When most people think about the black pill, they tend towards picturing some doomer incel wearing a tinfoil hat while living in his motherâs basement. But did you know first of all, that there are many different kinds of black-pilled men? And even still, did you know that there are black-pilled females?
There are so many nuances of character, that there is no cookie-cutter black pill archetype. In this article, Iâll be focusing primarily on the black-pilled woman in recognition of International Womenâs Day.
First of all, what is the black pill?
Being black-pilled doesnât automatically mean that you are an incel. Did you know that Camus was black-pilled? Yet he had a different woman on his arm every night.
Thatâs why heâs my favorite philosopher.
Camus also wrote the Myth of Sisiphus, which explored the philosophy of absurdism by chronicling the daily futility of Sisiphus, the Greek mythological creature who existed in a kind of purgatory where he was tasked with rolling a boulder up a hill every day, only for it to roll back down on its own every night. Much the same way modern employees commute to work everyday just to be able to make rent this month, only for the rent to be due again the following month.
Being black-pilled simply means that you see life for what it truly is. The theory of absurdism suggests that life is existentially meaningless. It is often paired with entropy, which suggests that everything in the universe inevitably drifts apart and leads to decay.
But with that meaninglessness comes a strange form of freedom at the same time. You and only you get to decide the meaning of your life so long as you are not hurting anyone else in the process.
Now, with all that said, there are a group of women online who are calling themselves, exoticals. They are Black women with exotic features, that could range from skin complexion, to hair texture, to facial features.
Some of them are monoracially ambiguous, while others are redbones, yellowbones, etc, and most of what they talk about are the hardships (mostly social) they face because of their phenotype.
They say that they receive a wide range of hate on the daily; from men who feel like theyâre out of their league, to women who are jealous of the way they look (especially at work), to Black people who refer to them as oreos, saying that they are not black enough, to racist non-Black people who still think theyâre too Black for their taste.
Then thereâs hate that comes from society in general, especially if the exotical in question is an introvert, or neurodivergent, and generally prefers to keep to herself.
With all that in mind, the exotical believes that their general archetype will not allow them to keep a job for very long. Not because theyâre scared of breaking a nail. But rather, because normies wonât allow them to do so without incident. So therefore, they are better off going into business for themselves.
Popular exotical business ventures include; hairstylists, eyebrow threading technicians, manicurists, barbers, masseuses, strippers, and escorts, etc.
Yes, thatâs quite right. Your friendly neighborhood exotical would much rather twerk on a stripper pole than argue with Karen at the Xerox machine at 10 am on a Monday morning.
Theyâre not lazy, theyâre sick of everybodyâs bullshit!
Especially considering that some of these ventures are way more lucrative than being paid $15 an hour to sit across from Karen for forty hours a week.
The exotical further believes that normies like to bully them because they believe that the exotical gets to live life on easy street due to her beauty.
But that is a gross misconception!
If only normies knew the price that exoticals have to pay for their pretty privilege.
Those very mental hardships and persecution that the exotical has been subjected to for much of her life has made it impossible for her to escape the reality of human nature.
For that reason, the exotical is forced into a uniquely feminine form of black-pilldom, particularly as it pertains to the shallow nature of most humans. But here is how hers differ from black-pilled men.
Black-pilled men for the most part have thrown in the towel, and have surrendered to a life of minimalism. As such, they become NEETs (Not in Employment, Education, or Training), or they become incel conspiracy theorists living in their motherâs basements.
Again, thatâs not all of them. Some black-pilled men have made up our minds to push back against entropy, because, âIâm not going out like this, bro!â
Those men are black-pilled, particularly because they understand human nature, and still choose to push back in one way or another. They might choose to join volunteer missions to help others resist entropy via secular humanism, among other acts of altruism.
These men are not spending the best days of their lives on 4Chan complaining about female nature. Yet they are too few and far between.
As it so turns out, it is actually the girls who are really going in on the topic of human nature online. Or did you really believe for one second that a pretty exotical was going to allow a bunch of easily programmable normies and some devilish deity who created entropy in the first place to stand in the way of their spa days and pilates class?
Now as a black-pilled man who doesnât want to go down with the ship, who do you think Iâm listening to the majority of the time? And if that pushes me back into the red pill, well so be it.
But remember, you can either be red-pilled, or you can understand human nature, but you cannot be both.
Vince was at the end of the road. As he laid alone in a hospital bed, he looked back on his life. He thought about all that it had encompassed. The highs and lows, all his achievements and failures, his strengths and weaknesses. The things he could have done differently. He thought about all his children, and how much he loved them.
Then he thought about his regrets. He thought about his dead wife, and the stormy night she was brutally raped and murdered by a lone madman. The thought that he wasnât there to save her made him very angry. Yet a bittersweet smile crept across his aged face at the thought that he will finally be able to see her again. He closed his eyes, and then transcends into the vast unknown.
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He awakens to find himself in a house somewhere. It is not his house, and he has no idea where he is. But somehow, everything feels so familiar. He climbs out of bed, puts on his robe as if it were a daily routine, and goes downstairs, where he sees a man he instantly recognizes.
âFinally awake, I see!â The man says, wearing a âkiss the cookâ apron. âYou must be hungry, letâs get some grub in you,â he continues with a love thy neighbor smile on his face. Vince looks perplexed.
âI made bacon and hashbrowns, I hope you like it,â The man continues, pouring Vince a glass of orange juice from a glass pitcher. âTheyâre freshly squeezed! Handpicked them this morning from the garden. I hope you find it to your liking.â The man places a plate of bacon and hashbrowns with the glass of orange juice in front of Vince, who is now seated at the dining table.
Vince looks down at his plate, then up at the man who is smiling from ear to ear the entire time. âWhatâs the matter? You havenât said a word.â âI know⊠I know you,â Vince says, shaking with emotions, âI know who you are.â The man continues to smile.
âWhatâs the matter, donât you recognize me?â Vince asks. âI understand that you are probably confused, and that you must have a lot of questions on yourâŠâ â… why are you being so nice to me?â Vince confrontationally gets up from around the dining table. âIs this some kind of trick, or something? Donât you remember what you did?â
Just then, a woman enters the room. âIt smells mighty good in here. What are youâŠâ Tears well up in her eyes the moment she lays eyes on Vince. âVince!â âClaudette!â They both tearfully embrace each other rather intensely, then they both pull from each other. âClaudette, itâs you! Itâs really you!â He takes her in thoroughly. They tearfully kiss and embrace yet again. The man stands there smiling the entire time.
They break from their embrace, and Vince looks at the man. âClaudette, what are you doing here with this man after all he has done?â âI donât understand! All he has done was to help me make breakfast.â âNo, thatâs not all he has done. Donât you remember?â âVince, honey! I know you must have a lot on your…â â…why does everyone keep thinking Iâm confused, or something? Did this man hurt you?â
âNo, he didnât!â âIs he holding us both here against our will?â âVince, baby! All he has done was that he offered to come over to help me prepare for your arrival.â âMy arrival?â âYes Vince, your arrival.â âDo you know where you are man?â The man asks. âI remember waking up in this house that feels strangely familiar to me. But Iâve never been here before.â
Claudette and the man stand silently by.
