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Right after I completed my Ph.D., I was lucky enough to be included with a group of scientists that was using it for the first time as a tool for ocean exploration.
We trained in a tank in Port Hueneme, and then my first open ocean dive was in Santa Barbara Channel.
It was an evening dive.
I went down to a depth of 880 feet and turned out the lights.
And the reason I turned out the lights is because I knew I would see this phenomenon of animals making light called bioluminescence.
But I was totally unprepared for how much there was and how spectacular it was.
I saw chains of jellyfish called siphonophores that were longer than this room, pumping out so much light that I could read the dials and gauges inside the suit without a flashlight; and puffs and billows of what looked like luminous blue smoke; and explosions of sparks that would swirl up out of the thrusters -- just like when you throw a log on a campfire and the embers swirl up off the campfire,
but these were icy, blue embers.
It was breathtaking.
Now, usually if people are familiar with bioluminescence at all, it's these guys; it's fireflies.
And there are a few other land-dwellers that can make light -- some insects, earthworms, fungi -- but in general, on land, it's really rare.
In the ocean, it's the rule rather than the exception.
virtually anywhere in the world, and I drag a net from 3,000 feet to the surface, most of the animals -- in fact, in many places, 80 to 90 percent make light.
This makes for some pretty spectacular light shows.
Now I want to share with you a little video that I shot from a submersible.
I first developed this technique working from a little single-person submersible called Deep Rover and then adapted it for use on the Johnson Sea-Link, which you see here.
So, mounted in front of the observation sphere, there's a a three-foot diameter hoop with a screen stretched across it.
And inside the sphere with me is an intensified camera that's about as sensitive as a fully dark-adapted human eye, albeit a little fuzzy.
So you turn on the camera, turn out the lights.
That sparkle you're seeing is not luminescence, that's just electronic noise on these super intensified cameras.
You don't see luminescence until the submersible begins to move forward through the water, but as it does, animals bumping into the screen are stimulated to bioluminesce.
Now, when I was first doing this, all I was trying to do was count the numbers of sources.
I knew my forward speed, I knew the area, and so I could figure out how many hundreds of sources there were per cubic meter.
But I started to realize that I could actually identify animals by the type of flashes they produced.
And so, here, in the Gulf of Maine at 740 feet, I can name pretty much everything you're seeing there to the species level.
Like those big explosions, sparks, are from a little comb jelly, and there's krill and other kinds of crustaceans, and jellyfish.
There was another one of those comb jellies.
And so I've worked with computer image analysis engineers to develop automatic recognition systems that can identify these animals and then extract the XYZ coordinate of the initial impact point.
And we can then do the kinds of things that ecologists do on land, and do nearest neighbor distances.
to see a light show like this.
You can actually see it in surface waters.
This is some shot, by Dr. Mike Latz at Scripps Institution, of a dolphin swimming through bioluminescent plankton.
And this isn't someplace exotic like one of the bioluminescent bays in Puerto Rico, this was actually shot in San Diego Harbor.
And sometimes you can see it even closer than that, because the heads on ships -- that's toilets, for any land lovers that are listening -- that often has bioluminescent plankton in it.
So, if you stagger into the head late at night and you're so toilet-hugging sick that you forget to turn on the light, you may think that you're having a religious experience. So, how does a living creature make light?
Well, that was the question that 19th century French physiologist Raphael Dubois, asked about this bioluminescent clam.
He ground it up and he managed to get out a couple of chemicals; one, the enzyme, he called luciferase; the substrate, he called luciferin after Lucifer the Lightbearer.
That terminology has stuck, but it doesn't actually refer to specific chemicals because these chemicals come in a lot of different shapes and forms.
In fact, most of the people studying bioluminescence today are focused on the chemistry, because these chemicals have proved so incredibly valuable for developing antibacterial agents, cancer fighting drugs, testing for the presence of life on Mars, detecting pollutants in our waters -- which is how we use it at ORCA.
In 2008, the Nobel Prize in Chemistry on a molecule called green fluorescent protein that was isolated from the bioluminescent chemistry of a jellyfish, and it's been equated to the invention of the microscope, in terms of the impact that it has had on cell biology and genetic engineering.
Another thing all these molecules are telling us that, apparently, bioluminescence has evolved at least 40 times, maybe as many as 50 separate times in evolutionary history, which is a clear indication of how spectacularly important this trait is for survival.
So, what is it about bioluminescence that's so important to so many animals?
Well, for animals that are trying to avoid predators by staying in the darkness, for the three basic things that animals have to do to survive: and that's find food, attract a mate and avoid being eaten.
So, for example, this fish has a built-in headlight behind its eye that it can use for finding food or attracting a mate.
And then when it's not using it, it actually can roll it down into its head just like the headlights on your Lamborghini.
This fish actually has high beams.
And this fish, which is one of my favorites, has three headlights on each side of its head.
Now, this one is blue, and that's the color of most bioluminescence in the ocean for the color that travels farthest through seawater in order to optimize communication.
So, most animals make blue light, and most animals can only see blue light, but this fish is a really fascinating exception because it has two red light organs.
And I have no idea why there's two, and that's something I want to solve some day -- but not only can it see blue light, but it can see red light.
So it uses its red bioluminescence like a sniper's scope to be able to sneak up on animals that are blind to red light and be able to see them without being seen.
It's also got a little chin barbel here with a blue luminescent lure on it that it can use to attract prey from a long way off.
And a lot of animals will use their bioluminescence as a lure.
This is another one of my favorite fish.
This is a viperfish, and it's got a lure on the end of a long fishing rod that it arches in front of the toothy jaw that gives the viperfish its name.
The teeth on this fish are so long that if they closed inside the mouth of the fish, it would actually impale its own brain.
So instead, it slides in grooves on the outside of the head.
This is a Christmas tree of a fish; everything on this fish lights up, it's not just that lure.
It's got a built-in flashlight.
It's got these jewel-like light organs on its belly that it uses for a type of camouflage that obliterates its shadow, so when it's swimming around and there's a predator looking up from below, it makes itself disappear.
It's got light organs in the mouth, it's got light organs in every single scale, in the fins, in a mucus layer on the back and the belly, all used for different things -- some of which we know about, some of which we don't.
And we know a little bit more about bioluminescence thanks to Pixar, and I'm very grateful to Pixar for sharing my favorite topic with so many people.
I do wish, with their budget, that they might have spent just a tiny bit more money to pay a consulting fee to some poor, starving graduate student, who could have told them that those are the eyes of a fish that's been preserved in formalin.
These are the eyes of a living anglerfish.
So, she's got a lure that she sticks out in front of this living mousetrap of needle-sharp teeth in order to attract in some unsuspecting prey.
And this one has a lure with all kinds of little interesting threads coming off it.
Now we used to think that the different shape of the lure was to attract different types of prey, but then stomach content analyses on these fish done by scientists, or more likely their graduate students, have revealed that they all eat pretty much the same thing.
So, now we believe that the different shape of the lure is how the male recognizes the female in the anglerfish world, because many of these males are what are known as dwarf males.
This little guy has no visible means of self-support.
He has no lure for attracting food and no teeth for eating it when it gets there.
His only hope for existence on this planet is as a gigolo. He's got to find himself a babe and then he's got to latch on for life.
So this little guy has found himself this babe, and you will note that he's had the good sense to attach himself in a way that he doesn't actually have to look at her.
But he still knows a good thing when he sees it, and so he seals the relationship with an eternal kiss.
