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Dystopian Novel Idea.

Thou

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Now this story is based around my protagonist "Vincent Aurora Kess;" who sees rather unsettling luminescent auras around others, but these auras are charecterized by a color spectrum that is predicated on the characters idealism. Blackest was furthest from what he reasoned himself to believe at the time, the auras most full of light were closest to his ideals, again, at the time. He had yet to realize that this was the flaw in seeing things in term of their opposites, as opposed to seeking a balance between the 'something' which, by its very existence alone, implied the seemingly hopeless 'nothing' he hoped to avoid, stomp out, dismember. Obviusly theres a depth and duality to his character, and I fully intend to explore both the scientific and the metaphysical dualities excessively through dialogue, action and other means.

Despite this intellectual and/or spiritual blockade in his sense reasoning, this paranormal ability transgressed through obsessive dedicated research, sought out experience, and by ingesting a series of plants that had been distilled (by an underground technocracy using a mix of beauracratic anarchism, encryption based anonymity, and a sense of the absurd to operate as freely and judiciously as all 'exposed' leading governments at the time, but completely anonymous through using the technique of the former leading thought controllers method of debasing reality by summarily dismissing undisclosed facts as "idiotic conspiracies" against them in a most absurdist fashion) to mere base alkaloids ready for ingestion in the microgram range (as these characters had mastered the art of micro/macrocosmy and through use of these plants had evolved to understand the universe in 4 dimensions as an unlimited spacial experience far surpassing the inward and outward reach of normal unaltered hominid perception.)


Still requires plot, theme, some nasty fuckin' rotten characters, some dialogue, some more exaggeration and some sort of 'higher' character or condition in the protagonist that transcends from his rather shoddy perception to a more concrete and workable one. Some action and death as well, and perhaps an end where things are fucked and everyones dissapointed.

I'd like to involve a behavior based epidemic based on the transfer of information regressing the public into multi-task freaks who although far from intellecutally disabled, are far from functional and the ones running the scene behind it all [the technocracy] have ironically avoided this disease by 'trangressing' themselves, by what was only several years before universally considered 'primal' behavior. This behavior included spending the first ten years of life, and then another ten years of life after giving rise to no more than two children, living in deep jungles of the amazon, or whatever other uninhabited deep tropic jungles they could find and revisiting the shamanic nature of pre-history's peoples. This is several years after the few thousand aboriginal peoples left on the planet after years of edging them further into the deserts, jungles, and mostly uninhabitable regions and systematically finishing them off, were denigrated and encarcerated by the concept of 'endangered' hominids, and displayed only in wildlife encampments with high electronic gates at the taxpayers expense. There were none left in the uninhabitable regions, only the technocrats. This behavioral epidemic will be largely sardonic and comical, reflective of the psychiatric invention of attention based disorders and expensive treatments, clinics, and drugs to treat said disorders, increasing financial and physioligical slavery to degrees almost as alarming to the laymen and critical thinker as some of the slaveries of the past, despite the fact that no immediate and blatent physical persecution was visible. This form of slavery was so sinister as to remain undectected by hundreds of millions in the western world and only a select few were able to detect it, and most of these unfortunate characters whereupon self diagnosing themselves with this ill-bred sickness, were already rightly inflicted and after years of struggle, most commited suicide. Some were picked up by the technocrats and cured using the 'science of animism,' as they refferred to in a distinct contrast to the science of the multi-task addicts [oppurtunity for a better term here] which believed in a 3 dimensional and easily reasoned universe, leading inevitably to their enslavement through linear thinking and reasoning.





Plot
Who is the protagonist (main character) of the novel?

Vincent Kess, young,'college' bound, tragically born as a fully functional critically astute thinker (knowing full well the dangers). History of being harrased by psuedoscientific authorities since early adolescence (psychiatrists are among the most malignant example, but anyone under the employ of the dominateeing culture/and the false front faculty, special police, EMS technicians, school counselors, phony priests, paid off classmates who were conditioned in the traditional manner by the 'scum' we can commence labeling them as in this case, although in the time in which they live where psychiatristpsuedoscience isnt the only "interested party" who can't do the decent, honorable thing and let him mind his own business), Though amaiably and pleasantly charming when cornered (not the charm that would throw out any red flags and he knows this, using shyness as a subterfuge at times, depending on who's on the list that day to attempt another pitiful attempt at outwhitting the youth to reveal a weakness to exploit (perhaps if he could achieve this without deciet, all the better) even though his studies and personal education on various psychological, sociological, economic, mystic, actual history he obtained from encrypted sources and at a hefty price, just to name a few hardier ones, with photographic memory and a humanitarian individualism as a basis) [a self taught intelligence that would serve to intimidate anyone trying to muscle him with sneeky, pathetic attempts to catch him off gaurd]

Give a thorough physical description of the protagonist. Include in your description how the protagonist reacts to situations.