âI donât really remember much before that. But if you are both here, and I know that you are both dead, then I must also be dead. Thatâs got to be it. I must be dead, and this is some kind of an afterlife. An afterlife, or perhaps it is some kind of purgatory if that man is here with us after everything he has done. Claudette, we are good people, right? I mean, we worked hard all our lives, only to end up getting the crappy end of the stick. What did we do to end up in hell with this monster?â
âDoes this really feel like any of us are in hell?â Claudette asks. She pulls back the drapes to reveal a man mowing their lawn. âHaiyya neighbors!â The man smiles and waves at them as she waves back. âAre you kidding me? Donât you know who that is?â Vince asks. âThatâs your brother, Steve,â Claudette replies.
âThat no good brother of mine told a lie to get me in trouble back when we were kids. I ended up missing the school dance because I was grounded for a week. And as if that wasnât enough, he stole my sports memorabilia when we were in our twenties. It was a collectorâs item. I was never truly able to get over the hurt of his betrayal. If I wasnât sure before, now I know. We are definitely in hell.â
âVince, youâve got it all wrong,â Claudette tries pleading with him, âBoth men have been nothing but helpful in preparing for your arrival. Steve offered to help mow the lawn, and Eddy offered to help make breakfast.â âReally? Eddy? Are you going by first names now, or something?â âVince, please!â âDo you need me to spell it out for you?â
âEddy broke into our house one dark, stormy night. Eddy raped you at gunpoint. Eddy murdered you in cold blood as you begged for your life. Eddy had no remorse as he was pulling the trigger. All your begging and pleading probably only helped him get his rocks off like the sadistic son of a bitch he really is. Canât you see that this is all just an act to get us to drop our guard. This food could be poisoned for all we know.â
Vince angrily smashes his uneaten breakfast plate into the wall before running out into the yard, still wearing his robe. Claudette and Eddy run out after him. They find him sitting on a tree stump in the backyard. Claudia put her arms around him from behind, stroking the side of his face.
âDonât worry about the plate Vince, Iâll fix you another. Itâs impossible to waste food in heaven, so vast is the abundance.â He gazes confusingly into her eyes.
âLook, what happened to me took place on earth a long time ago. Yes, I was hurt and confused when Eddy first arrived into heaven. It brought back a lot of bad memories about the night he killed me. But after a while, I learned to forgive. I had to learn to get those pesky little cobwebs out of my head if I wanted to be happy.â
âI just donât understand any of this. How could he have gotten into heaven? How could you think to forgive this monster after the way he ruined our lives?â
âI donât really know why I chose to forgive him, come to think of it. I probably just figured that only good people come to heaven. And that if he was able to make it here, then somehow he must have done something good to make up for all the bad that he has done during his life on earth.â
âBut how could this low life have made it into heavâŠâ â…I heard raised voices,â Steve says, running over to them, âIs everything ok?â âSteve, what are you doing here? I havenât seen you in over 60 years. Donât you remember what you did to me?â
âI understand that you are probably upset with me, brother, and I honestly canât say that I blame you. But what happened on earth took place a long time ago.â âThatâs what Iâve been trying to tell him, SteveâŠâ â…you stay out of this, asshole. No oneâs talking to you.â
âVince, please!â Claudette interrupts before she continues, âEddy apologized to me over 40 years ago when he first arrived, and he would like to extend you the same courtesy, so does your brother. Look, I didnât ask them to come over. They volunteered, knowing how difficult it would be. Your parents wanted to come too, but they couldnât make it. They wanted to apologize for kicking you out the house when you turned 18. They were hoping they could see you tomorrow, so you all could talk about it.â
âI havenât thought about that in such a long time,â tears welling up. âI had nowhere to go, so I ended up on the street during the worst winter of my discontent. Then my girlfriend wrote me a letter saying that she was pregnant. I didnât want to be a deadbeat, so I had to figure it out. The fastest decision I could make at the time was to enlist in the service. Even though I really didnât want to join, I did it anyway. I did it for my kid.â
Vince continues, âI came back home with a bunch of shell shock and recurring nightmares about my buddies getting maimed and killed in battle. Nightmares about the time I got captured by the Viet-cong. I was held and tortured as a POW for six months until I was found and rescued by allied forces. Once home, I became a violent drunk. I was of no use to myself, let alone my kid, and I didnât want him to see me in such a despicable state. Sure enough, my first marriage didnât last much longer.â
âI remember you telling me about it when we first got married. You were in a great deal of pain. Iâm really sorry that you took that pain with you into death,â Claudette says.
Silence fills the air.
âVince, Iâm really sorry for what I put you and Claudette through,â Eddy says, âI had no right to ruin your lives like I did.â âVince, Iâm sorry for all the things I put you through, bro. You have been nothing but good to me and my wife, and I see now that my ego wasnât worth losing a brother like you over,â Steve says.
âHow come you are only sorry now? Why werenât you sorry back on earth?â âI really donât know what to tell you there Vince,â Steve answers. âOh, you donât know? Well you know what? You, Eddy and my folks can all take your fake apologies and go fuck yourselves with it.â âVince, weâre only trying to help you for your own good. Try to understand.â Claudette pleads with him.
âTo answer your initial question, Vince. The reason why I think we didnât have an incentive to apologize back on earth is because we were living in the flesh, and the flesh is full of pride and ego.â
âEddy is right! Once we shed our flesh, we also shed our ego, which makes it easier for things like apologies and forgiveness.â âI think the boys are on to something, Vince. But in your case, your ego must be especially strong. Because you have shed your flesh, but your ego is still intact.â
âI have never seen anything like it. Someone whose ego remains intact after dying,â Eddy says, âAnd I have been here 40 years already.â âVince, youâve always been pretty darn stubborn, ever since we were kids. But I never counted on you being able to keep your ego intact after dying. I just donât know how you do it bro.â
âHow soon after dying before most people shed their ego?â Vince asks. âUsually right at the point of death, or in the days leading up to death. Either way, they shed their ego before they are able to reach heaven,â Steve says. âYour case must be a rare exception. Truly unprecedented!â Eddy says.
âPerhaps it just takes longer for Vince to shed his ego, than it does for other folks to shed theirs. Obviously he made it into heaven somehow,â Steve says. âIâll have you fine gentlemen know that my man is a good one, thank you kindly. Heâs just a bit stubborn at times, thatâs all,â Claudette says.
âGive it some time Vince, everything will be alright. I know youâll grow to like it here in time, and you and I can make up for lost times.â
âI would love that very much.â
He ponders on that thought for a moment.
âOk Claudette, Iâll do it. Iâll try and shed my ego for your sake.â âItâs a deal!â Eddy says as he reaches to shake Vinceâs hand, who reciprocates rather reluctantly. âWell alrighty then, I guess itâs settled,â Claudette says as she embraces him. âNow letâs all get back inside the house and eat breakfast.â
As time goes by, Vince and Claudette rekindle their lives together. Vince and Eddy become really good friends and neighbors, as they work together on many community projects. From painting, to drain cleaning to barbecues to butter churning. He even manages to make amends with his parents for any unresolved feelings of betrayal and neglect that he may have been holding onto all his life.
As Vince learns to forgive, his ego starts fading away slowly but surely. He takes on a more youthful appearance, and his personality becomes more playful. Vince, Claudette and Eddy grow really close over time, and are often seen playfully running through the water sprinklers as if they were kids again. All is right with the world. Then one day, it happens.
