liberating their minds from the poisonous confines of their earthly bodies. I am the north star, brought here to help bring the future to life. Follow me into to the infinite blackness and allow me to show you the future.
DON'T GO
<A phone call to GUY MANSON from NICOLE IN HR>
Guy: Speak.
Nicole: Guy? Can you hear me?
Guy: I am Guy Man Son. I was born on February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My father was a cobbler for 37 years.
Nicole: Great. Guy how are you?
Guy: I am Guy…
Nicole: I don’t care. Listen, I saw your ladder match. You weren’t shitty. I was pleasantly surprised. It’s too bad you didn’t win that one. There were some people who were really pulling for you.
Guy: Ladders are dangerous killing machines.
Nicole: Yes. Yes they are. Hey, listen, I called you for a couple reasons. Let me just get it out.
Guy: Guy Man Son ate a chocolate turtle. And a real turtle. The chocolate one had more sugar, but the real turtle was more fun.
Nicole: It’s a sad day when that’s not even the top 5 weirdest things I’ve heard from you. So anyway, just warning you that this will be the last time you hear from me. I just graduated from the university and my internship is over. I’m only calling because I want to make sure you are on the right path moving forward, and that’s there’s no confusion about the termination of our business relationship.
Guy: Guy Man Son is displeased. Nick Hole from HR will be missed. Lamentations will be heard. Effigies will be burned.
Nicole: I’m not being put to death. I’m getting a new job.
Guy: Reveal your future master and Guy Man Son will negotiate for your safe return.
Nicole: No! Don’t do that! I’m really excited about this job. I don’t want you to fuck it up for me. And I’m not revealing where it is. You know... for privacy reasons. There’s a lot of weirdos out there. I don’t need any psychopaths stalking me at my new job. Know what I mean?...
<There’s a long uncomfortable silence.>
Nicole: Level Up is going to set you up with a new… handler. And you’ll be working with them moving forward.
Guy: There can be only one handler for Guy Man Son. It is Nick Hole… from HR.
Nicole: It’s pronounced… Nih-Cole. You know what? I don’t care. Say it however you want. The new handler will give you a call after your match and arrange an introduction.
Guy: The legend of Nick Hole will be carved into the halls of the immortals.
Nicole: My head is telling me how weird of a thing that is too say. But I appreciate the compliment anyway. I can really use it right now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a heart.
Guy: Guy Man Son has multiple hearts.
Nicole: Would not surprise me. Don’t tell me any more details about that. I do not want to testify at the trial. Pay attention to what I’m about to say. I set up one final vignette shoot set up for you in Chicago. This is the big one. It’s a chance for you to lay out your whole manifesto. This is an opportunity for you to send your message to the world. I’ll email you the details.
Guy: Guy Man Son will shoot up in Chicago.
Nicole: Close enough. There’s just one more before I go. And I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but today will be the last day we legally speak to each other. Any additional contact may be accompanied by jail time. What I’m saying is that as soon as I hang up the phone, I will be filing a protective order against you. It says that you may not communicate with me in any way, shape or form, and you must stay at least 150 yards away from me at all times. It’s just a precautionary measure. Standard practice.
Guy: Nothing will protect you from the infinite darkness of the universe.
Nicole: You’re probably right about that. I’ve already spent way too much time on TikTok. Whatever darkness is coming my way, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. But until then, just make sure, no phone calls, no emails, no texts. No handwritten notes, no visits, no contact. Got that?
Guy: Nick Hole will be allowed isolation for now.
Nicole: No Christmas cards. No DM’s. No carrier pigeons. No smoke signals…. Noth…ing. Understand?
Guy: No words will be spoken or written to Nick Hole.
Nicole: Wonderful. So, Guy, I’d love to sit here and tell you that it’s been a pleasure working with you, but the truth is that I will forever be haunted by your existence.
Guy: Thank you.
Nicole: Not a compliment. Do you understand what I’ve told you? Is there anything else you would like to say?
Guy: Guy Man Son has deemed you worthy, Nick Hole of Human Resources. Guy Man Son is ready to reveal to you the secrets of the universe.
Nicole: Honestly, I could not give any less fucks about where you’re from or what crazy shit you’ve been up to, I just want to make sure that I don’t run in to you at the grocery store or while walking my dog. Just stay the fuck away from me. Please and thank you.