His flesh fuses with her flesh, her bloodstream grows into his body, and he becomes nothing more than a little sperm sac.
Well, this is a deep-sea version of Women's Lib.
She always knows where he is, and she doesn't have to be monogamous, because some of these females come up with multiple males attached.
So they can use it for finding food, for attracting mates.
They use it a lot for defense, many different ways.
A lot of them can release their luciferin or luferase in the water just the way a squid or an octopus will release an ink cloud.
This shrimp is actually spewing light out of its mouth like a fire breathing dragon in order to blind or distract this viperfish so that the shrimp can swim away into the darkness.
And there are a lot of different animals that can do this: There's jellyfish, there's squid, there's a whole lot of different crustaceans, there's even fish that can do this.
This fish is called the shining tubeshoulder because it actually has a tube on its shoulder that can squirt out light.
And I was luck enough to capture one of these when we were on a trawling expedition off the northwest coast of Africa for "Blue Planet," for the deep portion of "Blue Planet."
And we were using a special trawling net that we were able to bring these animals up alive.
So we captured one of these, and I brought it into the lab.
So I'm holding it, and I'm about to touch that tube on its shoulder, and when I do, you'll see bioluminescence coming out.
But to me, what's shocking is not just the amount of light, but the fact that it's not just luciferin and luciferase.
For this fish, it's actually whole cells with nuclei and membranes.
It's energetically very costly for this fish to do this, and we have no idea why it does it -- another one of these great mysteries that needs to be solved.
Now, another form of defense is something called a burglar alarm -- same reason you have a burglar alarm on your car; the honking horn and flashing lights are meant to attract the attention of, hopefully, the police that will come and take the burglar away -- when an animal's caught in the clutches of a predator, its only hope for escape may be to attract the attention of something bigger and nastier
that will attack their attacker, thereby affording them a chance for escape.
This jellyfish, for example, has a spectacular bioluminescent display.
This is us chasing it in the submersible.
That's not luminescence, that's reflected light from the gonads.
We capture it in a very special device on the front of the submersible that allows us to bring it up in really pristine condition, bring it into the lab on the ship.
And then to generate the display you're about to see, all I did was touch it once per second on its nerve ring with a sharp pick that's sort of like the sharp tooth of a fish.
And once this display gets going, I'm not touching it anymore.
This is an unbelievable light show.
It's this pinwheel of light, and I've done calculations that show that this could be seen from as much as 300 feet away by a predator.
And I thought, "You know, that might actually make a pretty good lure."
Because one of the things that's frustrated me as a deep-sea explorer is how many animals there probably are in the ocean that we know nothing about because of the way we explore the ocean.
The primary way that we know about what lives in the ocean is we go out and drag nets behind ships.
And I defy you to name any other branch of science that still depends on hundreds of year-old technology.
The other primary way is we go down with submersibles and remote-operated vehicles.
I've made hundreds of dives in submersibles.
When I'm sitting in a submersible though, I know that I'm not unobtrusive at all -- I've got bright lights and noisy thrusters -- any animal with any sense is going to be long gone.
So, I've wanted for a long time to figure out a different way to explore.
And so, sometime ago, I got this idea for a camera system.
It's not exactly rocket science. We call this thing Eye-in-the-Sea.
And scientists have done this on land for years; we just use a color that the animals can't see and then a camera that can see that color.
You can't use infrared in the sea.
We use far-red light, but even that's a problem because it gets absorbed so quickly.
Made an intensified camera, wanted to make this electronic jellyfish.
Thing is, in science, you basically have to tell the funding agencies what you're going to discover before they'll give you the money.
And I didn't know what I was going to discover, so I couldn't get the funding for this.
So I kluged this together, I got the Harvey Mudd Engineering Clinic to actually do it as an undergraduate student project initially, and then I kluged funding from a whole bunch of different sources.
Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute gave me time with their ROV so that I could test it and we could figure out, you know, for example, which colors of red light we had to use so that we could see the animals, but they couldn't see us -- get the electronic jellyfish working.
And you can see just what a shoestring operation this really was, because we cast these 16 blue LEDs in epoxy and you can see in the epoxy mold that we used, the word Ziploc is still visible.
Needless to say, when it's kluged together like this, there were a lot of trials and tribulations getting this working.
But there came a moment when it all came together, and everything worked.
And, remarkably, that moment got caught on film by photographer Mark Richards, who happened to be there at the precise moment that we discovered that it all came together.
That's me on the left, my graduate student at the time, Erika Raymond, and Lee Fry, who was the engineer on the project.
And we have this photograph posted in our lab in a place of honor with the caption: "Engineer satisfying two women at once." And we were very, very happy.
that was kind of like an oasis on the bottom of the ocean that might be patrolled by large predators.
And so, the place that we took it to was this place called a Brine Pool, which is in the northern part of the Gulf of Mexico.
It's a magical place.
And I know this footage isn't going to look like anything to you -- we had a crummy camera at the time -- but I was ecstatic.
We're at the edge of the Brine Pool, there's a fish that's swimming towards the camera.
It's clearly undisturbed by us.
And I had my window into the deep sea.
I, for the first time, could see what animals were doing down there when we weren't down there disturbing them in some way. Four hours into the deployment, we had programmed the electronic jellyfish to come on for the first time.
Eighty-six seconds after it went into its pinwheel display, This is a squid, over six feet long, that is so new to science, it cannot be placed in any known scientific family.
I could not have asked for a better proof of concept.
And based on this, I went back to the National Science Foundation and said, "This is what we will discover."
And they gave me enough money to do it right, which has involved developing the world's first deep-sea webcam -- the Monterey Canyon for the past year -- and now, more recently, a modular form of this system, a much more mobile form that's a lot easier to launch and recover, that I hope can be used on Sylvia's "hope spots" to help explore and protect these areas, and, for me, learn more about
the bioluminescence in these "hope spots."
So one of these take-home messages here is, there is still a lot to explore in the oceans.
And Sylvia has said that we are destroying the oceans before we even know what's in them, and she's right.
So if you ever, ever get an opportunity to take a dive in a submersible, say yes -- a thousand times, yes -- and please turn out the lights.
I promise, you'll love it.
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æé£ãããããŸãã | Since we are such a visual species, it's hard for us to really understand this, so I'll use a mixture of figures and sounds and hope this can communicate it.
But let's also think, as a visual species, what it's like when we go snorkeling or diving and try to look underwater.
We really can't see very far.
Our vision, which works so well in air, all of a sudden is very restricted and claustrophobic.
And what marine mammals have evolved over the last tens of millions of years is ways to depend on sound to both explore their world and also to stay in touch with one another.
Dolphins and toothed whales use echolocation.
They can produce loud clicks and listen for echoes from the sea floor in order to orient.
They can listen for echoes from prey in order to decide where food is and to decide which one they want to eat.
All marine mammals use sound for communication to stay in touch.
So the large baleen whales will produce long, beautiful songs, which are used in reproductive advertisement for male and females, both to find one another and to select a mate.
And mother and young and closely bonded animals use calls to stay in touch with one another, so sound is really critical for their lives.
The first thing that got me interested in the sounds of these underwater animals, whose world was so foreign to me, was evidence from captive dolphins that captive dolphins could imitate human sounds.
And I mentioned I'll use some visual representations of sounds.
Here's the first example.
This is a plot of frequency against time -- sort of like musical notation, where the higher notes are up higher and the lower notes are lower, and time goes this way.