âI canât take another day of this.â Vince smashes his uneaten breakfast plate into the wall again. âIâve barely spent a month living in this lousy dump, and Iâm damn near out of my mind already.â âVince honey, whatâs wrong? You were doing so well.â âYeah buddy! Tell us whatâs wrong,â Eddy says. âYour dumb ass is whatâs wrong, and Iâm not your buddy,â he yells, pointing his finger at Eddy.
âThereâs something awfully screwy about this whole operation. I tell ya, this isnât right.â âBut look how much younger youâve gotten, and your ego is almost completely gone. Why would you want to go back to living in a way that has made you so unhappy for most of your life?â Claudette asks.
âI donât know! Maybe itâs because itâs the only thing Iâve known all my life. Maybe itâs because this whole thing feels so unnatural to me. I donât know! Whatever it is, I donât like people messing with my free will.â
âBut if that free will came from your ego, doesnât that make it a bad thing?â Claudette asks. âBad as it may be, it canât be worse than messing with your free will,â Vince replies. âDoes your free will matter more to you than your happiness?â Eddy asks. âStay out of this asshole, Iâm talking to my wife.â Vince yells, pointing his finger at Eddy.
âI donât know how everybody else in this godforsaken shithole does it, but it is not my free will to forgive my wifeâs attacker. Let alone be friends with the guy. Perhaps I was mistaken, but I see now clear as day that heaven is not paradise for me. If this place is going to manipulate me into betraying my free will, then heaven for me is actually hell.â
âDo you think you would be much happier going to the other place then?â Eddy asks. âI donât know! Probably so!â Vince stares at Eddy rather curiously.
âYou know, you still havenât answered my question.â
âWhat question?â
âHow did you make it into this so-called heaven after everything you have done back on earth? Youâre not a true believer, or anything like that are you?â
âDo you really want the truth, man?â
âYes, I do!â
âDo you remember my execution?â
âHow could I forget, I was there. Wouldnât miss it for the world.â
âDo you remember my final words before they pulled the lever that fried my brain?â
âYou said that you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior. Thatâs all you said.â
âThatâs all I had to say. After that, it was a done deal, my salvation was secure. The moment they pulled that lever, I knew I would wake up in eternal paradise.â
âDid you really mean what you said, or were you just taking advantage of someone who died on the cross two thousand years ago?â
âObviously I made it into heaven somehow, so you tell me.â
âIâm asking you.â
âIt doesnât really matter.â
âIt matters to me.â
âWhat does it matter if I shed my ego at the point of death? As long as weâre all here, and Iâve made amends, thatâs all that matters.â
âTo you, maybe!â
Vince turns to Claudette.
âCan you believe this fucking guy? He somehow managed to make it into heaven without truly repenting. All he had to do was recite some kind of sinnerâs prayer, or something. Which he waited until he was certain he would die before doing. Yet there are good people back on earth who lived their whole lives wondering if they are worthy of entering heaven. How insulting?â
âHe never told me how he made it into heaven. I just assumed that he was a good person who made some mistakes, and genuinely repented,â Claudette says. âYou always try to see the good in people, and it ended up being your undoing.â
He then turns to Eddy.
âIt wasnât enough that you raped her once? You had to track her down the moment you arrived in heaven to take advantage of her a second time. Itâs just never enough for you, is it? Whatâs your problem with my wife, man? What did she ever do to you?â Vince shoves Eddy up against a wall.
âStop it, both of you. I canât take this anymore with the two of you always at each otherâs throats. Why canât we all just get along?â âHow do you expect us to get along if there are two mortal enemies in the same room? Do you honestly still believe that this place is heaven?â âI donât know what to think anymore.â
âDo you have any idea how hard it was for me to move on after you died? You know how much pain I went through to deny my nature just to atone for my mistakes, in hopes of having a shot of making it into heaven just so I could see you again? And all this motherfucker had to do was recite some phony sinnerâs prayer. What a waste of effort on my part?â
âBut your nature is still intact, so what have you really accomplished?â Eddy asks. âI donât know! The only thing I do know is that I really donât want to be here anymore.â âYou canât be serious!â Claudette exclaimes. âNo, Iâm serious. Iâm done!â âWhy donât you give it some more time? Think things through?â âBecause thereâs really nothing to think about.â
âWould you rather risk losing eternal abundance in favor of going to the shadow realm? That, from what we heard, is far worse than the temporary readjustment period that you are going through here.â Claudette asks. âAs long as there is no agenda to manipulate my free will, then itâs worth a shot. What have I got to lose?â âEverything, if you donât come to your senses,â Claudette says.
âVince, listen to your wife for once. Here, we have everything. We literally donât have to work, or do anything but hang out all day.â âI really donât need to be taking no advice from a rapist and murderer. Plus, Iâm not lazy like you. I donât mind working for it, and figuring things out on my own. So long as my free will remains intact.â
âVince, please! Listen to reason. You donât know what you are saying, itâs horrible down there. The fire never dies, and there is no water to quench thirst.â âLook, my mind is made up, ok. Now who can I talk to about this?â
âI am the way, the truth, and the life. None can come to The Father, except through The Son.â âJesus fucking Christ, who the hell is this dude supposed to be? âThey call him, The Son.â Claudette replies. âAnd how did you get in here?â
âI literally manifested out of thin air just now,â The Son replies. âWhoa, that was fast. I didnât think heâd get here so soon,â Eddy says. âThank God youâre here. Maybe you can talk some sense into my husband. Heâs been talking like a crazy person.â âAnd yet Iâve never felt better.â
âOk, let me try to understand this. So you would rather spend eternity in the shadow realm because you feel like thereâs some kind of conspiracy to manipulate your free will here in heaven. Right?â
âThe whole thing just seems so unnatural. Ever since I got here, I have felt an unusual urge to forgive the people I despise. And it took every ounce of strength in me, just to keep a clear mind. But now, Iâve had it.â
âIs that all you have to say?â
âNo, thatâs not all. I also think itâs rather hypocritical of you, that there are good people in hell right now whose only crime is that they donât believe in you. Yet a wretched despicable murderer like Eddy can make it into heaven, simply by reciting the sinnerâs prayer. And you just accept it as proof that he believes in you. Has it ever occurred to you that he recited the sinnerâs prayer, just as a âget out of hellâ free card?â
âThe people in hell who you think are so good, deserve to go to hell because they are atheists.â
âAtheism is not a measure of morality, or the lack thereof. Unless you truly donât give a damn about morality.â
âI do, but believing in me is important, too.â
âHow could you be so petty? I donât respect you, sir.â
âWhy would you punish someone for choosing to use their free will to believe whatever they want? Itâs their choice whether or not they want to believe in you, but they shouldnât be punished for it. They should only be punished if they did something wrong that warrants them being punished. The first amendment of the American constitution places a much greater emphasis on freedom than you do.â
âLook, I understand that you are upset, but rules are rules, and you just have to follow them.â
âYeah, thatâs what I thought. Look, if thatâs all you have to say, then all I have left is that I just want to be free. Cost it what it will.â
âBut itâs horrible down there.â
âSo I keep hearing. But perhaps freedom is the sinnerâs paradise. The right to choose for themselves. The right to be who they want to be.â
âYou should know that once you get there, you can never come back. You will be stuck down there for eternity. Is that really what you want?â âWhatever man, Iâll take my chances.â
âI guess thereâs no point in keeping you here if doing so would make you unhappy, but Claudette stays here with us.â
âWhy are you so controlling? Why donât you let the lady speak for herself?â
âAlright then, I will!â
Vince turns to Claudette, but before he could utter a word, she says, âI want to stay here in this abundant, familiar space surrounded by the people I love.â
âEven if it means being neighbors with the man who raped you?â
âYes, but you can go if you feel it will make you truly happy. I love you, and I will miss you dearly, but if your freedom and happiness is more important to you, then I want you to be happy.â
Vince and Claudette intensely stare into each otherâs eyes before tearfully embracing one last time. âGo be happy bro, you deserve it.â Eddy pats Vince on the shoulder. Vince holds Claudette by the cheeks, and wipes away her tears. âThank you for being so understanding. I will love you till the end of time.â She cries harder upon hearing that.
