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Winning the War on Falsehood
“The War - on Falsehood - began with human sanity. Now, in our own time, we are inspecting a turning point in that War, a specific battle, involving one specific person, a place, and a time. We may go further back in time, to places, where math began, for one example, marking another battle won in this War, or we may look forward into an accurately measurable future. We may want to know better as to what our enemies are doing in time and place.”
Steve taught this lesson in history as well as anyone, if not better, and this student Josiah listened intently, as well. The lesson worked as a part of a process aiming to empower the student to fill the demand for Law Enforcement in Modern Times. That demand increased despite the events that became known as Liberty Day, after the War on Falsehood was won, and after the criminals were rooted out of the offices of False Government.
“The person of significance was named Henry Carl Hess, and Henry invented the hand held lie detector in his garage on Maple Avenue, in the city of West Orange, New Jersey, October 12, 2019.”
Josiah had developed the habit of writing notes on paper to aid the accumulation of productive information into a workable form. His brain was growing stronger with maturity, he was 12 years old, and writing on paper, or typing into keypads, even while the lesson was recorded onto his own LD, or Lie Detector, reinforced each lesson worth learning; at least according to the limited experiences Josiah had up to this point in time.
“The LD, as we all know it now, was then as controversial a device as had been the UDW, which we still use on occasion, as we all know to be the Universal Defensive Weapon now, but now, of course, was not then, and so we want to know about this specific turning event in our history.”
The third student in seniority, among this specific class, entered the room late as usual; not as late as number 1. The 1 senior student rarely showed up at all. While entering the room, all focus of attention, typically, at least among the male population, turned to Mary.
“Hi Mary.”
Mary is bright in every sense of the word, like competition with the Sun, or the moon, or any source, or reflection, of energy. Mary was not often pleased with such attention, and a conflict arose in her being, refusing to be subjected to the unwelcome attention, as well as refusing to do anything about it. Flashes of diverse emotions erupted as a result, having either a reaction of intolerance to the unwelcome attention, or complete exhaustion over failing to ignore it.
“Hi Mr. Andrews.”
“Hi Josiah.”
Mary goes straight from the apartment door into the kitchen with a bag of groceries, greetings spoke out ahead of her, not turning her head, not looking at the other two people.
“I’ve told her many times to call me Steve, but she won’t listen.”
Josiah nods and moves along the couch to see into the kitchen better, as Mary lists the items on the menu.
“Nothing for me” from Josiah.
“Tea” for Steve.
As Mary makes her way into the classroom, actually Steve’s apartment living room, she begins asking her questions while she sets down the cup of tea for Steve, before taking her seat, and before taking a sip of her own hot tea.
“Mr. Andrews, on the subject of power, or control, over individual actions, as you have stated, there being internal and external powers struggling, with a precise demarcation between the two, it occurred to me to ask, please, how is that discrimination measured more precisely?”
Josiah stares at Mary while she asks, while she sits, and then as if spectating tennis his attention turns to the professor of accurate answers to vital questions.
“In time and space.”
Josiah turns to Mary.
“Of course, in time and space.”
Attention turns back to Steve.
“That was not a question. We need an example.”
Back to Mary.
“Ok.”
Back to Steve.
“Ok.”
Steve interrupts as if pretending to be the referee calling out-of-bounds.
“I can offer an example.”
Steve responds immediately.
“You just did.”
Mary cuts in before taking a sip of tea, a sip of hot tea, steaming.
“Precisely measuring the accurate discrimination between self, or autonomous, control, and external control outside of the self…”
Steve adds.
“Precisely, in that example, or any example, in time and space…”
Steve takes a careful sip of tea.
The three sit silently for a time, then Steve returns to the lesson.
“Initially the device made its way as a consumer good, to be employed by shoppers seeking to avoid the “Used Car” and “Snake Oil” salesmen. The device accurately identified purchases and compared them competitively to many other similar purchases almost instantly.”
Again Mary fails to actually sip her tea, still steaming, as she asks another question.
“Then the obvious demand in politics?”
“Yes, of course.” Steve Andrews goes on, and on, with embellishments of tone, facial expression, and gesture.
“Upon realizing the remaining problems associated with crime prevention, the reason for this course of study, people aimed the weapon of mass destruction upon the source of mass destruction, the defensive weapon put the cross hairs of power on The Deceiver, and the defenders happily pulled the trigger; often.”
Bursting out of Steve’s apartment, leaving the door open for Mary, the least senior student, the child enforcer of law, armed and ready, leaped down the first flight of stairs, catching hold onto the old creaky railing, and with a few steps on the landing the boy leaped down the next set of stairs.
The lesson had lasted an eternity of nervous energy, confusion, and painful consuming of intense effort to understand the information flowing back and forth in a competition of ideas, where the boy was often rendered speechless.
Thoughts which were suppressed during the lesson were now running wild and roaming free in the boys mind as the distance between the apartment and the ETVS, or Electric Transit Vehicle Stop, narrowed down in a frantic run. Then waiting, as the ETV would not arrive for another 47 minutes, pacing.
Simulation time, on the LD, spoken like a name, el – dee, or Lie Detector, or Universal Defensive Weapon, u – dee. Sweat rolling into his eyes, heart still racing, legs ticking like a metal machine cooling as tension is relieved, parts fitting into new colder sizes, and the world around disappears until the end of the first round, in the game, in The World.
Josiah stands and leans against the building, still battling, then paces, then stands, then leans, and the battle is fierce. Fingers are flying along the touch pad, head down and eyes willing his being into the device that connects him to The World.
The boy wins again, the A.I., or Artificial Intelligence, moves into higher difficulty, and a reminder programmed into the game, the lesson, reminds the user to practice observation skills outside of The World. The new level loads from The World, the place once called the World Wide Web, it does so quickly, and it is ready. The boy pretends to be the defender he is, and wills himself to be, in demonstrable fact, all around him, in New York City, May 14, 2024.
Ecars flash by on the freshly resurfaced Avenue in Manhattan, Ocean, at the corner intersecting with Avenue Y, and then an old car from the Age of Oil, a British Racing Green Jaguar XKE, an old 12 cylinder, 2 seater, long hooded, sports car, with an older man, a tweed hat, sun glasses, the rag top down, rumbling by, and to Josiah the deep throaty sound was music, changing pitch as the distance closed and increased as it passed. It was beautiful music, tense, exciting, inspiring. The old man was lugging the engine, and Josiah willed the man to shift down, and he did, and the engine sang a higher note, a more exciting sound; the sound of a caged beast.
Does that man look suspicious?
More Ecars slipped by, cutting the air, humming.
Josiah eyed the Jaguar, and the man, and he decides to go on an impromptu mission, a real test, as the Jag slows, blinker flashing, for a right turn down Avenue X.
Josiah runs the other way, turning the corner immediately onto Y Avenue, racing down a parallel street, looking to catch the old man and get an accurate scanning.