Guy: Guy Man Son ate 5 lbs of dinner mints.
Nicole: I honestly could not care any less. This is goodbye forever. If I ever see a wrestling ring again, it’ll be too soon. Best of luck with your global domination or whatever. Ok?
Guy: Don’t go.
Nicole: Byeee.
Guy: …
Nicole: <click>
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CHICAGO IL
GUY MANSON SAVES HITMAKER YAMAZAKI ENTERPRISES
There’s a knock at the front door. Johnny Hitmaker, who’s been on a bit of a hiatus for the last couple weeks has been binge drinking dark liquor and binge watching Tiger King. Startled, he shuffles over to the door to confront the unwelcome guest. The odd knocking pattern continues at the front door.
<Knock knock…knock knock…knock knock…knock knock…> and on and on and on.
Johnny’s irritation turns to anger. It’s not the Amazon delivery driver. They just leave packages at the front desk of his Chicago high rise apartment building. Maybe it’s one of the fart-sniffing neighbors coming over to complain about how the smell of cigar smoke is penetrating the thin walls of the building and is triggering their labradoodle’s asthma. Maybe the cat escaped again. It just comes and goes as it pleases, leaving dead mice and birds on the door mat and windowsills. He answers the front door in power blue boxer shorts and hunter safety orange Crocs while nursing an almost empty whiskey glass in his left hand.
“I am Guy Man Son. I was born February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My father was a cobbler for 37 years…”
A deflated Johnny Hitmaker responds. “Guy… what are you doing here?”
“Guy Man Son is in Chicago. Johnny Hitmaker is in Chicago. Guy Man Son seeks shelter and food sugars prior to paid combat for the federation.”
“We talked about this before. You can’t stay here. Why don’t you just stay at that dirt bag motel you were in a few weeks ago?”
“Guy Man Son was exiled from the prostitution dispensary.”
“For what?”
“Horse theft.”
“I’m not even mad about that. I’m impressed Mr M. Doesn’t make a difference though, you can’t stay here. You fucked up my rugs and my furniture last time you were here. You remember that? I found bite marks on everything. And I’m pretty sure you tried on some of my clothes. You ate all my food, and you shit in the cat’s litterbox. Like, a lot. I love you, bro, but that was too much. Even for me. You can’t stay here.”
“Guy Man Son defecated in the Garthok’s elimination chamber. Dominance was asserted.”
“Yeh, about that. Stop fucking with my cat.”
“It was necessary.”
“Agree to disagree. Look, Mr M, I like you. The way you make other people uncomfortable just tickles my berries. I get a real kick out of it. You’re loyal and you follow orders, but I have some bad news for you. Hitmaker Yamazaki Enterprises is on a bit of a break. The group is busted up. It’s broken. It’s over. I got no work for you. Your friends are gone. We’re all on our own for a while.”
“Negative. The faction remains intact. Guy Man Son owes a blood debt that hasn’t been paid. Guy Man Son is here to receive your orders.”
“That’s sweet and all, but there’s nobody I want to kill this week. I’m on sabbatical.”
“Guy Man Son must receive orders.”
“You’re still not getting it. Guy, fuck off somewhere else. I’ll call you when I need you.”
“Guy man Son CANNOT leave until the faction is restored and orders are received.”
“Fine, the HYE is officially back in business. And as far as orders go, run down to Subway and grab me a Steak and Cheese.”
“My liege.”
There’s another knock at the door. Johnny Hitmaker answers to reveal Guy Manson holding a two lexan tubs. One full of Grade D “steak” and one full of cheese slices.
“No bread?”
“There are no witnesses to tell the tale.”
Johnny Hitmaker raises his eyebrows and take a deep breath. “I think you’d better come in and lay low for a while.”
Guy Manson tip toes into the apartment, head on a swivel, searching for the Garthok/cat. It appears to be away on a rodent hunt. Guy climbs on top of the dining room table and squats into an owling position. He closes his eyes to begin his sleep cycle.
“Wake up, Mr M. We need to talk.”
Guy opens his eyes. “At your command, my liege.”
“You’re still homeless, right?”
“Guy Man Son has no home.”
