Thank you. For grasping what I was driving at when I wrote what i did, and
writing an impressive fic fleshing out its implications. I am in your debt.

This was clearly sarcastic. Note that i mentioned hippies, and my own
failure to ever stand for anything and be banned myself. What I wanted to
point out is that us 'little people' constantly act and react out of fear.
Fear of a higher power like honesty and duty, or fear out of losing
pleasure, like being temp banned. Either way, though, we are trying to get
life to give us more by sucking up to the promises its made in the past.
This is what I'm against, and why I wanted to say it here, right after a
clear example. I have nothing against Gary Kleppe. But If I hadnt said what
I said the way I did, the point would not have been made. I may have hit a
sore spot considering someone just got banned, but hey, thats the string of
events, right?

You dont have to take everything at face value. Moreover, you shouldn't. If
i wanted change, would i do it like that? Or would i be all calm and
sophisticated and try to persuade people with reason they can relate to?
Christ.


aescension

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----- Original Message -----
From: "Adrian Tymes" <wingcat@pacbell.net>
To: <ffml@anifics.com>
Sent: Monday, July 08, 2002 12:21 AM
Subject: [FFML] Re: [Admin] Re: Re: Essay on Self-Insertions.

Max M. wrote:

Man you guys love to keep the little people down. Do we need to take

this

kind of abuse, fellow Listers?

Lan groaned as he double-checked the data.  This was Dex's doing, all
right.  Practical jokes were not usually his style, but what else to
call the introduction of viruses to what had been almost the only
virus-free computer in all of ACDC...heck, all of Netopia, so far as he
could tell.  He should never have let Dex borrow it.

Fortunately, the same safeguards that had prevented viruses from
entering, also confined them when they were present.  Megaman easily
cleaned out the few that had been anywhere near critical data; the rest
were in a sector he could afford to erase.  And so he did.

"Hey, Lan!" the Navi called as it observed the sector being formatted.
"The viruses are doing something."

"What?"

"It's hard to tell, but it looks like they're protesting.  I can see
signs for 'virus rights'."

Lan blinked.  "...they have the right to get off my computer.  They
didn't.  I'm not providing my computer for their benefit."  He had said
it more for his own reassurance than Megaman's, though he could find no
logical fault.  Still, he tapped a couple buttons to speed up the
reformat, knowing that indecision could not stay his hand nor bring the
deleted ones back once the process was done.

Stand up! Fight for change!

"FREEDOM!" was the cry of the Fourth Army as they charged over the
outskirts of their former oppressors' capitol city.  Every misery,
every slight, every ounce of supposed superiority and indifference by
the lunar masters while the people of Earth suffered was paid back in
kind, with interest.  For far too long, the royalty had wielded their
magic, professing compassion and benefice to their subjects all over
the world...and, all the time, the rich got richer.  Sure, a few
individual charity cases were helped, but those seemed to be randomly
picked, saved at the whim of the senshi - and thus, all whom they did
not help, damned by that same whim.

It was the end of the Silver Millenium, and to a one, Beryl's youma
horde yearned with what remained of their souls to be rid of it.  All
the good that the Moon Kingdom had actually been accomplishing was
conveniently erased from the youmas' memories; it had been one of
Beryl's simpler spells.

Bring down the
rule of tyranny and support peace and love and mercy and understanding

and

hippies and free speech and everything else that might work but has

never

been tried on a long term scale!

Washu chuckled at Sasami's question.  "But of course they have been
tried on a long term scale."  She gestured out the window.  "Do you see
war going on, right now?"

"Err, yeah."

Washu blinked, looked where Sasami was looking, and sighed.  "*Aside*
from Ayeka and Ryoko."

"Oh.  Well, no, but..."

"Ah-ah!  Consider, a single firefly could live its entire life within
the period of peace we have seen.  That's certainly a long term scale
for it, right?"

"Right...but we're not fireflies."

"That's right.  And that's the problem: 'long' is a relative term.  If
something doesn't work, you can always try saying 'it just needs more
time'.  Doesn't work, either as a proof or disproof.  You have to have
some *theory*, some logical explanation, as to why more time would or
wouldn't work.  Moreover, you have to know - ahead of time - how much
time it'd need.  Besides, peace does work.  Almost every sentient race,
if given the choice, prefers peace to war if it's not actually suffering
- certain greedy individuals excepted.  The question is, what pushes
people into war?"

Sasami blinked.  "I think you misheard me.  I said, if we let dinner
cook for much longer, the pressure cooker will shatter into pieces."

"...oh."

Throw off the shakles of self doubt! Rage
against those machines!

Nene surveyed her destruction, and mightily smirked.  Twelve boomers,
each one paralyzed by EMP.  Supposedly "rogue".  A model that her
friends in the AD Police labs said, if they ever went rogue and could be
captured, could be easily analyzed to prove whether this rogueness was,
in fact, triggered by remote signals (and probably easy to correlate to
the security signature database she had copied from deep within GENOM's
"secure" network...giving Largo full access, without insisting he come
up with a more secure password than "l4rg0", had been a mistake).

The gears of justice would turn, and grind other machines in its path.
Her loyalties were not a question of serving a machine, just which one.
She wondered, not for the first time, whether it was yet time to
confront Sylia about knowing she was a boomer - and about how little
that mattered to Nene, aside from what it allowed Sylia to do.

Higher spirits and cosmic forces are secretly
watching and evaluating you!

Kami-sama held his three daughters close as they watched the World
Trade Center collapse - first one tower, then the other.

Urd sighed.  "Mara told me she all ready had punishments lined up for a
certain group that was about to be famous.  I should've clued in on
that."

"Don't blame yourself."  Skuld did not suppress the tears on her cheeks,
but was trying not to sob.  "I...saw this coming.  I saw a bunch of
justifications for evil acts, then..."

Belldandy was not listening to her sisters.  Instead, she saw an odd
look in her father's face, and raised an eyebrow with a question she
dared not voice.

"Pardon Me," He said.  "I have to give a speech."

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