Dangerous Dreams [Elastic Society Theory Part 1]

Dangerous Dreams [Elastic Society Theory Part 1]

by Terry Schurter
     
 
One second before the last program dropped, Stewart punched his last tracer, an automated information agent he had just adapted. And on it's tail rode the Nano Nuke. Asta La Vista, Baby. The name of the hacker he had just hacked, and bombed, appeared on his screen--just three simple words: "World Security Agency" Exhilaration turned to fear, tingling with the

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One second before the last program dropped, Stewart punched his last tracer, an automated information agent he had just adapted. And on it's tail rode the Nano Nuke. Asta La Vista, Baby. The name of the hacker he had just hacked, and bombed, appeared on his screen--just three simple words: "World Security Agency" Exhilaration turned to fear, tingling with the acrid scent of panic. What have I done? Above the Earth, cradled next to the moon, lay the Sternkind. Earth's first colonization ship. A ship borne of ambition and courage, destined to fulfill mankind's dreams. But what dreams, and whose will she follow? For some people chose to follow their own dreams. Dreams of a better place, a new way, a new beginning. For those, if the will is strong and the determination great enough they just may reach their goal, if only they can stay alive while trying.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940000071212
Publisher:
Double Dragon Publishing
Publication date:
01/15/2004
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NOOK Book
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567 KB

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Chapter 1 -- Silent Stirrings

What is Law? In simplest form, it is a Boolean thing, one or zero, yes or no. There is no middle ground, no subjective quality. It is pure. It is constant. It is an unwavering foundation with which to build great things, do great works, and uncover new and wondrous discoveries.

And so it is. In the fields of science, Laws discovered and proven by great men and woman have propelled humankind forward, feeding the insatiable thirst of the Id to do more, better, faster.

Society stares longingly at this fertile ground of science with its immutable Laws. It resents the logical world, even as it covets it. And so Society begets its own laws, not by hypothesis, theory, challenge, and test but by mandate, consensus, negotiation, and barter.

Yet law is law. It reduces complication to simplicity, shedding context, condition, and consequence like a hot knife through butter. All societies that create laws find this. The laws they create stand above the individual, holding a higher place in the society.

Why were these laws created in the first place? What need did they fulfill? The answer is simple, surprisingly simple. Where natural Laws do not exist problems cannot have a definitive answer, they have an infinite number of subjective answers. Creating societal law relieves this duress by pre-selecting one answer as the answer.

But we do not accept laws being placed above us. Therefore, society immediately follows the creation of law with the rule of judgment. Regardless of how such judgment takes form it allows the subjective assessment of a law against the context of a specific situation, once again delivering societalcontrol back to people.

Such a contradiction inevitably leads to disaster. Take the concept of Democracy for example. The natural evolution of Democracy, once societal law and rule of judgment has been created, is the "Spiral of Demise." Summarized, we find that the institution of law is the next order of progression, which as it grows, distances the law from justice and fairness becoming a game of win or lose. The institution of law is synergistic, even catalytic, with Political Expansion resulting in more laws purportedly in the name of justice. In turn, this propagates the growth of the institution of law continuing the cycle until the "Latent Societal Force" builds sufficiently to erupt in some form of revolution.

Conclusion: Societal Law is an abomination that cannot be allowed to exist.

John Marshal, the Elastic Society Theory

Stewart leaned back, the clear vellum-like esheet displaying a section of the Elastic Society Theory on its face, forgotten in his hands. He could feel John Marshal's words sifting through his synapses, mining his memories so that he could relive past moments in a reflective state. This Marshall guy was really something! Mental images flickered rapidly, here and gone, finally settling into his high school years where captive memories were richer and multi-dimensional.

He remembered a girl, the one with that voice so clear, like crystalline water in a bottomless lake. She had broken a school rule (as if everyone didn't?) by wearing that earring receiver to catch the live feed from London, the Masters of Music Symposium. But the Teacher found out and called down the law didn't she? Sure, it was called a School Policy but it was still a law, a societal law. Moreover, here it was enforced so the teacher could assert her control and dominance over a kid that was different. An intelligent, seeing, knowing kind of person, not a troublemaker. It was obvious the Teacher did not like her, or more likely did not like her because she was envious of her. Envious of her poise and intelligence, her obvious musical gifts, and that amazing quality he could only describe as being in harmony with herself and her surroundings. So at the first chance, like the queen of hearts in Wonderland, she leapt on the girl screaming "off with her head!"

Without warning, prose began writing itself on Stewart's mental canvas, capturing the emotions of that moment as if it were really happening in this moment.

"She was a work of beauty, in need of no adornment, a flower that rose strong, blooming quickly, with colors of a richness and purity I had not seen before. Perhaps she was a pure soul, or as pure as a soul can be. Needing no affirmation, no veneration, no validation she was unto her self, complete. The Teacher saw that. Saw it and burned with envy -- was clutched by jealously -- and reacted with anger. There, within the Law, she found the means to cast her dark emotions upon the girl to lessen her color and dim her splendor. It was nothing less than an effort to erase from the girl what she so greedily coveted."

Stewart relived the moment, seeing the girl's pain again just as if it had been that first time, years ago. He felt his own pain, the pain of watching her and doing nothing, of being able to think of nothing he could do.

Then it was gone, replaced by new images, a new memory un-summoned by his conscious mind but called forth nonetheless.

Copyright © 2004 by Terry Schurter

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