“I took an impressive dump while you were gone and found a property while on my phone. I think it might interest you. It’s available at a heavily discounted price and I know someone who can take care of all the paperwork for you. You’ll finally have a home and you can stop showing up at my door.”
“You have secured a base of operations for Guy Man Son?”
“Sure. Whatever you want to call it. It’s just an empty plot right now, but it’ll be a great place to set up that Quantum Device you keep talking about.”
“Navigate me to the location of my future lair.”
“I’ll email you some pictures and set up a walkthrough with my gu…. my buddy. If you like it, you can make an offer. How does that sound?”
“Make it so.”
“Great. I’ll tell him to meet you at Applebees tomorrow for brunch at 11:00. Show up and he will find you.”
“Guy Man Son will have a base of operations to begin phase 2. The Arbiter will be pleased.”
“That’s right. Big things poppin’, my man. You can sleep here for the night. Just don’t fuck with anything else or the lair deal is off. Understand?”
“When the masses are enslaved to the will of the universe, the name Johnathan Hitmaker will be on the list of those who shall be spared.”
“Fantastic. I’m going to bed. Do me a favor and shut your cake hole for the next 10-12 hours. Can you dig it?”
“This, I will do for you.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Good night Mr M.”
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DEAL ACCEPTED
“Well, hello there Mr. Manson. This is Janice over at Guardian Legend Realty. How are ya’ll doing?”
“Guy Man Son is ready to conquer the world.”
“That’s the spirit! You have quite the sense of humor Mr. Manson.”
“Guy Man Son has jokes.”
“Well, I have great news. I just spoke to the other realtor and… they have accepted your offer on the property in Delaware!”
“The fortress is mine.”
“That’s right! And they want to move quick on this. Do you think you’ll be ready to close in about 3 weeks?”
“Guy Man Son does not understand the terms of this transaction.”
“We’re talking about the closing date. You come to my office. Sign a bunch of papers. And then you walk out the door with a set of keys in your hand, as the happy owner of 27.8 acres of beautiful industrial real estate in Bear, Delaware.”
“Guy Man Son would rather devour its own eyeballs with rusty cutlery.”
“Oh, don’t be so cranky. You come on down, we will give some freebies to take home with you. I’ll throw in a lollipop or two.”
“Yes! For sugared treats Guy will do what you ask. The terms are acceptable.”
“So, what is it again that you’re planning to do with this property Mr. Manson? I heard that you were a bit of a candy fanatic. Are you building a candy factory?”
“This parcel will house the Quantum Device.”
“Oh, that’s right. You did mention that once or twice before. I guess I just never understood what that was. All that computer stuff just flies right over my head. Well, anyways Mr. Manson, you and I have a date at the table in 3 weeks. I’ll bring the pen and paper and you just bring that smile of yours and we will make a deal.”
“3 more weeks until phase 2 begins.”
VIGNETTE
OFF-CAM
THE BLACK PILL
Applause as the scene opens up to a black auditorium with a well-lit stage. The applause is manufactured, and the audience is motionless. On the stage, standing in front of an indigo blue curtain, projection screen, and three giant red letters is Milwaukee Wisconsin’s favored son, Guy Manson. He’s wearing a black turtleneck tucked in to tapered leg blue jeans, and white new balance sneakers. Wire frame glasses rest on nose, a tiny microphone wraps around his face and attaches to earpiece. He has a remote control in his hands. He smiles, staring into the camera, without blinking. He begins reading from the teleprompter.
Oh, hello. Welcome to my Ted Talk. I’m the speaker. Guy Man Son. Today, we're going on a trip… in the future <echo> future <echo> future.
I want to share with you, what I imagine is possible and the civilization we will build… together… to achieve peace through submission.
The basic story of the universe is that it's given us the power to express ourselves and experience our dimension with even greater richness. Back when I was born on February 17th, 1992, in Milwaukee Wisconsin, that mostly meant playing children school yard games and eating popping corn.
Guy Man Son went from freezing tag and gelatin cups to wrestling rings and ladder matches. Sometimes I win matches. Like against Paul Freedom. Sometimes I lose matches, like how I lost to the flaming ladder at DOOM. But a bad day in the ring isn't the end of days. The next match is always a greater opportunity than the one before. It’s called, moving up the card. It’s called elevation.
