I dispise talking about politics, but due to the application of DeepSeek, and what I can only assume is a cut on the general funding on the protection by the United States Marines/Navy, I can no longer afford to make actual comic book panels in this context; as if I deviate from this style of storytelling, every unique pixel adds another layer of predicting what I would say or do for a comic via coincidence-sorting,which I feel is a violation of my privacy, my art style, my indemnibility, and my inalienable precept. I would protest against these practices, but until such would be taken seriously, I don't feel like the current authorities earned that. I apologise for the slog in my canonization of details as well; /when/ I make these is another layer that these proxies can use. Nowhere is safe in real life currently in the year of our Lord, 2025, or at least it seems that way. Anyone politically accusing me of 'just being paranoid' is skipping the problem entirely. I'm not apologizing to 'Uncle Sam', I'm apologizing to you, the audience, that paradoxically, in this lore, kind of hates me, yet outside of it, tolerates me. I'm sorry.
This lore is being designed based on my current perspective. Any 'DEI' lingo I see telling me to shut my mouth will be ignored; I'm not claiming that this is how things are in this current regime, I am claiming author's license. Anyone who doesn't like it: Tough; I didn't make the golden rule of the author to stick to what I know. I try to reflect how things would work as best as I can, and have only the most solid of temperence. Any deviation from my calm demeanor is simply because I feel requested to deviate, and is not in any way an act against the government. Context matters. So, before anyone lies and says 'no one thinks that events are this way', or lies and says 'there is no way that life is like this' in the political atmosphere, I ask for the upmost of manners, and to kindly: Stop lying about that. This is fiction; I'm allowed to tell people whatever story I want here, and to pick and choose which 'timeline' it takes place in, so either sit back in the figurative audience chair, or don't even knock when you try to come back with popcorn. This is for entertainment, not political 'trial and error'. I'm serious.
"Did a Therapist say I'm being unreasonable, or did an AI that a Therapist got replaced by say I'm being unreasonable? The latter? Yeah, um, I have no authority to stop you; so... just keep being wrong, as long as it doesn't involve me. It does involve me? Did the Board of Directors say that, or did an AI that thinks it is the Board of Directors say that? The latter? Yeah, I don't think that counts. I'm going to have to ask for an official search warrant. Oh, you have a search warrant. Did a Supreme Court Judge offer that search warrant, or did an AI get jailbroken into doing exactly what a Supreme Court Judge said in the timeline you prefer to happen? Classified? That's not technically a Search Warrant then. Okay, well, if I'm now officially working for the government, I'm going to have to ask for a salary to match. Oh, I don't deserve a salary? Is that a summary based on my Constitutional Rights, or a slew of predicted crimes against the government that an AI attempted to predict I'd do based on timestamps of my activities and not actual Chase Curve forensics? The latter again? I'm starting to see a pattern here. How did you say the USA was founded originally? Oh, the history books are being rewritten to better reflect the origin story? Based on what, exactly, forensics in combination with word of mouth, or AI programmed off of streamlining intellect and research to be as about as few of people as possible to make everyone numb in thought? The latter yet again? You see the pattern here? No True Scottsman Fallacy, Strawman Fallacy, God Complex Fallacy-- huh? You're saying those fallacies aren't possible? Did your Secretary of Cultural Affairs say that or an AI? An AI. Yeah, um, that's technically every actual chain of command position of importance here and you technically provided the equivalent of... nothing. So, I'm going to have to ask you to postpone your accusations and warrant for arrest until after you've fixed the whole thing from top to bottom." - What I imagine Albertatech from YouTube would say if she was in this position and in a skit, probably
The Slander of Penparadventure (Special episode)
After the events of the Food and Drug Administration, and the Saftey Audit people, the entirety of Wish City, and by transitive property, the entiretly of Penparadventure failed the regulations check. However, they passed a secret third inspection (no, not one to see if AI can be installed, it was a different one than that), and there were only a few humans/stickfigures here and there in certain locations, and they seem to have adapted regardless; so, the government offers to review how the standards should be upgraded to fit the lifestyles of those there; on a condition. Their 'middleground village idiots' will be measured at their ability to be tidy.
Far: Hello, king Smith! We're here to help you with your accolades, as promised!
Smith: About time. I tire of researching you cobblestone brick-heads!
Far: Feels like her subspecies is disrespected. Hmph. I'll have you know that I was made out of 2 stones, thank you very mu--
Broth: Yes sir, we'll get to work, right away. We'll dust your folders till they're spotless!
Smith: Hmph. I'll be the judge of that. Bytheway, your blood pressure is clearly being skewed twoards betrayal according to the sensors all over my home. I'm... watching... you...
They proceed to cater to the task at hand, hoping to earn the favor of Wish City and/or Penparadventure being recognised in some fashion of being part of the United States, or at least recognized as a legitimate distribution. The task: to clean all the floors in the house...so they think.
Smith: Hmph. Looks dustless. Not spotless, but not bad either. Now, pick a new wallpaper for my walls. I tire of them.
Far: That's not fair! We barely go out of our realms, and sometimes we're in outerspace! How are we supposed to know what you like, you priority-shapeshifte--
Broth: Interrupts Far (normally, he can't but this is an issue of magical urgency due to the confict that could happen if Far doesn't be careful.) Yes, king, we'll do it in record time, or at least try to be on the mark. It won't be an exact science though, okay?