They embrace, and hold each otherâs hands.
âI will never forget this.â
âI love you,â she tearfully whispers softly as he pulls away from her and walks away. She runs after Vince as both he and The Son disappear together. Devastated and heartbroken, she cries really hard on Eddyâs shoulder as he consoles her.
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At the entrance to a nightclub, the muffled sound of really fast Techno music can be heard playing from outside the venue. A horned bouncer with glowing red eyes can be seen unhooking the extension cord to let patrons inside the event. Vince, who was waiting in line, is about to be next.
When he gets to the front, the bouncer says to him in a low, coarse voice, âwelcome to Club Hades. May all your dreams come true.â âThank you!â Vince replies, âItâs an honor to be here.â The bouncer places a vip wristband around Vinceâs wrist, and smiles at him as he lets him into the club.
Inside the venue, the music is much louder, and the dance floor is moderately packed. Some patrons can be seen dancing the night away, rubbing up against each other. Some are drinking at the bar, while others are passed out from having too much to drink. As Vince is walking around the venue, he notices a voluptuous seductress with demon horns and glowing red eyes seductively smirking at him.
Vince decides to order a drink. He goes over to the bar, and orders a bloody mary. The bartender checks Vinceâs wristband with his flashlight, then says to him. âOh, the man of the hour. I see that you are the ownerâs special guest. Heâs waiting for you over in the vip section.â As Vince goes upstairs to vip, he notices an old acquaintance waiting for him at the top.
âWell if it isnât my man, Vince.â âRick old friend, so good to see you again.â The two do their special handshake. Vince and Rick walk over to the lounge, where they sit in one of the booths.
âAre you comfortable?â
âSure am!â
âWhen I heard that you were here, I had to come see for myself. You are the last person I would expect to find here.â
âAfter living a life of hell on earth, I figured the real thing couldnât be any much worse than that. So I had to come see for myself.â
A moment of silence fills the air.
âBelieve it or not, I was actually in the other place first.â
âReally!â
âYeah! Then I found it wasnât quite to my liking, so I asked to come here instead.â
âThatâs incredible, I didnât know you could switch sides so easily. After dying, I mean.â
âWell apparently I did.â
âWell itâs no wonder the owner wants to see you. He should be here any minute now.â
âYou remember Eddy?â
âWho? You mean the maniac who killed Claudette?â
âThe one and the same.â
âYeah! What about him?â
âThey wanted to erase my will, and force me to forgive him. Worse than that, they actually expected us to act like we are pals.â
âWait, you actually saw him while you were up there?â
âSure did!â
âHow did he make it into heaven?â
âWell supposedly he repented right before he was executed.â
âAnd they just let him right on in there? Just like that?â
âYup!â
âWhat kind of screwball place is that anyway?â
âI know, thatâs what I said.â
They both laughed.
âEverybody else was under some kind of weird spell, except me. The worst part about all of that was that Claudette would rather stay up there and be friends with her rapist than to come down here with me.â
âImagine that!â
âI know! They may have gotten to her somehow, but they didnât get me.â
âThatâs probably why they kicked you out of heaven.â
âProbably! Or it could just be that they made an exception in my case. Whatever it is, I sure am glad thatâs over.â
Just then, a tall, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes approached the booth. âVince, Iâve heard a lot of promising things about you,â he says in a low, thunderous voice. As he steps out into the light, it is revealed that he is wearing a dark suit, and has the horns of a ram goat.
He possesses a powerful aura. More powerful than anyone else in the room. Just as the two men were about to stand to shake his hand, the man insisted, âNo, no, no, please donât stand on my account.â
âMy name is Natas, Iâm the owner of Club Hades,â he gestures for a handshake. âDid you say your name is Nathan?â Vince asks as he reciprocates the handshake across the table while seated. âNo, I said Natas, The Goat. Because I am the Greatest Of All Time.â
âThatâs a peculiar name.â
âI get that a lot.â
âBut a nice name, though.â
âFlattery gets you nowhere with me,â he jokes while smiling at Vince.
âYou must be tired from your trip.â A waitress appears by the mere snap of Natasâ finger. âThree bloody marys if you would be so kind.â âRight away, sir!â She disappears, and reappears with the order instantaneously. She smiles at Vince before disappearing again.
âVince, you look tired from your trip.â Vince has been wearing the same clothes he left heaven with. But by the snap of Natasâ mighty finger, he was now clean shaven with a cool new haircut, and wearing a suit. They all raise their glasses, âa toast to my new friend Vince, and his arrival at our club.â âMay friendships last forever,â Vince smiles. âCHEERS!â
âVince was just telling me that he would much rather be here if it meant having his freedom,â Rick says. âYeah, so I heard. This place gets a pretty bad rap. So I think itâs actually really commendable that anyone would be willing to brave the trip, regardless of what they might have heard. I guess thatâs why he gets the vip treatment,â Natas says. âOh yes, well deserved,â Rick replies.
âSo Vince, how does it feel to be a chartered member of Club Hades?â Natas asks. âFor a place that is said to be the pit of eternal punishment, everybody here seems to be having a really great time so far,â Vince says while taking a sip of his bloody mary. âThe only pit here is a barbecue pit,â Rick jokes. âLet the good times roll.â âI know thatâs right.â They all drink and laugh together.
âYou know, I think this booth could use a bit of a womanâs touch,â Natas says as he claps his hands twice. Almost immediately thereafter, two really hot seductresses levitated over to their table. âSlimthicc, just the way I like âem,â Vince says.
âPick one!â Natas says. âItâs kinda hard to choose, theyâre both really hot,â Vince replies. âWell in that case, have âem both,â Natas smiles. âHey, what gives?â Rick protests, but then he cannot help but to laugh.
They both sit next to Vince, one on each arm. They introduce themselves as Mindy and Jada. Then they start rubbing down his chest while smiling seductively at him. âYou are the talk of the town,â Mindy says. âYeah! Everyone heard about the way you stood up for what you believe in,â Jada says.
âWe think that men who take risks and make sacrifices for what they want are like really hot,â Mindy says. Vince and Mindy lustfully gaze into each otherâs eyes before making out profusely while Jada aggressively grabs his junk.