This is a picture of a trainer's whistle, a whistle a trainer will blow to tell a dolphin it's done the right thing and can come get a fish.
It sounds sort of like "tweeeeeet." Like that.
This is a calf in captivity of that trainer's whistle.
If you hummed this tune to your dog or cat and it hummed it back to you, you ought to be pretty surprised.
Very few nonhuman mammals can imitate sounds.
It's really important for our music and our language.
So it's a puzzle: The few other mammal groups that do this, why do they do it?
A lot of my career has been devoted to trying to understand how these animals use their learning, use the ability to change what you say based on what you hear in their own communication systems.
So let's start with calls of a nonhuman primate.
Many mammals have to produce contact calls when, say, a mother and calf are apart.
This is an example of a call produced by squirrel monkeys when they're isolated from another one.
And you can see, there's not much variability in these calls.
By contrast, the signature whistle which dolphins use to stay in touch, each individual here has a radically different call.
They can use this ability to learn calls in order to develop more complicated and more distinctive calls to identify individuals.
How about the setting in which animals need to use this call?
Well let's look at mothers and calves.
In normal life for mother and calf dolphin, they'll often drift apart or swim apart if Mom is chasing a fish, and when they separate they have to get back together again.
What this figure shows is the percentage of the separations in which dolphins whistle, against the maximum distance.
So when dolphins are separating by less than 20 meters, less than half the time they need to use whistles.
Most of the time they can just find each other just by swimming around.
But all of the time when they separate by more than 100 meters, they need to use these individually distinctive whistles to come back together again. Most of these distinctive signature whistles are quite stereotyped and stable through the life of a dolphin.
But there are some exceptions.
When a male dolphin leaves Mom, it will often join up with another male and form an alliance, which may last for decades.
As these two animals form a social bond, their distinctive whistles actually converge and become very similar.
This plot shows two members of a pair.
As you can see at the top here, they share an up-sweep, like "woop, woop, woop."
They both have that kind of up-sweep.
Whereas these members of a pair go "wo-ot, wo-ot, wo-ot."
And what's happened is they've used this learning process to develop a new sign that identifies this new social group.
It's a very interesting way that they can form a new identifier for the new social group that they've had.
Let's now take a step back and see what this message can tell us about protecting dolphins from human disturbance.
Anybody looking at this picture will know this dolphin is surrounded, and clearly his behavior is being disrupted.
This is a bad situation.
But it turns out that when just a single boat is approaching a group of dolphins at a couple hundred meters away, the dolphins will start whistling, they'll change what they're doing, they'll have a more cohesive group, wait for the boat to go by, and then they'll get back to normal business.
Well, in a place like Sarasota, Florida, that a boat is passing within a hundred meters of a dolphin group is six minutes.
So even in the situation that doesn't look as bad as this, it's still affecting the amount of time these animals have to do their normal work.
And if we look at a very pristine environment like western Australia, Lars Bider has done work comparing dolphin behavior and distribution before there were dolphin-watching boats.
When there was one boat, not much of an impact.
And two boats: When the second boat was added, what happened was that some of the dolphins left the area completely.
Of the ones that stayed, their reproductive rate declined.
So it could have a negative impact on the whole population.
When we think of marine-protected areas for animals like dolphins, this means that we have to be quite conscious about activities that we thought were benign.
We may need to regulate the intensity of recreational boating and actual whale watching in order to prevent these kinds of problems.
I'd also like to point out that sound doesn't obey boundaries.
So you can draw a line to try to protect an area, but chemical pollution and noise pollution will continue to move through the area.
And I'd like to switch now from this local, familiar, coastal environment to a much broader world of the baleen whales and the open ocean.
This is a kind of map we've all been looking at.
The world is mostly blue.
But I'd also like to point out that the oceans are much more connected than we think.
Notice how few barriers there are to movement across all of the oceans compared to land.
To me, the most mind-bending example of the interconnectedness of the ocean comes from an acoustic experiment where oceanographers took a ship to the southern Indian Ocean, deployed an underwater loudspeaker and played back a sound.
That same sound traveled to the west, and could be heard in Bermuda, and traveled to the east, and could be heard in Monterey -- the same sound.
So we live in a world of satellite communication, are used to global communication, but it's still amazing to me.
The ocean has properties that allow low-frequency sound to basically move globally.
The acoustic transit time for each of these paths is about three hours.
It's nearly halfway around the globe.
In the early '70s, Roger Payne and an ocean acoustician published a theoretical paper pointing out that it was possible that sound could transmit over these large areas, but very few biologists believed it.
It actually turns out, though, even though we've only known of long-range propagation for a few decades, the whales clearly have evolved, over tens of millions of years, a way to exploit this amazing property of the ocean.
So blue whales and fin whales produce very low-frequency sounds that can travel over very long ranges.
The top plot here shows a complicated series of calls that are repeated by males.
They form songs, and they appear to play a role in reproduction, sort of like that of song birds.
Down below here, we see calls made by both males and females that also carry over very long ranges.
The biologists continued to be skeptical of the long-range communication issue well past the '70s, until the end of the Cold War.
What happened was, during the Cold War, the U.S. Navy had a system that was secret at the time, that they used to track Russian submarines.
It had deep underwater microphones, or hydrophones, all wired back to a central place that could listen to sounds over the whole North Atlantic.
And after the Berlin Wall fell, the Navy made these systems available to see what they could hear.
This is a plot from Christopher Clark who tracked one individual blue whale as it passed by Bermuda, went down to the latitude of Miami and came back again.
It was tracked for 43 days, swimming 1,700 kilometers, or more than 1,000 miles.
This shows us both that the calls are detectable over hundreds of miles and that whales routinely swim hundreds of miles.
They're ocean-based and scale animals who are communicating over much longer ranges than we had anticipated. Unlike fins and blues, which disperse into the temperate and tropical oceans, the humpbacked whales congregate in local traditional breeding grounds, so they can make a sound that's a little higher in frequency, broader-band and more complicated.
So you're listening to the complicated song produced by humpbacks here.
Humpbacks, when they develop the ability to sing this song, they're listening to other whales and modifying what they sing based on what they're hearing, just like song birds or the dolphin whistles I described.
This means that humpback song just like music for humans would be.
I think one of the most interesting examples of this comes from Australia.
Biologists on the east coast of Australia were recording the songs of humpbacks in that area.
And this orange line here marks the typical songs of east coast humpbacks.
In '95 they all sang the normal song.
But in '96 they heard a few weird songs, and it turned out that these strange songs were typical of west coast whales.
The west coast calls became more and more popular, until by 1998, none of the whales sang the east coast song; it was completely gone.
They just sang the cool new west coast song.
It's as if some new hit style had completely wiped out the old-fashioned style before, and with no golden oldies stations.
Nobody sang the old ones.
I'd like to briefly just show what the ocean does to these calls.
Now you are listening to a recording made by Chris Clark, 0.2 miles away from a humpback.
You can hear the full frequency range. It's quite loud.
You sound very nearby.
The next recording you're going to hear was made of the same humpback song 50 miles away.
That's shown down here.
You only hear the low frequencies.
as the sound travels over long-range in the ocean and is not quite as loud.
Now after I play back these humpback calls, I'll play blue whale calls, but they have to be sped up because they're so low in frequency that you wouldn't be able to hear it otherwise.
Here's a blue whale call at 50 miles, which was distant for the humpback.
