Science Fiction (The Trek up Olympus – The Jupiter Temple)

What does the term, ‘science’, mean to you? Science, is the study, of how to make perfect, an understanding of knowledge. It is the clarity of mind and the withheld speech, of all humanity. In other words, it is just what you do every day, but without medicine. Medicine is necessary, nobody denies this, and the hospice will always have a role. But when medicine, is by force, of ‘pills’, the shruggoth, somebody who does not care for your profit ventures forth from their suffering, you have found an issue with your society’s destitute. They have become rich, wealthy, and bloomed in suffering: yours.

The trek, commonly called the Fest of the Njords, is up a hill, the hill being your Soul, and the pinnacle, being the Summit, of all things, your friends gazing down. Each friend, is a stolen soul, of an evil man, or a grumfach woman, those whom you have claimed, to become the Crewmaster, the enterprising Hands of Solitude, slurred elsewhere in other works of course. This is opera, the art of creating slain foes by your hand, that of your crew and ship’s tyrants, the triremes of the spaces of men. You create them, on stage, in hand, and in book, the culprit study of men, and their women.

You have several elements, to creating science fiction. First, you have your author. That, is the person, publishing your book. That, presumably, is you, the unseen, God. God, is not a Deus Ex Machina, but it is the question poised by the book, your cause, as the writer. That is the fiction, what it is like, to be you.

Second, is your research writer, and his or her team. That is the past science fiction work they are using, a leader, the main hero, the Operatto, and their Crew, those gathered in disaster pandemic of Crew, those rugged heroes placed into shape, not through recruit, but by force, of having potentially served an Evil Way, of your Crew’s epiphany, having found what the research writer found, in their old foe, The Cause of Bleakness, their opponent.

Should one betray, you have found a Quantum, somebody who can betray a Priest, traditionally your leader of Prayer, the access to the Church. The Quantum, is a rare figure, the mathematician, an economist or business executive, a natural atheist, an A, an anarchist. If you have recruited them by force, you have failed, they are the Dark Lightning, the Temple Mount, of Zenith.

Each role, in the science fiction, is a doctor, all from police scientific quarantine programs, for research of destitute (the honest form) and unwilling patients, for military topical purposes, in a research setting. Your infiltration, as God, is not performed by you, you are merely the monetary culpable, the paymaster, from your religious organization, through the Priest, unless a Quantum has been found, then you have doomed yourself. Each character the Captain and Crew take, are inversions of the cause and rank of the science fiction work, with the Operatto, the main hero, as the lowliest, going in first and hardest, your toughest soldier, never recruited by force, always your best friend.

The ship’s doctor, in the work, is never to be taken, that is the position of the enemy, each doctor to be approached as the friendly doctor in the work. The work, is to be selected for the ship’s doctor, the claim of freedom from the science fiction research piece prior to publication of another prior foray, into police medicine, that of trapped and underprivileged, enslaved patients, by fascist pigs, anti-Semites by nature of the misuse of medicine for the wealthy, for the abuse of prisoners and convicts and inmates, and having inverted the method and means of the Jewish, libertarian, and humanist oaths, all the same, having been reprinted through the method of science fiction throughout the ages.

Each doctor, is to die, brutally and painfully, in field combat, with your Crew, a real death, the inversion of their causes and ranks gathered to research, and given to your editor, to be dispatched to God, your writer, you. The ringleader of the doctors, your prize catch, whether the doctor be written as a hero (valued commodity, a hard takedown, a violent death) or a villain (worthless commodity, a forensic commitment or dismissal from their program, an easy death), is always someone that escapes with a lawsuit, revealing them as the director of the police forensics program, the psychiatric quarantine doctrinist study, holding patients against their will in the corridors of their logic (always false, for forcing medicine, and performing research, on the unwilling, in any scruple of form, even for bribe of compassion to the ill or elderly, always illegal to take advantage of people).

The doctor’s liability suit, should be taken at honest face value, and the reason for liability, cleared through court, should be placed as the doctor’s special ability or motive or cause, in the novel, to be the takedown, for each doctor, in future uses of your science fiction piece, as a weapon, against police forensics, the false use of medicine. The purpose of science fiction, is not to kill or to harm or to hurt, unless you’re a doctor using medicine for a false purpose, to get rich and die trying, with the help of cops and social workers doing the same.

Trek on, folks.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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