A third girl has joined as Rickâs date, and the party of six are all laughing and drinking together. âLook at that! Everyoneâs laughing and having a good time,â Rick says, drinking and smiling. âBoss man takes care of his people,â Jada says, smirking at Natas.
âWell, I try!â Natas replies while staring at Vince. âLook, I like ya, kid. It takes balls to do what you did,â He continues, staring at Vince with admiration in his eyes. âCan I ask you something?â âSure!â âDo you think Iâm a bad guy?â
âFrom what Iâve seen so far, you seem really chill and laid back.â âThank you, thatâs what Iâve been saying.â âWell what do you mean?â âLook, can I tell you something?â Natas asks anxiously.
âThey paint the image of me like Iâm this bad fucking guy, Right? Well if that was true, Iâd have all of you shoveling coal into my furnace round the clock, without taking any breaks. But instead, here we are drinking and laughing and having a great fucking time.â
âWell obviously youâre cool and all, but why did they portray you in such a negative light?â âAhh, ancient history kid. But basically what it is, is that the old man made a bunch of mistakes with the human design, and wanted me to take the rap for it. Just so that he can come out of it looking good.â âWow, really?â âYeah! He gave you qualities such as greed, envy and vanity. And he wanted you to convince yourself that the goat made you do it.â
âWow dude, thatâs really fucked up.â âI know!â He shrugs, âSo now I gotta act like Iâm supposed to be this terrible fucking guy, or something. When all I really wanted to do all along was just to kick it and chill. âYou know, in all the years that Iâve known you, itâs the first Iâm hearing about this,â Rick says. âWhat did you do about it?â Vince asks.
âAfter a while, I got tired of play acting. So the old man turned me into a snake as punishment for telling the woman about the tree of knowledge.â âReally?â âYeah! I figured that anyone who can see through the great deception, and is brave enough to prioritize their own human freedom is more than deserving an eternal reward.â
âHow many people throughout all of history were brave enough to risk it all for their freedom?â Vince asks. âEveryone who you met in this club tonight, including the girls who are hanging all over you guys right now.â The girls glance over at Natas and smirk as he acknowledges them.
âSo are Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Tesla, Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson, just to name a few,â Rick says. âIn time you will have a chance to meet everybody who made it,â Natas says. âI guess itâs true what they say after all. Freedom is the sinnerâs paradise,â Vince says. âWelcome to the party that never ends,â Mindy says, smirking seductively at Vince.
President Biden has announced that he will not be seeking re-election in Novemberâs presidential race. The 81 year old president made his announcement last weekend on July 21.
Though his reasons for forfeiting the race may never be publicly disclosed, it can be speculated that they are due to his advanced age and possible failing health.
The presidentâs health has long been a topic of debate, as he has shown signs of cognitive decline. His many bloopers are evident throughout his media appearances over the last few years, and makes good material for late night comedy.
It is very possible that those bloopers could be more related to chronic speech impairment, than it is to cognitive decline. But the way you are perceived in the public eye is sometimes more important than your true character, and running for president is one such time.
Biden has caused America to appear more vulnerable on the world stage, and his departure is welcomed as a most positive turn of events. If he were to get re-elected, he would be 82 years at the beginning of his second term.
Four years later at the end of that term, he would be 86, but I donât think he would have made it that far. At the rate in which he was going, congress would be forced to invoke the 25th amendment at some point during his term to replace him with vice-president Harris.
If he is going to fall out of the race, he could not have chosen a better time. I believe that he will serve out the remainder of his current term, which ends on January 20. Quit while youâre still ahead. Do it for the sake of your dignity.
Now for the question of who will become the next democratic candidate. Few have speculated that Hillary Clinton would be the most popular choice. But it is obvious to me that vice-president Kamala Harris is the likeliest choice, seeing as how she is already so close to the presidency.
It is even more evident when you consider that her campaign reportedly received $81 million in donations within the first 24 hours, before sheâs even had a chance to officially enter the race.
This is no surprise to me, as I have always speculated that Biden was just warming the seat for the de facto president, while she gained popularity from riding his ticket.
This is not good. It is a relief to finally see the back of Biden, but Harris is not much of a better choice for the American people. Never leave a woman to do a manâs job.
Harris was going to become the president one way or another, and Biden dropping out of the race is the best way it could have played out. This is disastrous for the future of our country. In many ways, Harris is worse than Biden.
Not only will Harris make history as the first female president of the United States, but she will also become the first feminist president. It is also expected that she will support other far left agendas, such as; LGBT, dreamers, etc. Basically picking up right where Obama left off, back to business as usual.
Patriarchal chauvinists wonât have a leg to stand on in Harrisâ America. Feminists will feel emboldened to attack and disparage us with impunity. Free speech will become illegal, but only when we have something to say.
As I was saying in last weekâs article, the far left has no regard for the glorious constitution of our noble republic, only for their own agendas. Only the right are truly patriotic. We believe in the capitalist free market and the great American press. And we will do whatever it takes to protect our homes, families and beliefs.
Fortunately for us, our enemyâs camp has erupted into disrepute. If we want to make America great again, now is our chance. With Biden out of the race, and Harris in the lead, there is but one hope for the future of this country. Take advantage of the confusion while we still can.
And make America great again while you are at it. Or perhaps not! But whatever you do, never dare re-elect the old geezer, along with that damn woman to the highest office in the land. They are not your friends.
I thought they were for the longest. I also thought that all people with conservative values were inherently racist. That was the lie that was consistently fed to us by my derelict Jamaican ex-relatives from Brooklyn.
They were nothing more than a bunch of deadbeats pushing their feminist agendas, and a bunch of derelict male simps who turned against me to support the females in the family for fear of being ostracized themselves. Have I mentioned once before that the rat race begins at home?
I had openly supported Senator John McCain over Obama in 2008, right up until the end of summer. I was stuck living with my enemies, and was having difficulty finding my first decent job in America.
Then one fateful evening, I heard Hillary Clinton on the radio. While speaking in support of Obama, she said of McCain; âWhat does he know about poverty? He was born with a gold spoon in his mouth.â At that moment, they had me sold.
If I had any form of sustainable income at the time, I would have continued supporting McCain, whether or not I was wealthy. But I thought that voting democrat would provide more jobs and social services for people in need, especially immigrants.
And I wasnât wrong, but for who exactly? Not for actual people in need. Only for entitled deadbeats who envy their own kind, yet want to make up excuses and blame the racist white man every day of the fucking week.
It is a pity they donât realize, same as I didnât at first, that it is not up to any president on either side to save us, but for us to save ourselves. At the end of the day, both democrats and republicans are two wings on the same damn bird.
Regardless of who is in office at any given time, I awake each morning knowing that I am King of the Buckinchere dynasty, a fact that will remain until my last breath.
I only care about making sure that I do my part to provide the life I want for myself. To put the power in any manâs hand to provide for you is to make him your god.
Because the moment you owe him, he owns you. That is a form of idolatry. Even if you donât believe in God, no mere mortal is deserving that level of idolatry. Save it for your damn self.
My deadbeat ex-relatives were indoctrinating us young people at the time to idolize our pastors and politicians. Because us practicing self-sufficiency was too scary of a thought for the insecure ego maniacs to stomach.
