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Let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream that you wanted to dream. And that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time. Or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fufill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say ‘Well, that was pretty great.’ But now let’s have a surprise. Let’s have a dream which isn’t under control. Where something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it’s going to be. And you would dig that and come out of that and say ‘Wow, that was a close shave, wasn’t it?’ And then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream. And finally, you would dream … where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today.

Kuskeel – Adventures of the Mysterious Stranger

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion. Welcome to “the mysterious stranger -An angel. -What’s your name? -Satan. -Uh-oh! -What’s the matter? -Nothing. Only, it’s sure a sorry name for an angel. Oh, wow! -Please, come in. -How did you learn to do that? -I didn’t learn it at all. It comes naturally to me like other curious things. Now we’ll give them life! I find you humans quite interesting, even though you are a worthless, greedy lot. How annoying that sound is. Fools! What fascinations there are on this planet. Strange mortals with curious customs. We’ll have a storm now and an earthquake, if you like. You must stand aside, out of danger.

Kuskeel – C17

Heartaches heartaches My loving you meant only heartaches Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me I can’t believe it’s just a burning memory. Heartaches, heartaches What does it matter how my heart breaks I should be happy with someone new But my heart aches for you. Welcome. Welcome, to City 17. You have chosen, or been chosen, to relocate to one of our finest remaining urban centers. I thought so much of City 17, that I elected to establish my administration, here, in the citadel, so thoughtfully provided by our benefactors. I am proud to call City 17 my home. And so, whether you are here to stay, or passing through to parts unknown, welcome, to City 17. It’s safer here. It has come to my attention that some have lately called me a collaborator, as if such a term were shameful. I ask you, what greater endeavor exists than that of collaboration? In our current unparalleled enterprise, refusal to collaborate is simply a refusal to grow, an insistence on suicide, if you will. Did the lungfish refuse to breathe air? It did not. It crept forth boldly while its brethren remained in the blackest ocean abyss, with lidless eyes forever staring at the dark, ignorant and doomed despite their eternal vigilance. Would we model ourselves on the trilobite? Are all the accomplishments of humanity fated to be nothing more than a layer of broken plastic shards thinly strewn across a fossil bed, sandwiched between the Burgess shale and an eon’s worth of mud? In order to be true to our nature, and our destiny, we must aspire to greater things. We have outgrown our cradle. It is futile to cry for mother’s milk, when our true sustenance awaits us among the stars. And only the universal union that small minds call ‘The Combine’ can carry us there. Therefore I say, yes, I am a collaborator. We must all collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we expect to reap the benefits of unification. And reap we shall.

Kuskeel – Heart To Heart

Time? Huumh, is it really that time again? It seems as if you’ve only just arrived. You’ve done a great deal in a small time span. You’ve done so well in fact that, I’ve received some interesting offers for your services. Ordinarilly I wouldn’t contemplate them, but these are extraordinary times, hmm? Rather than offer you the illusion of free choice, I’ve taken the liberty of choosing for you. If and when your time, comes ‘round again. I do apologize for what must seem an arbitrary imposition. I trust you’ll understand over the course of, well, I’m really not at liberty to say. In the mean time, this is where I get off.

Kuskeel – The Green Knight

Look, see a world that holds more wonders than any since the Earth was born. And of all who reigned o’er, none had renown like the boy who pulled sword from stone. But this is not that king, nor is this his song. Let me tell you instead a new tale. I’ll lay it down as I’ve heard it told. Its letters sent, its history pressed, of an adventure brave and bold. Forever set, in heart, in stone, like all great myths of old. Oh, Greatest Of Kings, indulge me in this friendly Christmas game. Let whichever of your knights is boldest of blood and wildest of heart step forth, take up arms, and try with honor to land a blow against me. Whomsoever nicks me shall lay claim to this, my arm. It’s glory and riches shall be thine. But thy champ must bind himself to this: Should he land a blow, then one year and Yuletide hence, he must seek me out yonder, to the Green Chapel six nights to the North. He shall find me there and bend the knee and let me strike him in return. Be it a scratch on the cheek or a cut on the throat, I will return what was given to me, and then in trust and friendship we shall part. Who, then, who is willing to engage with me?