The youth is fairly quiet when exposed, shyness as survival, he calls it, But once he's clear of the dangers inherent in dropping this front, usually alone or with his spirtual guide, though through a pattern of mutual trust with legitimacy tests leading to him elevated to status as benefactor, Because of surveillance, watchdogs, and the absolute monitoring of everything computer, television, and phone/internet alike, not known by most but the very elite, immoral, and completely illegal. Among other tactics employed by the scum for, frequency of the meetings are less than ideal but enough to keep them both in a position of control. She'll of course be completely underground, yet not at this time associated with the technocracy, who we'll hear about later. She's a rogue who escaped indoctrinization similar to how Vincent has so far, naturally intuitive and aware, with a fastidoiusly led and complex life that brought her to the 2nd step, a wholly spiritual one we'll get into greater length about later. (not that she's any slouch in the human dictionary routine Vincent was born into.) They maintain their desired level of secrecy at this stage using an obvious edge in their perceptive capacities as well as other varied techniques, we'll extend up on these later. He reacts to situations on a situation by sit. basis, depending on who he's around.

Phys features: Dark penetrating eyes of green, whith a lanky frame despite his modest height of just under 5 foot nine. His good looks work to his advantage, although he's not particularly involved in superficialities, unless they help his survival and the light deceptive techniques he employs to live the way he does. He's got a lovely olive brown tone of skin, although of no arabic descent. He's muscular and when not training his mind, keeps in good shape. He doesn't drink for it weakens him and offers nothing insightful (alcohol is still widely available). Hair of a light brunette, cropped in a fashion as not to seem conspicuous when under questioning. He dresses in suits of vintage tweed when he can help it, and keeps his tattoos and various scars under wraps using forbidden makeups and other treatments, The tattoos aren't aesthetic but are fashioned in a way to promote his spiritual growth. He wears tortoise shell glasses on a powerfully attractive nose assymetric in character, though not conspicuos and just the right size with sullen cheeks, neck thin and proportionate with the rest of the face, lacking that amorphous atoms apple you sometimes see in thinner boys. slight dimples noticeable when smirking or on the off chance a genuine smile should meet his very full and inviting lips. He avoided this in public, his front was the shy and shallow youth who was very serious in manner, and a general assumption was that he was an unfocused, but serious gentlman not capable of flights of whimsy. He smokes cigarettes on a consistent basis, but seeing as how this vice is considered quite normal it was required at first, but after a while he found the rituals surrounding the habit grew on him, and although his self control was impressive, he would use difficult encounters to embrace this one perversity he allowed himself. He drank a coffee substitute of his benefactors formulation and design, using organiclly grown herba mate as well as a few other herbal admixtures, all lightly psychoactive, but with healing qualities suited to his training. The substitute was more nootropic than stimulant in effect, and this he drank when in social situations was expected to drink the coffee so poor in quality and taste, so psychically malignant, not to mention the synthetic nicotine being replaced with the natural coffee of the earlier periods. The two were indistenguishable from one another to those not trained to percieve the subtleties of difference, thus completing his persona.

Let it be known that these are not a pair of fugitives long recognized awaiting the inevitable hammer. These technofascist techniques the dom's subject them to, are no different than the remaining population, with special attention allocated to the youth, the most dangerous to the dom agenda, and there are a strong minority base undergoing the same scrutiny, undetected, as their natural gifts favor the partners[ship, as opposed to the ruling dominators far from capable of discerning a danger in their midst. They've not evolved to be particularly aware, apt, or even smart enough function compared to these two fortunate pacifists with an intellect that would rival that of the natural prodigies of the 21st century, before the privatization of the public schools was enacted after years of trying to weaken the collective minds by simply cutting funding in a most criminal fashion to attempt to keep these unfortunate youths in the dark about important matters, and above all eradicating the option to 'question' any suspect material reaking havoc on critical thinking and inevitably, controlling the proletariat through a subtle conditioning that was solidified with the television crowd, they were easier to get to.
 
hey thou, if you need someone to proof-read and/or play second-rate editor i'm up for it. sounds like something i'd enjoy reading, and i always had a soft-spot in my heart for bleak dystopian novels. at the moment i've enough time on my hands, with my own writing gotten horribly stagnant through my 3-month GABAergic binge, so yeah. offer stands. PM me if you feel like it.
 
Thanks man, it's a mere fetus at this juncture.

Dexedrine to the rescue in two weeks time. I'll let you know!

My motivation is dead with all this klonopin I've been taking for lack of anything better to do with my days off, gave my mother most of my paycheck so can't even afford the 2-fma I wanted which is super cheap anyway. Oh well, this Friday will suffice.
 
yeah i feel you, i took ridiculous amounts of benzos, alcohol and GHB in the past quarter year, and that stuff kills my creativity pretty fucking thoroughly. funnily enough i've been contemplating getting some 2-fma for the exact same reason as well.
 
2fma

Is a true medicine.

I'm prescribed adderall, which does fuckall for creativity for it is way too euphoric to get anything done. It's profitable, and given to 8 year olds, but lets not think about ethic at this point.

If 2fma were patented and profitable, adderall would die and swift and concrete death, the way of the mastodon.

Someone called it "perfecterall" which is adequate nomenclature. It doesn't get you hiigh if you use it orally, and makes dexamphetamine (I'm currently prescribed) look like a ruse for a rube.

That's all I've got to say about that.


Thou
 
the only of the flouro-amps i had was 4-fa and while i enjoyed it, it was absolutely not suited for working on.
i achieved moderately good things with dex the few times i had it (it's illegal in germany) and MPH worked sometimes too if i kept the dosages low. although i still produced some of my best writing on morphine.
 
Its a serotonin dump, that's why.

2fma doesn't do that. It's lively and lovely and way better than opiate derivatives. I assure you.
 
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