It's loud, clear -- you can hear it very clearly.
Here's the same call recorded from a hydrophone 500 miles away.
There's a lot of noise, which is mostly other whales.
But you can still hear that faint call.
Let's now switch and think about a potential for human impacts.
The most dominant sound that humans put into the ocean comes from shipping.
This is the sound of a ship, and I'm having to talk a little louder to talk over it.
Imagine that whale listening from 500 miles.
There's a potential problem that maybe this kind of shipping noise would prevent whales from being able to hear each other.
Now this is something that's been known for quite a while.
This is a figure from a textbook on underwater sound.
And on the y-axis is the loudness of average ambient noise in the deep ocean by frequency.
In the low frequencies, this line indicates sound that comes from seismic activity of the earth.
Up high, these variable lines indicate increasing noise in this frequency range from higher wind and wave.
But right in the middle here where there's a sweet spot, the noise is dominated by human ships.
Now think about it. This is an amazing thing: That in this frequency range where whales communicate, the main source globally, on our planet, for the noise comes from human ships, thousands of human ships, distant, far away, just all aggregating.
The next slide will show what the impact this may have on the range at which whales can communicate.
So here we have the loudness of a call at the whale.
And as we get farther away, the sound gets fainter and fainter.
Now in the pre-industrial ocean, as we were mentioning, this whale call could be easily detected.
It's louder than noise Let's now take that additional increase in noise that we saw comes from shipping.
All of a sudden, the effective range of communication goes from a thousand kilometers to 10 kilometers.
Now if this signal is used for males and females to find each other for mating and they're dispersed, imagine the impact this could have on the recovery of endangered populations.
Whales also have contact calls like I described for the dolphins.
I'll play the sound of a contact call used And this is the kind of call that is used by, say, right whale mothers and calves as they separate to come back again.
Now imagine -- let's put the ship noise in the picture.
What's a mother to do if the ship comes by and her calf isn't there?
I'll describe a couple strategies.
One strategy is if your call's down here, and the noise is in this band, you could shift the frequency of your call out of the noise band and communicate better.
Susan Parks of Penn State has actually studied this.
She's looked in the Atlantic. Here's data from the South Atlantic.
Here's a typical South Atlantic contact call from the '70s.
Look what happened by 2000 to the average call.
Same thing in the North Atlantic, in the '50s versus 2000.
Over the last 50 years, as we've put more noise into the oceans, these whales have had to shift.
It's as if the whole population had to shift from being basses to singing as a tenor.
It's an amazing shift, induced by humans over this large scale, in both time and space.
And we now know that whales can compensate for noise by calling louder, like I did when that ship was playing, by waiting for silence and by shifting their call out of the noise band.
Now there's probably costs to calling louder or shifting the frequency away from where you want to be, and there's probably lost opportunities.
If we also have to wait for silence, they may miss a critical opportunity to communicate.
So we have to be very concerned about when the noise in habitats that the animals either have to pay too much to be able to communicate, or are not able to perform critical functions.
It's a really important problem.
And I'm happy to say that there are several very promising developments in this area, looking at the impact of shipping on whales.
In terms of the shipping noise, the International Maritime Organization of the United Nations has formed a group whose job is to establish guidelines for quieting ships, to tell the industry how you could quiet ships.
And they've already found that by being more intelligent about better propeller design, you can reduce that noise by 90 percent.
If you actually insulate and isolate the machinery of the ship from the hull, you can reduce that noise by 99 percent.
So at this point, it's primarily an issue of cost and standards.
If this group can establish standards, and if the shipbuilding industry adopts them for building new ships, we can now see a gradual decline in this potential problem.
But there's also another problem from ships that I'm illustrating here, and that's the problem of collision.
This is a whale that just squeaked by a rapidly moving container ship and avoided collision.
But collision is a serious problem.
Endangered whales are killed every year by ship collision, and it's very important to try to reduce this.
I'll discuss two very promising approaches.
The first case comes from the Bay of Fundy.
These black lines mark shipping lanes in and out of the Bay of Fundy.
The colorized area shows the risk of collision for endangered right whales because of the ships moving in this lane.
It turns out that this lane here goes right through a major feeding area of right whales in the summer time, and it makes an area of a significant risk of collision.
Well, biologists went to the International Maritime Organization and petitioned them to say, "Can't you move that lane? Those are just lines on the ground.
Can't you move them over to a place where there's less of a risk?"
And the International Maritime Organization responded very strongly, "These are the new lanes."
The shipping lanes have been moved.
And as you can see, the risk of collision is much lower.
So it's very promising, actually.
of different ways to reduce these risks.
Another action which was just taken independently by a shipping company itself was initiated because of concerns the shipping company had about greenhouse gas emissions with global warming.
The Maersk Line looked at their competition and saw that everybody who is in shipping thinks time is money.
They rush as fast as they can to get to their port.
But then they often wait there.
What Maersk did is they worked ways to slow down.
They could slow down by about 50 percent.
This reduced their fuel consumption by about 30 percent, which saved them money, and at the same time, it had a significant benefit for whales.
It you slow down, you reduce the amount of noise you make and you reduce the risk of collision.
So to conclude, I'd just like to point out, you know, the whales live in an amazing acoustic environment.
They've evolved over tens of millions of years to take advantage of this.
And we need to be very attentive and vigilant to thinking about where things that we do may unintentionally prevent them from being able to achieve their important activities.
At the same time, we need to be really creative in thinking of solutions to be able to help reduce these problems.
I hope these examples have shown some of the different directions we can take in addition to protected areas to be able to keep the ocean safe for whales to be able to continue to communicate.
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Nadia Al-Sakkaf: Well, I'm glad to be here.
And I would like to share with you all some of the pictures that are happening today in Yemen.
This picture shows a revolution started by women, and it shows women and men leading a mixed protest.
The other picture is the popularity of the real need for change.
So many people are there.
The intensity of the upspring.
This picture shows that the revolution has allowed opportunities for training, for education.
These women are learning about first aid and their rights according to the constitution.
I love this picture.
I just wanted to show that over 60 percent of the Yemeni population are 15 years and below.
And they were excluded from decision-making, and now they are in the forefront of the news, raising the flag.
English -- you will see, this is jeans and tights, and an English expression -- the ability to share with the world what is going on in our own country.
And expression also, it has brought talents.
Yemenis are using cartoons and art, paintings, comics, to tell the world and each other about what's going on.
Obviously, there's always the dark side of it.
And this is just one of the less-gruesome pictures of the revolution and the cost that we have to pay.
The solidarity of millions of Yemenis across the country just demanding the one thing.
And finally, lots of people are saying that Yemen's revolution is going to break the country.
Is it going to be so many different countries?
Is it going to be another Somalia?
But we want to tell the world that, no, under the one flag, we'll still remain as Yemeni people.
PM: Thank you for those images, Nadia.
And they do, in many ways, tell a different story than the story of Yemen, the one that is often in the news.
And yet, you yourself defy all those characterizations.
So let's talk about the personal story for a moment.
Your father is murdered.
The Yemen Times already has a strong reputation in Yemen as an independent English language newspaper.
How did you then make the decision and assume the responsibilities of running a newspaper, especially in such times of conflict?
NA: Well, let me first warn you that I'm not the traditional Yemeni girl.
I've guessed you've already noticed this by now.
In Yemen, most women are veiled and they are sitting behind doors and not very much part of the public life.
But there's so much potential.