They tried to change me into someone I am not by blacklisting me from gaining sustainable employment until I supported their party of choice. I only gained employment once they felt I was ready for the rat race on their terms, 2 years after I first arrived in the country.
Of course, being ready for the rat race on their terms meant envying everyone else in society. It also meant feeling like they are somehow above me, and that I will never be good enough.
This tactic was necessary in ensuring that I would do everything within my power to prove them wrong, only for them to act like they donât care once I actually proved them wrong. Only seek to make sure that you are comfortable in life. If you seek the validation of others, you will never win.
The more I navigated the rat race, the more I realized that my ex-relatives only mirrored the wider society. The rat race is full of immigrants, feminists, and homosexuals, who delight in emasculating men with strong chauvinistic values. They might have changed my mind, but they never changed my heart. And through it all, I never lost my chauvinist ideals, they only became stronger.
I realize that melting pots are not meant for me long term, unless I want to risk ending up in jail. Most melting pots are situated in blue states. It is rare you would find one of them in the deep south.
If you have any patriarchal chauvinist values, however small they may be, move to a red state. The deadbeat feminists, and the male simps in your families, at your jobs, and within the wider society hate you, and will stop at nothing until they are satisfied that you are completely and utterly decimated.
Many black people are rather apprehensive about moving to a red state, because they fear encountering racism there. But the rat bastards in the rat race donât like you either.
So ask yourself whether you would rather face open racism, or hidden envy disguised as friendship. Not only that, but you may find that you earn respect from all races of men when you support patriarchal causes.
They say that what you donât know canât hurt you. But which one actually has the power to hurt you more? Pick your poison, and pick it well. But whatever you choose, it must be a personal decision.
âJakeâ has been down on his luck since last year. He went from losing his job, to watching helplessly as his girlfriend left him for some rich douchebag, to ultimately losing his apartment. Sick, homeless and alone, it became obvious with each passing day that this is as good as it will ever get. So he did the only logical thing he could think of doing under the circumstances.
He considered several methods, but finally settled on overdosing. He was always a bit of a hedonist, so he wanted his exit to be as painless as possible. He never used hard drugs a day in his life, yet couldnât help but notice a couple of heroin addicts sharing a needle some ways over in the distance. So he stole their needle after they had already passed out for the night. Then, in an alleyway, behind a dumpster, Jake got into a comfortable position on a piece of cardboard he called a bed.
Jake then wrote a note,
{Greedy, sadistic pigs only want power and control over the poor. But all I ever wanted was to be happy, healthy and comfortable. Was that too much to ask? Youâre finally getting what youâve always wanted. I hope it was worth it to you.}
He placed the note under a stone, and injected a lethal dose of liquid Fentanyl up his keister. He thought about saying one final prayer, but figured it would be a waste of his damn time. âIf God wanted to show up, it would never have to come to this.â That thought made him very angry. Jake then laid on his back, and closed his eyes.
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The next time he opens his eyes, he immediately realizes that his surroundings are unfamiliar. He is inside some kind of life-sized capsule, hooked up to tubes and monitors, in what seems to be some kind of laboratory. Just then, the alarm on his capsule goes off, and a group of scientists in white lab coats rushes into the room with pens and notepads.
âOrphelius, I see that you are finally awake.â âWhat!â Jake replies, obviously confused. âThe subject is awake,â one scientist says, speaking into some kind of audio recorder. âHeart rate, eighty-five beats per minute. Blood pressure, one-thirty over seventy-five. Pulse, ninety.â another scientist says, writing on a notepad.
âGoddammit!â Jake yells hysterically, âI told you I didnât wanna be saved.â âThe subject is disoriented,â one scientist says. âGet him to recovery on the double,â says another. They open the capsule, and unhook him from all the tubes and wires. Then hurriedly run down the hall while pushing him out to the recovery ward on a gurney. He slips out of consciousness again.
The next time he awakens, he sees a woman sitting on a chair next to his bed. âOrphelius, so nice to see that you are finally awake.â âWho are you?â Jake asks, still dazed. âYou would think that after 7000 years, the least a man could do is remember the face of, his own wife,â she jokes.
âMy wife??â âOrphelius, why are you acting so strange?â âI donât know what youâre talking about, lady. Why do you keep calling me by that strange name?â
âWhere am I anyway?â âOrphelius, donât you remember?â âRemember What? Hey, whoâs the wise guy with the bright idea to pull a gag like this? I bet it was Vinnie, trying to be slick.â
âUmmm, Okaaay! I am like, completely lost for words right now, but doctor Qualz said heâll be back in a minute to check on your vitals,â the woman says with a blank stare.
Just now, Dr. Qualz enters the room. âOrphelius, I see that you are awake.â âLook Doc, maybe you can fill me in, huh. Thereâs a strange lady here who says that she is my wife. And she is calling me by some strange name I ainât never heard a day in my life.â
âOk Orphelius, try to relax. Remember, you are still coming out ofâŠâ â…Look, itâs Jake, OK! My nameâs Jake. Now why donât you tell me what the hell is going on here.â The doctor and the woman give each other puzzled stares. âOk then⊠Jake,â Dr. Qualz nods to the woman to play along, âWhy donât you tell me the last thing you remember?â
âOk! So, I guess I was homeless, living on the streets of Chicago. It was very cold, and I had to cover with old newspapers. I was starving, sick, and had sores growing all over my skin, and on the inside of my mouth. I didnât want to live anymore. So I watched a couple of junkies share a heroin needle, and once they had passed out, I took it, and used it to shoot fentanyl up my ass.â
âFentanyl, you say?â The puzzled doctor asks. âYeah, all of 20 ccâs, enough to knock off an elephant. And then I woke up here.â âInteresting! May I ask what led you to make that decision?â The doctor asks, writing profusely. âI was depressed after I lost my job. Then my girlfriend left me for some rich asshole. And then I lost my apartment and ended up on the street.â
âThis is incredible! This is absolutely incredible!â The doctor exclaims. âThat is the strangest thing I have ever heard,â the woman says. âWhy would anybody want to live on the street?â âProbably because they donât have a choice,â Jake replies. âAnd why would your friend just abandon you for someone else?â âProbably because heâs rich.â âWhat is rich?â âWhat is whaahâŠ? Are you fucking kidding me right now?â
âKatanya please! Let me do all the talking,â the doctor says, slightly annoyed. âOrphelius, try to understand. We are trying to help you in the best way possible. But these are all alien concepts to us.â âWhat do you mean by alien concepts? The world is full of poor people, and the rich douchebags who exploit them. How is that an alien concept?â The doctor and the woman listen intently.
Jake continues, â… and thatâs not even the worst part. I never really had a supportive family growing up. I dropped out of school when I was fifteen after my pops kicked the bucket. Just so I could work and help out my moms.
But she was always high, and asleep on the couch when I got home. Then I found out I knocked up some chick from around the block. We used to kick it and smoke weed. Then one day we were alone, and things kind of got out of hand. And the next thing you know, she turns up pregnant.
