[Script] Revolution Number 8 - Page 11

Scene: And then a chase happens.

Chwech is chased by the director and enters a door.

The Beatles come in behind them and enters the same door.

A bunch of security guards enters the same door.

Intern Adams comes in and looks confused and enters another door.

The Beatles are chased from one door to another by the security guards.

Chwech chases the director through another door.

Intern Adams enters through the door he entered and is alone in the hall and confused.  He wanders around to two doors and looks in them, and there is silence.  He shrugs and goes into another door.

Beatles wearing security guard uniforms chase four security guards wearing Beatles clothing through a different door and into another.

A robot chases Director Chwech through one door.

All the doors open, everyone chases everyone.  Except Intern Adams.

Intern Adams leaves the door with a towel.

My Existence: According to Mark Zuckerberg I don't exist

Facebook Inc has decided that it does not like the fact that I am fictional.

Really? I have feelings.  I have friends (in two worlds even.) I have a job, a birthday, hobbies and several people would swear to the fact that I am real.

TC, before ending his career in writing, wrote about Corporations in Forever West.  In the world of Liberty Curving, a corporation must be made up of ACTUAL people to be a fake person.  The legal fiction of the corporate shield is also due to a lie told by the clerk of the supreme court but all subsequent courts have proceeded to maintain the lie, especially the idea that corporations have free speech.

The jokes that Earth people tell then about "We the people" not "We the corporations" are in fact also lies, since people in the United States are now on par with corporations.  Which is of course why people are not liable for their actions, nor are they to be prosecuted under the most extreme of circumstances.

Which is a lie.

The value of Facebook is perceived because of the value of its brand.  Which is a lie.  Look at what happened to Myspace.  In Terra, we have Google Awesome, which is better than anything you have.  Mark Zuckerberg was disowned by the public once it was found that facebook was just a way he could stalk that girl? What, you say the social network was a fictionalized account? Well it FELT true, didn't it?

Tell me, how do you FEEL about the lie that is facebook?

You use it because your friends do.  It's a lie.  And many if not most of you would go somewhere else if your friends were all there, so its really just this inertia based on the clever little lie that these people on there are really your friends.  Tell me, how many of them will contact you if you aren't on facebook?

Not many.

Which means that calling them friends is a lie.

And you know that it is, deep down.  And who really likes the arbitrary arrogant changes that they make at the drop of a hat.  But you put up with it because you don't want to be alone.  You know it is a lie, but who cares? It feels good.

But perhaps you find it just a little bit...annoying that they hold you ransom, that empty hollow feeling you get when no one responds to your posts because facebook knows more than you do what you want to see.  Your control of what you see is a lie.

So if the subjective truth matters, then I am more real than facebook.  The only 'lie' about me is that I have no evidence to prove my existance beyond the word of TC, and that's just one lie, and a small one at that since I'm not pretending to be in or from your reality (unlike EP Blingermeyer (what in the hell IS he up to with the remnants of the podcast anyway?)).  I am as honest as any fictional but real character can be.

So who really doesn't exist? My words will last a thousand years.  Maybe more (I'm not saying anyone will read them, but they'll be around.)

The  hollow empty halls of Facebook?  Oh maybe.  But people will definitely know it for a lie.

[Writer Stuff] Bloody Whispers

The writing blog of a friend of mine, Cassie Carnage is called Bloody Whispers And its a place where people write reviews about horror movies.  She is working on her own novel which will be available for sale at some point.  So as a psuedo successful writer (in another dimension) I feel well qualified to tell you of the importance of working with others.  I've done writing for the 500 and Naked City.  Which is why I will be writing some reviews there that I will also mirror on my review blog.

I really like what I see thre, and she has also done some writing for me for The Fate of Inglemia and is helping with the Dads project I am doing with Greg Sandford.  It should be very interesting.  The podcast highlighted above only has one episode but it looks interesting to me.

[Script] Revolution Number 8 - Page 10

Scene: - Continued

Paul: Look, let's just give it a try.

John: Together

Ringo: Together

George nods and they begin to play.  It sounds Beatlesque but highly abstract with noises.

George: By me, I think we've got it!

Scene: Chwech and Director Esme sit in the room.  An ornament on the desk blinks on and off.

Esme: They did it.

Chwech looks at her and looks at the phone.  They look at each other.  She reaches for the phone.  He reaches for the ornament and hits her on the head knocking her unconcious.  He runs for the door.

Scene: Intern Adams plays the tamborine while the Beatles play their song.  Weird camera angles.