I wish I could show you my Yemen.
I wish you could see Yemen through my eyes.
Then you would know that there's so much to it.
And I was privileged because I was born into a family, my father would always encourage the boys and the girls.
He would say we are equal.
And he was such an extraordinary man.
And even my mother -- I owe it to my family.
A story: I studied in India.
And in my third year, I started becoming confused because I was Yemeni, with a lot of my friends in college.
And I went back home and I said, "Daddy, I don't know who I am.
I'm not a Yemeni; I'm not an Indian."
And he said, "You are the bridge."
And that is something I will keep in my heart forever.
So since then I've been the bridge, and a lot of people have walked over me.
PM: I don't think so. NA: But it just helps tell that some people are change agents in the society.
And when I became editor-in-chief after my brother actually -- my father passed away in 1999, and then my brother until 2005 -- and everybody was betting that I will not be able to do it.
"What's this young girl coming in and showing off because it's her family business," or something.
It was very hard at first.
I didn't want to clash with people.
But with all due respect to all the men, and the older men especially, they did not want me around.
It was very hard, you know, to impose my authority.
But a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do.
And in the first year, I had to fire half of the men.
Brought in more women.
Brought in younger men.
And we have a more gender-balanced newsroom today.
The other thing is that it's about professionalism.
It's about proving who you are and what you can do.
And I don't know if I'm going to be boasting now, but in 2006 alone, we won three international awards.
One of them is the IPI Free Media Pioneer Award.
So that was the answer to all the Yemeni people.
And I want to score a point here, because my husband is in the room over there.
If you could please stand up, [unclear].
He has been very supportive of me.
PM: And we should point out that he works with you as well at the paper.
But in assuming this responsibility you have become a bridge between an older and traditional society and the one that you are now creating at the paper.
And so along with changing who worked there, you must have come up against another positioning that we always run into, in particular with women, and it has to do with outside image, dress, the veiled woman.
So how have you dealt with this on a personal level as well as the women who worked for you?
NA: As you know, the image of a lot of Yemeni women is a lot of black and covered, veiled women.
And this is true.
And a lot of it is because women are not able, are not free, to show their face to their self.
It's a lot of traditional imposing coming by authority figures such as the men, the grandparents and so on.
And it's economic empowerment and the ability for a woman to say, "I am as much contributing to this family, or more, than you are."
And the more empowered the women become, the more they are able to remove the veil, for example, or to drive their own car or to have a job or to be able to travel.
So the other face of Yemen is actually one that lies behind the veil, and it's economic empowerment mostly that allows the woman to just uncover it.
And I have done this throughout my work.
I've tried to encourage young girls.
We started with, you can take it off in the office.
And then after that, you can take it off on assignments.
Because I didn't believe a journalist can be a journalist with -- how can you talk to people if you have your face covered? -- and so on; it's just a movement.
And I am a role model in Yemen.
A lot of people look up to me.
A lot of young girls look up to me.
And I need to prove to them that, yes, you can still be married, you can still be a mother, and you can still be respected within the society, but at the same time, that doesn't mean you [should] just be one of the crowd.
You can be yourself and have your face.
PM: But by putting yourself personally out there -- both projecting a different image of Yemeni women, but also what you have made possible for the women who work at the paper -- has this put you in personal danger?
NA: Well the Yemen Times, across 20 years, has been through so much.
We've suffered prosecution; the paper was closed down more than three times.
It's an independent newspaper, but tell that to the people in charge.
They think that if there's anything against them, then we are being an opposition newspaper.
And very, very difficult times.
Some of my reporters were arrested.
We had some court cases.
My father was assassinated.
Today, we are in a much better situation.
We've created the credibility.
And in times of revolution or change like today, it is very important for independent media to have a voice.
It's very important for you to go to YemenTimes.com, and it's very important to listen to our voice.
And this is probably something I'm going to share with you in Western media probably -- and how there's a lot of stereotypes -- thinking of Yemen in one single frame: this is what Yemen is all about.
And that's not fair.
It's not fair for me; it's not fair for my country.
A lot of reporters come to Yemen and they want to write a story on Al-Qaeda or terrorism.
And I just wanted to share with you: there's one reporter that came.
He wanted to do a documentary on what his editors wanted.
And he ended up writing about a story that even surprised me -- hip hop -- that there are young Yemeni men who express themselves through dancing and puchu puchu.
That thing. Yeah, break dancing.
I'm not so old.
I'm just not in touch.
PM: Yes, you are.
Actually, that's a documentary that's available online; the video's online.
NA: ShaketheDust.org.
PM: "Shake the Dust." PM: ShaketheDust.org.
And it definitely does give a different image of Yemen.
You spoke about the responsibility of the press.
And certainly, when we look at the ways in which we have separated ourselves from others often from lack of knowledge, lack of real understanding, how do you see the way that the Western press in particular but in particular, in your country?
NA: Well there is a saying that says, "You fear what you don't know, and you hate what you fear."
So it's about the lack of research, basically.
It's almost, "Do your homework," -- some involvement.
And you cannot do parachute reporting -- just jump into a country for two days and think that you've done your homework and a story.
So I wish that the world would know my Yemen, my country, my people.
I am an example, and there are others like me.
We may not be that many, as a good, positive example, there will be others -- men and women -- who can eventually bridge the gap -- again, coming to the bridge -- between Yemen and the world and telling first about recognition and then about communication and compassion.
I think Yemen is going to be in a very bad situation in the next two or three years.
It's natural.
But after the two years, which is a price we are willing to pay, we are going to stand up again on our feet, but in the new Yemen with a younger and more empowered people -- democratic.
PM: Nadia, I think you've just given us a very different view of Yemen.
And certainly you yourself and what you do have given us a view of the future that we will embrace and be grateful for.
And the very best of luck to you.
YemenTimes.com.
NA: On Twitter also.
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âä»ã§ã¯ äžå¯èœãªããšã ããããªãããšã å®çŸã§ãã â ãžã§ã«ãžã¥ã»ã¡ãªãšã¹â âä»ã§ã¯ äžå¯èœãªããšã ããããªãããšã å®çŸã§ãã â ãžã§ã«ãžã¥ã»ã¡ãªãšã¹â ããããšãããããŸã | Now movies proved to be the ultimate medium for magic.
With complete control of everything the audience can see, moviemakers had developed an arsenal of techniques to further their deceptions.
Motion pictures are themselves an illusion of life, produced by the sequential projection of still frames, and they astonished the LumiÚre brothers' early audiences.
Even today's sophisticated moviegoers still lose themselves to the screen, and filmmakers leverage this separation from reality to great effect.
Now imaginative people have been having fun with this for over 400 years.
Giambattista della Porta, a Neapolitan scholar in the 16th century, examined and studied the natural world and saw how it could be manipulated.
Playing with the world, and our perception of it, really is the essence of visual effects.
with the Science and Technology Council of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences reveals some truth behind the trickery.
Visual effects are based on the principles of all illusions: assumption, things are as we know them; presumption, things will behave as we expect; and context in reality, our knowledge of the world as we know it, such as scale.
Now a fourth factor really becomes an obsession, which is, never betray the illusion.
And that last point has made visual effects a constant quest for perfection.
So from the hand-cranked jump cut early days of cinema to last Sunday's Oscar winner, what follows are some steps and a few repeats in the evolution of visual effects.
I hope you will enjoy.
Isabelle: "The filmmaker Georges MéliÚs was one of the first to realize that films had the power to capture dreams."