Twenty years later, Iâm thirty-five, and I just donât get it, man. I mean, I tried to do all the right things in life, and I just donât know if Iâm cursed, or somân. All my life Iâve gotten the shitty end of the stick. And right now, Iâm scared, and I just donât know what my fucking problem is.â
âWhat do you mean youâre thirty-five. Weâve been married for over 7000 years. Weâre at least 35,000 years old, if evenâŠâ âKatanya, thatâs enough!â Dr. Qualz exclaimes âWait, what did you say?â Jake asks. âOrphelius, I think Iâve got it. I think I know whatâs going on here.â Dr. Qualz says.
âWell donât just keep me in suspense, doc. Why donâtcha spill it already,â Jake says impatiently. âDo you remember when you said that you overdosed on this thing called⊠is it Fentanyl?â âYeah, what about it?â âWell, thatâs just it. It must have been your exit clause. The clause that you initiated in order to exit the assimilation sequence.â
Jake goes from puzzled to scared in under a second, tears starting to well up. âYou should have remained inside the assimilation for another 40 of earthâs years. Why did you choose to exit prematurely?â Jake bursts into tears, no longer able to hold them back.
âNow do you remember?â Asks a tearful Katanya. âYes, I remember, I remember everything.â Orphelius weeps bitterly. âHow could I ever forget?â Orphelius tries to console himself as Katanya comforts him. âI spent my whole life thinking that my name was Jake Corville, but my existence is way bigger than that.â
âMy name is Orphelius. I lived for thirty-five years as Jake Corville. But then I committed suicide, and woke up in⊠I guess the afterlife, or somân. And my name is actually Orphelius.â
âNot the afterlife, Orphelius. Your true life. The one and only life,â Katanya says, âBecause, after all, life is just a dream.â âYouâre right, my dear. Life is just a dream, and dying is like waking up from that dream. Really more of a nightmare if you asked me.â
âOrphelius, I have some questions about your experience within the assimilation, and if you donât mind, Iâd like to go over them with you now.â Dr. Qualz says. âSure!â Orphelius replies.
âFirst things first. You gave your name as Jake Corville. Why two names?â âEveryone had two names back on earth. Your second name is called a surname. It tells what family you were born into, and your first name identifies you as an individual.
âWhat is a family?â âA man and a woman have sex to produce a child. The woman is the one who gets pregnant, but the child is linked to his fatherâs bloodline, so he takes on his fatherâs surname.â
âWhat is sex?â âSex is, or at least it was supposed to be, a biological expression of the love thatâs shared between a man and a woman. Typically, the man shares his genes with his wife, who would then use it to produce a new life thatâs mixed with both their genes.â
âAre two people really able to produce a new being?â âYes, then that being is born as an infant, and grows into a child, then an adult.â âHow are they born?â
âThey grow inside their motherâs belly for nine of earthâs months. The baby is born when his mother releases him from her belly. At first, they are really tiny, almost like a little person. Then they grow into an even bigger person, and have children of their own. Eventually, they grow elderly. Then they die.â
âWhere do they go when they die?â âI guess the assimilation ends and they wake up here in this lab.â âThatâs not always the case, Orphelius. Your case is actually quite unique,â Dr. Qualz says. âOh! How so?â
âMoving right along. You said that you felt this thing called⊠cold.â âYes, there is hot, and there is cold. The air has different feelings that are opposite to each other based on whether itâs day or night, or what time of year it is.â
âFascinating! What is day and night?â âNight is when the sun goes away, and it gets cold and dark outside.â âThe sun actually goes away?â âYes, everyday for about 10 hours, it gets dark so that we can get some sleep.â
âSleep? Do you mean to tell me that people enter miniature assimilations within your assimilation? And that they do so everytime the sun goes away? And without the aid of a capsule?â
âYes, but sometimes they dream, and sometimes they donât. They donât sleep to get a trip, they sleep to recharge this big round battery they carry around inside their heads.â
âIntriguing! Thatâs actually pretty incredible.â âYou must be a pretty imaginative person, because I never experienced anything like that during my assimilation. Not even close,â Katanya says.
âI remember some time ago during Katanyaâs assimilation. She actually said that she spent most of her time being a flying Muka. And that she could go from the sea to the sky effortlessly,â Dr. Qualz says.
âYes I remember how cool that must have been,â Orphelius replies. âHer story is actually what motivated me to volunteer for your experiment.â
He continues, âMuka reminds me of an earth species. An odd looking thing they call fish.â âFish?â Dr. Qualz probes. âAt least thatâs what they call it in English. And the Spanish word for it is pesca? People actually cooked and ate them like food?â
âWhat is eat, and what is food?â Katanya asks. âDo you mean to tell me that different people have different words for the same thing?â Dr. Qualz asks. âSure, they call it language. People look, and speak differently based on where they are from.â
Orphelius continued, âDifferent people had different skin color based on where in the world they are from. They call it race, and the ignorant people wanted to judge others based solely on their race. They wanted to control the money and all the resources, based on something as external and unchangeable as the way you look.â
âWhat is money?â âA flimsy, worthless piece of paper. If you have enough of it, you could gain access to the actual resources that you need in order to sustain yourself.
âThatâs so bizarre.â âI know! And if you think thatâs weird. Men actually kill each other for it. Just to be able to impress some cold, heartless woman.â
âIf these are things that you need, then why are they withholding it based on something as flimsy as a piece of paper?â âBecause of control. Because they use it as a bargaining chip to validate those who do what they say. Then take it away whenever you step out of line.â
âThe more you talk, the more convinced I am that this place you went to. This place called earth, is the most bizarre assimilation story we have ever heard,â Katanya says. âKatanya is right,â Dr. Qualz says.
âDo you remember when I asked you where the people on earth go when they die?â âYeah!â âYou said that they woke up here, but they donât. You must have been the only sentient being within your assimilation. Every other being you encountered there was only a figment of your imagination.â âYou mean like an NPC?â âSure! Whatever you want to call it.â
âItâs no secret that you have a very powerful imagination, Orphelius. We still donât understand the magnitude of what you were able to conjure up while you were in there. But it is sure to aid in our scientific research for years to come.â âYou mean to tell me that I was like the god of my own little world?â âWhatâs a god?â
âOh, thatâs right! How could I possibly expect you to know? They worshiped some kind of superior being, who they believed was capable of granting them whatever they wanted, kind of like a genie in a lamp.â
âWell thatâs absurd! Why would they do a thing like that?â âBecause they think he created them, and that he is capable of granting wishes. Different people worship different gods based on their race. Some races would even kill for their god.â
âThe possibility that someone or something could have created us has never really crossed our minds,â Qualz says. âOr who or what they might be,â Katanya says. âDo you really think that someone created us, Orphelius? Is that what you learned while you were inside the assimilation?â Qualz asks.
âI donât know!â Orphelius exclaimes. âThe whole idea just seems kinda silly to me. I always thought that we just so happened to exist out of the blue. I never really thought about how we came into existence, nor did I really care. Come to think of it, we never really questioned much of anything. EVER.â
âWhy do you think we never questioned much of anything?â Qualz asks. âMaybe we never really had a reason to,â Orphelius replies. âThatâs what I was thinking,â Katanya says.
âDo you remember when you talked about the concept of hot and cold, and night and day?â she continues. âYeah!â âWhat would you call that?â she curiously asks.
âThey are opposite to each other.â âOh, so you do have a word to describe it,â Qualz says. âOk, so weâll just go along with what you call it, then.â Qualz continues. âOh, I see what you are saying,â Orphelius says.
