When Zechariah enters the conference room, the Voice and GM are already laughing uncontrollably, dropping ashes from their cigars to places not intended to be ashed. In Special Operations, only Generals may smoke inside, but the lacking number of smokers is made up by the correspondingly higher number of cigars smoked."What is so funny, guys?"
- Jesus, you have trolled so hard that everybody is just frozen. That redtext lash out was just crazy!
Zechariah has had enough hard time already, so now accepts that certain people choose to ignore the difference between fact and fiction, up to the point of sending random and/or cherrypicked thread posts to human courts in order to prove that a person who makes his living by trolling, is insane. By the same logic, every author of fiction would be insane, in the same way as every author of indisputable fact is already widely regarded as insane, merely because truth hurts.- You know, advanced trolling
does make people insane. Now it should be crystal clear to you why the Haikko personnel could not accept either your paying the 15,000 bill in any method or currency, nor the not paying of it. Or how the district court can fine you for calling something a bank, and present your denial as evidence. It is a fact that there just is
no way to make them feel good, it is a catch-22. They are completely short-circuited, because their concept is that
they have to be
right. That they are
not, it does not matter to them until at least
one of them wises up. Until that, the only way out is to just drop everything and leave and hide before they get violent. This time you managed to do it. You are just mindfucking with people when you first tell them they will get nothing, and then you offer a million, and then you swear the only thing left is a million of debt.
"Well, considering that -1...+1 million
are the approximate bounds for the settlement, what
should I have done instead? Now I have tried to not offer anything, and then offered all the choices in succession, and
he has accepted none of them, in order to hopefully extract both of us dry. Not only that, I have tried every possible emotion (happy, sad, fear, angry, longing, ironic ...) in connection with every offer, and this has lasted for years already."
- The problem is that you are a clown.
Zechariah lets that sink in. Of course he is, and that is because they pay for him to be. "I am just doing my job and the boss ridicules me for that, why do I even live??"- You should tell them the truth.
"I always tell the truth, after all, that is the reason I am in trouble." [italics means that Zechariah merely thinks the matter, without voicing it, but the distinction is not too great anyway since everything that can be imagined, can not not exist, for the Universe is Mind.]- "To be honest, you know"
[GM paraphrases Zechariah [who paraphrases R.A.P. whom he wishes to see again]], this has gotten out of hand.
We are laughing our asses off and cannot even concentrate on our work because of that. Meanwhile
you have spilled the beans widely enough that everybody who should
not understand, in fact already does, and the only one who
should understand, still does not. And continues to destroy her own fortune, so someone has to pay for it. It just does not do to let anyone who has suffered you since early December at least, leave penniless. Double compensation is the way to do it.
Zechariah thinks that sounds rightful.- We cannot use you any more in Finland, because you are too public to be a Secret Agent, and as a Special Agent, you cannot get anything done because people just fail when you open your mouth. And that is not good because there is work to be done there. Long story short, we sort of fire you (knowing that you are hopeless and cannot be fired really), that is: give you a paid leave, wishing that you would not actively seek assignments in a year at least. And give you the permission to write a short post what it is all about,
just like you did 4 years ago when the shit last time became too advanced for practically anyone to handle. And just disappear for a while, pretty please..
Zechariah lets that sink in. Meanwhile, (at least) GM has a serious difficulty not to laugh at his own words. Zechariah, on the other hand, is happy that his situation is much better than last time he was ordered to shut down: the room height is the same, but he is not the least under duress, not afraid for his life, the food is better, and the shit is just getting interesting.