["'A Trip to the Moon' "] ["2011 Restoration of the Original Hand-Tinted Color"] ["'2001: A Space Odyssey' "] ["Academy Award Winner for Visual Effects"] ["'Avatar' "] First doctor: How are you feeling, Jake?
Jake: Hey guys.
["Academy Award Winner for Visual Effects"] Second doctor: Welcome to your new body, Jake.First doctor: Good.
Second doctor: We're gonna take this nice and easy, Jake.First doctor: Well, do you want to sit up? That's fine.
Second doctor: And good, just take it nice and slow, Jake.
Well, no truncal ataxia, that's good.First doctor: You feeling light-headed or dizzy at all?
Oh, you're wiggling your toes.
["'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' "] Alice: What's happening to me?
["'Alice in Wonderland' "] ["Academy Award Nominee for Visual Effects"] ["'The Lost World' "] ["Stop Motion Animation"] ["'Jurassic Park' "] [Dinosaur roars] ["CG Animation"] ["Academy Award Winner for Visual Effects"] ["'The Smurfs' "] ["Autodesk Maya Software - Key Frame Animation"] ["'Rise of the Planet of the Apes' "] Chimpanzee: No! ["Academy Award Nominee for Visual Effects"] ["'Metropolis' "] ["'Blade Runner' "] ["Academy Award Nominee for Visual Effects"] ["'The Rains Came' "] Rama Safti: Well, it's all over.
Maharaja: Nothing to worry about, not a thing.
['Academy Award for Special Effects - "] ["'2012' "]Governor: It seems to me that the worst is over.
["CG Destruction"] ["'Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King' "] ["Massive Software - Crowd Generation"] ["Academy Award Winner for Visual Effects"] ["'Ben Hur: A Tale of the Christ' "] ["Miniatures and Puppets Bring the Crowd to Life"] ["'Gladiator' "] ["CG Coliseum and Digital Crowds"] ["Academy Award Winner for Visual Effects"] ["'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2' "] ["Academy Award Nominee for Visual Effects"] ["Produced in conjunction with the Academy's Science and Technology Council."]
["'It is today possible to realize the most impossible and improbable things.' â Georges MéliÚs"] Don Levy: Thank you. | {
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ããããšã | That's what I do in life -- telling stories, writing novels -- and today I would like to tell you a few stories about the art of storytelling and also some supernatural creatures called the djinni.
But before I go there, please allow me to share with you glimpses of my personal story.
I will do so with the help of words, of course, but also a geometrical shape, the circle, so throughout my talk, you will come across several circles.
I was born in Strasbourg, France to Turkish parents.
Shortly after, my parents got separated, and I came to Turkey with my mom.
From then on, I was raised as a single child by a single mother.
Now in the early 1970s, in Ankara, that was a bit unusual.
Our neighborhood was full of large families, where fathers were the heads of households, so I grew up seeing my mother as a divorcee in a patriarchal environment.
In fact, I grew up observing two different kinds of womanhood.
On the one hand was my mother, a well-educated, secular, modern, westernized, Turkish woman.
On the other hand was my grandmother, who also took care of me and was more spiritual, less educated and definitely less rational.
This was a woman who read coffee grounds to see the future and melted lead into mysterious shapes to fend off the evil eye.
Many people visited my grandmother, people with severe acne on their faces or warts on their hands.
Each time, my grandmother would utter some words in Arabic, take a red apple and stab it with as many rose thorns as the number of warts she wanted to remove.
encircle these thorns with dark ink.
A week later, the patient would come back for a follow-up examination.
Now, I'm aware that I should not be saying such things in front of an audience of scholars and scientists, but the truth is, of all the people who visited my grandmother for their skin conditions, I did not see anyone go back I asked her how she did this. Was it the power of praying?
In response she said, "Yes, praying is effective, but also beware of the power of circles."
From her, I learned, amongst many other things, one very precious lesson -- that if you want to destroy something in this life, be it an acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls.
It will dry up inside.
Now we all live in some kind of a social and cultural circle.
We all do.
We're born into a certain family, nation, class.
with the worlds beyond the one we take for granted, then we too run the risk of drying up inside.
Our imagination might shrink; our hearts might dwindle, and our humanness might wither if we stay for too long inside our cultural cocoons.
Our friends, neighbors, colleagues, family -- if all the people in our inner circle resemble us, it means we are surrounded with our mirror image.
Now one other thing women like my grandma do in Turkey is to cover mirrors with velvet or to hang them on the walls with their backs facing out.
It's an old Eastern tradition based on the knowledge that it's not healthy for a human being to spend too much time staring at his own reflection.
Ironically, [living in] communities of the like-minded is one of the greatest dangers of today's globalized world.
And it's happening everywhere, among liberals and conservatives, agnostics and believers, the rich and the poor, East and West alike.
We tend to form clusters based on similarity, and then we produce stereotypes about other clusters of people.
In my opinion, one way of transcending these cultural ghettos is through the art of storytelling.
Stories cannot demolish frontiers, but they can punch holes in our mental walls.
And through those holes, we can get a glimpse of the other, and sometimes even like what we see.
I started writing fiction at the age of eight.
My mother came home one day with a turquoise notebook and asked me if I'd be interested in keeping a personal journal.
In retrospect, I think she was slightly worried about my sanity.
I was constantly telling stories at home, which was good, I was an introverted child, to the point of communicating with colored crayons and apologizing to objects when I bumped into them, so my mother thought it might do me good to write down my day-to-day experiences and emotions.
What she didn't know was that I thought my life was terribly boring, and the last thing I wanted to do was to write about myself.
Instead, I began to write about people other than me and things that never really happened.
And thus began my life-long passion for writing fiction.
So from the very beginning, fiction for me was less of an autobiographical manifestation than a transcendental journey into other lives, other possibilities.
And please bear with me: I'll draw a circle and come back to this point.
Now one other thing happened around this same time.
My mother became a diplomat.
middle-class neighborhood of my grandmother, I was zoomed into this posh, international school [in Madrid], where I was the only Turk.
It was here that I had my first encounter with what I call the "representative foreigner."
In our classroom, there were children from all nationalities, yet this diversity did not necessarily lead to a cosmopolitan, egalitarian classroom democracy.
Instead, it generated an atmosphere in which each child was seen -- not as an individual on his own, but as the representative of something larger.
We were like a miniature United Nations, which was fun, except whenever something negative, with regards to a nation or a religion, took place.
The child who represented it was mocked, ridiculed and bullied endlessly.
And I should know, because during the time I attended that school, a military takeover happened in my country, a gunman of my nationality nearly killed the Pope, and Turkey got zero points in [the] Eurovision Song Contest.
I skipped school often and dreamed of becoming a sailor during those days.
I also had my first taste of cultural stereotypes there.
The other children asked me about the movie "Midnight Express," which I had not seen; they inquired how many cigarettes a day I smoked, because they thought all Turks were heavy smokers, I would start covering my hair.
the three main stereotypes about my country: politics, cigarettes and the veil.
After Spain, we went to Jordan, Germany and Ankara again.
Everywhere I went, I felt like my imagination was the only suitcase I could take with me.
Stories gave me a sense of center, continuity and coherence, the three big Cs that I otherwise lacked.
In my mid-twenties, I moved to Istanbul, the city I adore.
I lived in a very vibrant, diverse neighborhood where I wrote several of my novels.