In the future I’m creating, you can explore the universe to the full extends of your imagination. But before my future is possible, there is much work to be done. Many bodies to be transitioned to the forever. The first was Paul Freedom. The next will be… The Phoenix, Dane Press Ton.
<Guy clicks a button on the remote control in his hand which illuminates a picture of Dane Preston with his wife and two children at Disney World.>
I have something special planned for Dane. A glimpse of what the future will be like. By the time all is said and done, he won’t even remember what life was like in the before times. Dane’s mind has already been opened up. The corruption will penetrate his mind faster than most.
When the corruption takes hold, you won’t need technology to feel connected. It’ll feel like everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You’ll just feel present, in the moment, yet still connected, like you’re right there with people, no matter how far apart you actually are. You’ll be able to express yourself in new, joyful, completely immersive ways. With the living… and the dead.
This match with Dane Preston isn’t about wrestling. It’s about getting inside the mind of a man who has already embraced the multiverse. A man with two minds. Dane and Fix. His body is already going through his own evolution. There is no deeper feeling of presence that one can experience greater than when the all merges with the one.
<Guy clicks a button on the remote control and moves to a picture of multicultural children holding hands and laughing together.>
The future heals all wounds. That's what we should be working towards, a future that's built around continuing the species, and how it interacts with itself. There are some that already have a sense of how it will all come together.
<A slide pops up of Paul Freedom and his bad hair cut.>
Ask Paul Freedom about the future. He was baptized in the aether. It courses through his veins. Though he fights it with all his willpower, the many-voiced God resides in him. This week, at EXP 25, we’re going to do something a little bit different. Rather than just focusing on this match, like a normal house show, we're going to talk about phase 2 of the convergence.
<A slide transitions to a stock image of a young group of friends jumping and holding hands on the beach.>
Once the convergence takes hold, your bodies will be nothing more than avatars. Skins worn to represent the physical manifestation of your needs and wants. You will know absolute peace. The fears and hatred of man will be no more. Because the many-voiced Gods only know love. For the hive and the forever.
Imagine a future, where you can be anybody you want to be. Your consciousness can take any form. You can be any place. You can speak with the world in an instant. You are the anonymous. You are one family. You are the hyper stimulated, all knowing, all loving, children of the universe, and the dream is forever. In the coming years, the assimilation will become mainstream. There will be many of us creating and inhabiting the multiverse. Transitioning dystopia into utopia.
<A slide transitions to a horrific scrapbook of war atrocities, epidemic hysteria, and third world suffering. Picture above unrelated.>
You’ve all been conditioned in recent years. Through war and disease and famine and death. The garden wilts under the unconquered sun. The riders cometh. The white, the black, the red, the pale. The new truth is still a long way off, but work has begun. So many of you will have questions about the evolution of creation. And the table is being set. But better tools are still required the next steps are taken.
<A slide wipes to reveal a smiling young man in a button up shirt, with a thumb up in approval.>
You will own nothing, and you will be happy. Your desires will be met. You will be of one body. One mind. One soul. One future. But before that utopia can be achieved, the humbling has to begin. It will be done, one by one. And all those who accept the aether will begin the transition. Those who make the choice on their own will be embraced. Those who resist, will be lost in time and space.
My hope is that, within a decade, the new future will reach a billion people, enveloping nations, and ending the suffering of the world. Guy Man Son is fully committed to this. It is the next chapter of our work to save the planet from the point of no return. And attain a sustainable future where the concepts of equality and equity and fairness are replaced by a convergence of spirit and mind. From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs.
<A slide appears with the simple words, “Who’s next for the convergence? Possibly you!”>
The future will offer more choice than ever before. And most importantly, there will be a real sense of continuity. Of permanence. Of security. Of community.
The future roadmap is exciting. I hope that my TED talk has given you all a sense of what is to come. Some of what we’ve said is still a long way off, but this is some of the most exciting work that has even been done on this rock. And Guy Man Son is incredibly energized to be on this journey with all of you. My prime directive remains the same -- it's still about bringing people together. Merging them together. Liberating their minds from the poisonous confines of their earthly bodies. I am the north star, brought here to help bring the future to life. Follow me into to the infinite blackness and allow me to show you the future.