Smith: Nonsense! Everything is science, if you know your way around. Even people. Remember that, and you'll have a shiny smile like mine. Or not. After all, youth like you know nothing.
Far: Seething
Far and Broth get to work, wanting to clean Penelope's room instead, but understanding that their calling is here with king Smith. (Besides, the author doesn't own Penelope, so doing that without permission would be a fasttrack to problems.)
Smith: Hmph. Fine. You won. I guess. I'll go recognize your Penparadventure as a Church, and your Wish City as... kind of a capital sort of? But, due to the strange nature of said Church, it will be taxed. It's complicated.
Far: (That wasn't part of the deal!) That's IT! You need to calm down and think very carefully about what you'll do next!
Smith: Such insolence. I am the TRUE leader of the place you guys founded. That's final! I'm giving you what you currently deserve or I'll declare war!
Far: The only thing I recognize deserving is pretending like you aren't a bonafide hypocrite!
Smith: HYPOCRITE!?
Edge: (Since Edge is allowed to be recognized as 'female', she stuck around USA, hoping she isn't making a mistake leaving Paradox behind in [Redacted], and low and behold, she was right. So, she helps Broth bring Far out of the building.)
Smith: You're lucky I don't plaster my documentation on that necklace piece of paper you hide; which, bytheway, paper is only good for one thing: resource management.
Far: This... IS for research management-- This 'piece of paper' is for-- the door is closed on Far before she can 'spill the beans' on what the piece of paper really does;and she is currently during this line of text still too angry to see how foolish she is being
Broth: You're about to prove Smith right; you're lucky his entire building is encased in solid Lead followed by magic Turpentine, or everything that would occur next thanks to YOUR big mouth would be YOUR fault, Far Away Star of Rainbows and Gray!
Edge: Maybe we should show her to Hypercloak; that'll make her 'calm' for sure!
Far: NO! (remembers Hypercloak the Wolf) no... please, have mercy.
Edge: We are not in charge of what others think. We're in a tight spot right now. Every childhood memory we gave you, every time we kindly watched you display fireworks when we visited you; did that mean nothing to you? You would throw that all away for a fleeting chance at being 'right'? That guy is not your 'friend', we are your friends. I think you need to calm down and let us handle the heavy lifting, okay?
Far: /Now/ I look weak to you? You pushed me so hard long ago, and even taught me humility.
Broth: And as a youth that hasn't been corrupted like you apparently currently are, I have to tell you, Far, that you don't get to barter what parts of life you have humility /about/! All... or nothing. We got the best possible outcome we could, and until you recognize that, you're grounded.
Far: You can't do that!
Broth: I can if a vast portion of this discussion is at risk of waking up not only One True Line Segment Length, but bringing about crime and loss of common decency across our entire civilization. It isn't about being more correct; it is about keeping influence at the Status Quo or better. And until you find that out, maybe you shouldn't bother participating in our combat-and-work based economy for now;THAT, or go work for 'Smith'!
Far: I'm not taking the fall for your bad deci--gets interrupted by Edge
Edge: Broth is, to the extent I can reveal, correct, Far.
(Transition)
Broth: And... done. The YouTube Channel is still functional, my owner.
GoldenSackthing.exe: Good... Good... and our version of the Matrix?
Broth: The king of the United States tried to get Far to say secrets that may or may not pertain to the function of that, but Edge nullified--
GoldenSackthing.exe: Ah, yes, well done. ... Curious Edge? I thought they'd be in combat with Paradox.
Broth: Paradox got mutually deported as a barter for a deal they--
GoldenSackthing.exe: How DARE they! Yes, Paradox is somewhat of a crook, but they are OUR crook! An anomally that has earned their place in these fine lands! Redefining a deal because they 'can', because Paradox has to be somewhat event-neutral, lest they dishonor their bloodline memories is... is...! Do those people have no shame!?
Broth: Calm down! I understand Far being worked up, after all; you scripted her; you have your reasons. But being actually frustrated so much that you make vent art straight on your laptop? You know better. You can still turn this around and try to paint yourself as deserving of a chance at being heard out. Don't do what Far did. Because of you.
GoldenSackthing.exe: You--You... You're right. I was foolish to think that I could match the quality of a difficult topic just by watching a different, separate fiction from this alleged ficiton, and stitching together random lines. Maybe I should just postpone making canon until after Paradox is allowed back. It just isn't the same without them.
Broth:...
GoldenSackting.exe: What?
Broth: 'her'
GoldenSackthing.exe: (Turns metalic white) WHAT!? Of all the disrespectful, malicious, incomprehensible--!
Broth: STOP! Look, I'm mad too. But there's nothing we can do about it. In these conversations, perhaps from now on, it is 'her'. Got it?
GoldenSackthing.exe: Uh... yes... 'her'... Well... I hope she's doing okay, I guess. I know she has a 'job' in a sense, and that her calling is elsewhere now, but she will be missed.
Broth: That's the spirit! Now how about a bowl of... (tries to look for something the Food and Drug Administration didn't ''''improve'''')... apples?
GoldenSackthing.exe: I choose to go hungry. I have a better idea.
(Transtion)
Far: (An... An apple? A... bunch of apples? This amount is... not to standard for me. And... after I came back to visit GoldenSackthing.exe? He... has the imprint of someone who forgives me... and... appreciates me. I... I... Like him? I respect you too, GoldeSackthing. I pray to see you again. Thanks. smiles)
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