I was in Istanbul when the earthquake hit in 1999.
When I ran out of the building at three in the morning, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks.
There was the local grocer there -- a grumpy, old man who didn't sell alcohol and didn't speak to marginals.
He was sitting next to a transvestite with a long black wig and mascara running down her cheeks.
with trembling hands and offer one to her, and that is the image of the night of the earthquake in my mind today -- a conservative grocer and a crying transvestite smoking together on the sidewalk.
In the face of death and destruction, our mundane differences evaporated, and we all became one even if for a few hours.
But I've always believed that stories, too, have a similar effect on us.
I'm not saying that fiction has the magnitude of an earthquake, but when we are reading a good novel, we leave our small, cozy apartments behind, go out into the night alone and start getting to know people we had never met before and perhaps had even been biased against.
Shortly after, I went to a women's college in Boston, then Michigan.
I experienced this, not so much as a geographical shift, as a linguistic one.
I started writing fiction in English.
I'm not an immigrant, refugee or exile -- they ask me why I do this -- but the commute between languages gives me the chance to recreate myself.
I love writing in Turkish, which to me is very poetic and very emotional, and I love writing in English, which to me is very mathematical and cerebral.
So I feel connected to each language in a different way.
For me, like millions of other people around the world today, English is an acquired language.
When you're a latecomer to a language, what happens is you live there with a continuous and perpetual frustration.
As latecomers, we always want to say more, you know, crack better jokes, say better things, but we end up saying less because there's a gap between the mind and the tongue.
And that gap is very intimidating.
But if we manage not to be frightened by it, it's also stimulating.
And this is what I discovered in Boston -- that frustration was very stimulating.
At this stage, my grandmother, who had been watching the course of my life with increasing anxiety, started to include in her daily prayers that I urgently get married so that I could settle down once and for all.
And because God loves her, I did get married.
But instead of settling down, I went to Arizona.
And since my husband is in Istanbul, I started commuting between Arizona and Istanbul -- the two places on the surface of earth that couldn't be more different.
I guess one part of me has always been a nomad, physically and spiritually.
Stories accompany me, keeping my pieces and memories together, like an existential glue.
Yet as much as I love stories, recently, I've also begun to think if and when a story is seen as more than a story.
And this is a subject that I would love to think about together.
When my first novel written in English came out in America, I heard an interesting remark from a literary critic.
"I liked your book," he said, "but I wish you had written it differently."
I asked him what he meant by that.
He said, "Well, look at it. There's so many Spanish, American, Hispanic characters in it, but there's only one Turkish character and it's a man."
Now the novel took place on a university campus in Boston, so to me, it was normal that there be more international characters in it than Turkish characters, but I understood what my critic was looking for.
And I also understood that I would keep disappointing him.
He wanted to see the manifestation of my identity.
He was looking for a Turkish woman in the book because I happened to be one.
We often talk about how stories change the world, but we should also see how the world of identity politics affects the way stories are being circulated, read and reviewed.
Many authors feel this pressure, but non-Western authors feel it more heavily.
If you're a woman writer from the Muslim world, like me, then you are expected to write the stories of Muslim women and, preferably, the unhappy stories of unhappy Muslim women.
You're expected to write informative, poignant and characteristic stories and leave the experimental and avant-garde to your Western colleagues.
What I experienced as a child in that school in Madrid is happening in the literary world today.
Writers are not seen as creative individuals on their own, but as the representatives of their respective cultures: a few authors from China, a few from Turkey, a few from Nigeria.
We're all thought to have something very distinctive, if not peculiar.
The writer and commuter James Baldwin gave an interview in 1984 in which he was repeatedly asked about his homosexuality.
When the interviewer tried to pigeonhole him as a gay writer, Baldwin stopped and said, "But don't you see? There's nothing in me that is not in everybody else, and nothing in everybody else that is not in me."
When identity politics tries to put labels on us, it is our freedom of imagination that is in danger.
There's a fuzzy category called multicultural literature in which all authors from outside the Western world are lumped together.
I never forget my first multicultural reading, We were three writers, one from the Philippines, one Turkish and one Indonesian -- like a joke, you know.
And the reason why we were brought together was not because we shared an artistic style or a literary taste.
It was only because of our passports.
Multicultural writers are expected to tell real stories, not so much the imaginary.
A function is attributed to fiction.
In this way, not only the writers themselves, but also their fictional characters become the representatives of something larger.
But I must quickly add that this tendency to see a story as more than a story does not solely come from the West.
It comes from everywhere.
And I experienced this firsthand when I was put on trial in 2005 for the words my fictional characters uttered in a novel.
I had intended to write about an Armenian and a Turkish family through the eyes of women.
My micro story became a macro issue when I was prosecuted.
Some people criticized, others praised me for writing about the Turkish-Armenian conflict.
But there were times when I wanted to remind both sides that this was fiction.
It was just a story.
And when I say, "just a story," I'm not trying to belittle my work.
I want to love and celebrate fiction for what it is, not as a means to an end.
Writers are entitled to their political opinions, and there are good political novels out there, but the language of fiction is not the language of daily politics.
Chekhov said, "The solution to a problem and the correct way of posing the question are two completely separate things.
And only the latter is an artist's responsibility."
Identity politics divides us. Fiction connects.
One is interested in sweeping generalizations.
The other, in nuances.
One draws boundaries.
The other recognizes no frontiers.
Identity politics is made of solid bricks.
Fiction is flowing water.
In the Ottoman times, there were itinerant storytellers called "meddah."
They would go to coffee houses, often improvising.
With each new person in the story, the meddah would change his voice, impersonating that character.
Everybody could go and listen, you know -- ordinary people, even the sultan, Muslims and non-Muslims.
Stories cut across all boundaries, like "The Tales of Nasreddin Hodja," which were very popular throughout the Middle East, North Africa, the Balkans and Asia.
Today, stories continue to transcend borders.
When Palestinian and Israeli politicians talk, they usually don't listen to each other, but a Palestinian reader still reads a novel by a Jewish author, and vice versa, connecting and empathizing with the narrator.
Literature has to take us beyond.
If it cannot take us there, it is not good literature.
Books have saved the introverted, timid child that I was -- that I once was.
But I'm also aware of the danger of fetishizing them.
When the poet and mystic, Rumi, met his spiritual companion, Shams of Tabriz, one of the first things the latter did was to toss Rumi's books into water and watch the letters dissolve.
The Sufis say, "Knowledge that takes you not beyond yourself is far worse than ignorance."
The problem with today's cultural ghettos is not lack of knowledge -- we know a lot about each other, or so we think -- but knowledge that takes us not beyond ourselves: it makes us elitist, distant and disconnected.
There's a metaphor which I love: living like a drawing compass.
As you know, one leg of the compass is static, rooted in a place.
Meanwhile, the other leg draws a wide circle, constantly moving.
Like that, my fiction as well.
One part of it is rooted in Istanbul, with strong Turkish roots, but the other part travels the world, connecting to different cultures.
In that sense, I like to think of my fiction as both local and universal, both from here and everywhere.
Now those of you who have been to Istanbul have probably seen Topkapi Palace, which was the residence of Ottoman sultans for more than 400 years.
In the palace, just outside the quarters of the favorite concubines, there's an area called The Gathering Place of the Djinn.
It's between buildings.
I'm intrigued by this concept.
We usually distrust those areas that fall in between things.
We see them as the domain of supernatural creatures like the djinn, who are made of smokeless fire and are the symbol of elusiveness.