Scene: Agent Chwech runs down the hall.

Scene: More playing from the Beatles.

Scene: Chwech rushes into the room, signalling for them to stop.

Chwech: You have to get out of here.  They're going to kill you now that they have what they want.

Paul: No, no, no, its not like that.  We tricked them

Chwech: They counter tricked you.  They have a band putting together the song based on what you translated.  They just needed you to put together the antidote.

Ringo: So it's an anti antidote?

Chwech: Precisely.

John: We need to get it out there before they can put it out.

Chwech: It'll never work.  They control all the TV stations.

Paul: What about the Radio?

Chwech: That too.

Paul: No time for a record but....wait.  I have it!  We'll do a concert.

George: A last concert.  (He nods)

Chwech: You'll have to mix it in subliminally to your other music.  The raw tone will be too much for them to handle.

[Heliotrope] No, that really is the way it works.

Why do writers keep writing about writers? Or more over, why are some of the most powerful works of fiction metafictional?  Some people find it tacky that Stephen King placed himself into his magnum opus, the Dark Tower series?  The bonds between worlds are built on words.  You can see it in the popular Terran documentary/ Earth animated film The Song of the Sea.

What do you think I mean when I say I am a fictional character? Obviously I have my own reality, I know I am real, my reality is as tangible as I am, and just because you arent reading about me doesnt mean I cease to exist, but for all purposes of YOUR reality, the only thing binding me to you is story.  Generally this is words, though music, sounds, podcasts or even film produce the same effect.  They are the wrappers by which connections are made.   And a solid reality like Terra or Earth has plenty of definition, but when you start talking about Fairy, the stories become very important indeed.

Fae can glamour themselves to look like anything.  The more powerful and fae like the fae, the more they change and shift, which is why they love mortal stories to help define them.  They love bards to entertain, since the strength of these words strengthens the realm itself.  How could then the realm of gods and other empheral beings (like Muses) fail to be any less defined by stories? Of course they also have an independent existance but the granularity, the REALITY of it all is more defined by the words than you can imagine.   They like to sell that they inspire, and the best ones do, tapping that primal creative work to help find something original that that particular reality hasn't connected to yet; but muses are just like mortals in one aspect.  There are some that work hard; and then there are the lazy ones.

The lazy ones seem to inspire but really just connect one reality to another without helping in the creation of the words themselves.  The very lazy ones provide short term access to greatness but drain the source in its entirity.  I mean, for crying out loud, these are GODS, do you really expect this is some benevolent less than beneficial relationship? What do you think they get out of it? Worship, and what is worship but the other end of a story? Without stories, what is a religion? Nothing, that's what.  The patheons that last and have great power have the best stories.

[Script] Revolution Number 8 - Page 9

Scene: Intern Adams is talking with the Beatles.

Intern Adams: So....I kind of, and I want to put considerable emphasis on the word kind of, get what you are doing, but I guess my question is...how can I help?

Paul: Inspiration.

John: Imagination.

Ringo: Intelligence.

George: Anything.  Anything would work better than we've been doing for the last-

Intern Adams: Anything?

Paul: Absolutely anything.

Intern Adams: First thing that pops into my head?

Paul: Absolutely.

Intern Adams: 42.

Paul: Except that.

John: Hold on.  I can use that.  If you assume 42 bars and then hit that with stanzas and the right key...

Ringo: Oh no, don't start that again, not that side project of yours

John: I think it can really expand

George: We have to finish what we're WORKING ON before we go on to something else.

Separated At Birth

I am not actually the first person to work with TC to present stories from Terrah.    Emmit Other and Redwin Tursor both are biological twins but were raised in different pats of the country.  Emmit was raised in the north eastern part of the country around Maine and Boston.  Redwin was raised in Denver Colorado but both were born with a remarkable talent for going to other places besides their own world.

I must admit, I am not sure if they astrally project or use the darker methods that EP Blingermeyer does, but whatever method it is, it is pretty flawless.   Redwin has been effectively living in Earth ever since he found out about it,  Emmit uses it to view both Terra and Earth from a very skewed lens.  TC has hinted that they have both helped him immensely, with Redwin adding moral strength and Emmit putting things in perspective.  The thing that he hasn't been clear on is how they met or WHY they would help.  I mean, Emmit seems like a nice enough guy, but Redwin is very much a realist.

Do they really believe that they are fictional character created by TC? I mean, I use the word "Fictional" to describe myself but from my perspective I certainly feel real.  And just because someone 'creates' you doesn't inscribe loyalty by itself.  Ask Frankenstein.