âIt seems like people only have an incentive to question anything if they are somehow challenged. But not if they are always in a state of absolute perfection,â Orphelius continues. âIncentive. Challenges. Perfection.â Doctor Qualz thinks aloud as he writes profusely.
âI know this must be a lot for you to take in all at once, doc,â Orphelius says. âIt is, itâs all so very fascinating,â he replies. âI would love to stay and clue you in some more, but Katanya and I would like to embark on a trip to help me become reacquainted with Eternicus.â
âA trip would be rather delightful,â Katanya smiles at her husband. âHow much do you actually remember about Eternicus, anyway?â âNot much! Iâve been gone so long that all I can remember is how vast everything was. So vast, yet so empty.â A look of concern crept upon his face, seemingly out of nowhere.
âWhat do you mean you have been gone a long time, you were only in there for a couple of weeks,â Katanya says. âThe plan was for you to complete a month, but two weeks seems about right for someone who exited the assimilation sequence after only thirty-five of earthâs years.â Qualz says.
âYou mean itâs only been a couple of weeks? I guess I have more readjusting to do than I thought.â âWell, donât let me hold you up Orphelius. You and Katanya have fun, and keep in touch.â The two men shake hands.
âCover your eyes, Orphelius. I have a surprise for you,â Katanya says. âOoh, a surprise!â Orpheluis exclaimes. âI hope you donât mind, doc,â Katanya states. âNo, not at all!â Qualz replies.
âNo peeking, Orphelius,â Katanya says as she pulles back the window blinds. âYou can open them now.â Orphelius is tearfully amazed as he opens his eyes.
âDo you remember the last time you casted your eyes upon the beauty of Eternicus?â Katanya asks, hugging Orphelius from behind. âItâs as beautiful as I remember it. The panoramic mountains, the breathtaking oceans, and the green luscious vegetation. Itâs been so long, I canât wait to dive in again.â âThanks again for everything, doc. Weâll keep in touch,â Katanya says.
Doctor Qualz waves goodbye as the couple sets sail for their new lives together. âCan you imagine sticking your dick in someone, just to show them how much you love them?â âI know, tell me about it.â
âIsnât it enough just to love them for the companionship of being together?â âEarthlings, right?â The couple says, walking away and laughing together as their dialogue fizzles out in the distance.
Orphelius and Katanya try getting their lives back on track. They go on many great adventures together. They go skiing, kayaking, snorkeling and horseback racing.
They roll around in the grass as they laugh and frolic in the sun. All was right with the world. But then, Orphelius started to notice that something was amiss.
Everything was too perfect. It was always daytime, it never rained or snowed on Eternicus, and it was neither hot nor cold. There was no crime or poverty. No politics or economics. Nothing to fight or die for, and no religion too.
One received instant gratification for everything they could ever want. There were no losses. It wasnât long before Orphelius began to notice that everything was always the same. And then, he began to remember.
âOrphelius, Katanya, itâs always a pleasure. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?â âYou gotta put me back in, doc. I canât take another day of this. Iâm damn near outta my mind,â Orphelius pleads frantically. âOk, try to relax Orphelius. Why donât you tell me what happened?â
âI donât know what happened to him, doc. Everything was fine, then he just got upset out of the blue, and he wouldnât tell me why. Only that we had to come back here.â âNo worries my dear, let me handle this.â
âI finally figured it out, doc. The whole point of going to earth in the first place. The whole point of being born as an infant in a world so full of pain and despair. It was meant to give life its meaning by adding contrast and polarity into the mix,â Orphelius says as Dr. Qualz writes profusely.
He continues, âWe have been living in an absolute utopia this whole time, and didnât even know how to appreciate it, because we had nothing else to compare it to. It is because we know that our loved ones will die someday, that we cherish every moment we have with them. It is because we know that we will also die someday, that we value our time, and try to make the days count. It is because we experienced bankruptcy and unemployment at some point or other, that we will cherish every dollar as if it was our last. It is because of scarcity, that we will pursue abundance. What motivation would we have to do anything if there truly wasnât anything to challenge our concept of abundance?â
Qualz and Katanya look on in silence.
âI think I finally understand. I see it clear as day. It is the necessity of pain that gives meaning to all of existence. So you see, I have to go back in. Because being back here again, and being bored out of my mind so soon after returning, made me remember why I volunteered for the experiment in the first place.â
âGoing back in is completely unheard of. You would be the first volunteer in all of Eternicus to go back inside an assimilation upon exiting. The repercussions could be cataclysmic. Iâm just not sure if itâs worth the risk.â
âLet me worry about the risk, buddy. You just worry about loading it up.â âNow wait just a minute hereâŠâ âOrphelius, youâre being erratic. Why donât you just listen to doctor Qualzâs advice? Weâll figure something out. Weâll make it better.â
âNo Katanya, Iâve had enough of this dump. Like it or not, Iâm getting out of Dodge.â âPlease Orphelius,â she tearfully pleads with him. âI just donât see the point, Orphelius. Itâs not like you can go back to being Jake Corville. Heâs already dead, and you killed him.â Qualz says.
Silence fills the air.
âIf you go back in, you might have to be born as an infant, and start life all over again,â Qualz continues. âThatâs not an alien concept to me. I think they call it reincarnation.â Orphelius says as Dr. Qualz writes profusely.
âIâm willing to be reincarnated and start life all over again as a different person. Whatever it takes just to get out of here.â âReincarnation sounds like a fascinating theory to explore. I would love to have the chance to study it in depth.â âGreat, so then itâs settled. Load it up.â Orphelius says, already halfway inside the capsule pod.
âOh no you donât,â Katanya says, âYouâre not taking off without me this time.â She continues, climbing into a separate capsule pod. âI want to find out about this sex business you wonât shut up about.â
Dr. Qualz is left standing there, looking lost.
âWait for meeee!â He jumps into a third capsule pod, presets it to end in a month, then takes off.
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In the alleyway, behind a dumpster, a homeless lady is about to give birth on the streets, in the freezing rain. Her head perched atop a trash bag filled with bottles and cans. âPush Monique, Push! Push! Push!â Her friend says frantically. They were out collecting bottles from the trash, when they got caught in the rain, and Monique unexpectedly went into labor prematurely.
âPush Monique, Push! Youâre almost there. I can see the head.â Monique lets out a blood curdling scream. Then the cries of a newborn can be heard. âItâs a boy, itâs a boy!â Her friend says. âI have always wanted a boy.â Monique cries tears of joy. âHeâs really tiny, but heâs a beautiful baby boy,â Her friend says.
âI think so, too,â Monique says, âI want to give him the best possible life that a mother can give to her child. I just donât know how Iâmma manage.â âYou donât have to go through this alone. Weâll all be there for you, every step of the way. I know youâll be a great mom.â âThatâs reassuring to know. I would love to give him the best life possible. I only hope that I didnât pass HIV on to my son during childbirth.â
âHey, whatâs that smell?â Moniqueâs friend sniffs the air. âHey, I smell it, too.â Monique says, âIt smells like a dead rat, or something.â Unbeknownst to the two women, there is a piece of cardboard on the other side of the dumpster. And on it, lies the remains of a homeless man, with a heroin needle, and a suicide note.