But my point is perhaps that elusive space is what writers and artists need most.
When I write fiction I cherish elusiveness and changeability.
I like not knowing what will happen 10 pages later.
I like it when my characters surprise me.
I might write about a Muslim woman in one novel, and perhaps it will be a very happy story, and in my next book, I might write about a handsome, gay professor in Norway.
As long as it comes from our hearts, we can write about anything and everything.
Audre Lorde once said, "The white fathers taught us to say, 'I think, therefore I am.'" She suggested, "I feel, therefore I am free."
I think it was a wonderful paradigm shift.
And yet, why is it that, in creative writing courses today, the very first thing we teach students is "write what you know"?
Perhaps that's not the right way to start at all.
Imaginative literature is not necessarily about writing who we are or what we know or what our identity is about.
We should teach young people and ourselves to expand our hearts and write what we can feel.
We should get out of our cultural ghetto and go visit the next one and the next.
In the end, stories move like whirling dervishes, regardless of identity politics, and that is the good news.
And I would like to finish with an old Sufi poem: "Come, let us be friends for once; let us make life easy on us; let us be lovers and loved ones; the earth shall be left to no one."
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And if you've ever been in a meeting where you play sort of meeting "chicken," you're sitting there, looking at the person, waiting for them to look away, and then quickly checking the device.
Although you can see the gentleman up on the right is busting him.
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OK, the gentleman on the left is saying, "Screw you, I'm going to check my device."
But the guy, here, on the right, he's doing the stretch.
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Or, my favorite, the "Love you; mean it."
Nothing says "I love you" like "Let me find somebody else I give a damn about."
Or, this one, coming to us from India.
You can find this on YouTube, the gentleman who's recumbent on a motorcycle while text messaging.
Or what we call the "sweet gravy, stop me before I kill again!"
That is actually the device.
What this is doing is, we find a -- a direct collision -- we find a direct collision between availability -- and what's possible through availability -- and a fundamental human need -- which we've been hearing about a lot, actually -- the need to create shared narratives.
We're very good at creating personal narratives, but it's the shared narratives that make us a culture.
And when you're standing with someone, and you're on your mobile device, effectively what you're saying to them is, "You are not as important as, literally, almost anything that could come to me through this device."
Look around you.
There might be somebody on one right now, participating in multi-dimensional engagement.
Our reality right now is less interesting than the story we're going to tell about it later.
This one I love.
This poor kid, clearly a prop -- don't get me wrong, a willing prop -- but the kiss that's being documented kind of looks like it sucks.
This is the sound of one hand clapping.
So, as we lose the context of our identity, it becomes incredibly important that what you share becomes the context of shared narrative, becomes the context in which we live.
The stories that we tell -- what we push out -- becomes who we are.
People aren't simply projecting identity, they're creating it.
And so that's the request I have for everybody in this room.
We are creating the technology that is going to create the new shared experience, which will create the new world.
And so my request is, please, let's make technologies that make people more human, and not less.
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That year she introduced me to dance, and thus began my tryst with classical dance.
Since then -- it's been four decades now -- I've trained with the best in the field, performed across the globe, taught young and old alike, created, collaborated, choreographed, and wove a rich tapestry of artistry, achievement and awards.
The crowning glory was in 2007, when I received this country's fourth highest civilian award, the Padma Shri, for my contribution to art.
But nothing, nothing prepared me for what I was to hear on the first of July 2008.
I heard the word "carcinoma."
Yes, breast cancer.
As I sat dumbstruck in my doctor's office, I heard other words: "cancer," "stage," "grade."
Until then, Cancer was the zodiac sign of my friend, stage was what I performed on, and grades were what I got in school.
That day, I realized I had an unwelcome, uninvited, As a dancer, I know the nine rasas or the navarasas: anger, valor, disgust, humor and fear.
I thought I knew what fear was.
That day, I learned what fear was.
Overcome with the enormity of it all and the complete feeling of loss of control, I shed copious tears and asked my dear husband, Jayant.
I said, "Is this it? Is this the end of the road?
Is this the end of my dance?"
And he, the positive soul that he is, said, "No, this is just a hiatus, a hiatus during the treatment, and you'll get back to doing what you do best."
I realized then that I, who thought I had complete control of my life, had control of only three things: My thought, my mind -- the images that these thoughts created -- and the action that derived from it.
So here I was wallowing in a vortex of emotions and depression and what have you, with the enormity of the situation, wanting to go to a place of healing, health and happiness.
I wanted to go from where I was to where I wanted to be, for which I needed something.
I needed something that would pull me out of all this.
So I dried my tears, and I declared to the world at large ...
I said, "Cancer's only one page in my life, and I will not allow this page to impact the rest of my life."
I also declared to the world at large that I would ride it out, and I would not allow cancer to ride me.
But to go from where I was to where I wanted to be, I needed something.
I needed an anchor, an image, a peg to peg this process on, so that I could go from there.
And I found that in my dance, my dance, my strength, my energy, my passion, my very life breath.
But it wasn't easy.
Believe me, it definitely wasn't easy.
How do you keep cheer when you go from beautiful to bald in three days?
How do you not despair when, with the body ravaged by chemotherapy, climbing a mere flight of stairs was sheer torture, that to someone like me who could dance for three hours?
How do you not get overwhelmed by the despair and the misery of it all?
All I wanted to do was curl up and weep.
But I kept telling myself fear and tears are options I did not have.
So I would drag myself into my dance studio -- body, mind and spirit -- every day into my dance studio, and learn everything I learned when I was four, all over again, reworked, relearned, regrouped.
It was excruciatingly painful, but I did it.
Difficult.
I focused on my mudras, on the imagery of my dance, on the poetry and the metaphor and the philosophy of the dance itself.
And slowly, I moved out of that miserable state of mind.
But I needed something else.
I needed something to go that extra mile, and I found it in that metaphor which I had learned from my mother when I was four.
The metaphor of Mahishasura Mardhini, of Durga.
Durga, the mother goddess, the fearless one, created by the pantheon of Hindu gods.
Durga, resplendent, bedecked, beautiful, her 18 arms ready for warfare, as she rode astride her lion into the battlefield to destroy Mahishasur.
Durga, the epitome of creative feminine energy, or shakti.
Durga, the fearless one.
I made that image of Durga and her every attribute, her every nuance, my very own.
Powered by the symbology of a myth and the passion of my training, I brought laser-sharp focus into my dance, laser-sharp focus to such an extent that I danced a few weeks after surgery.
I danced through chemo and radiation cycles, I danced between chemo and radiation cycles and badgered him to fit it to my performing dance schedule.
What I had done is I had tuned out of cancer and tuned into my dance.
Yes, cancer has just been one page in my life.
My story is a story of overcoming setbacks, obstacles and challenges that life throws at you.
My story is the power of thought.
My story is the power of choice.
It's the power of focus.
It's the power of bringing ourselves to the attention of something that so animates you, so moves you, that something even like cancer becomes insignificant.
My story is the power of a metaphor.
It's the power of an image.
Mine was that of Durga, Durga the fearless one.
She was also called Simhanandini, the one who rode the lion.
As I ride out, as I ride my own inner strength, my own inner resilience, armed as I am with what medication can provide and continue treatment, as I ride out into the battlefield of cancer, asking my rogue cells to behave, I want to be known not as a cancer survivor, but as a cancer conqueror.
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And like that, my awareness returned to the real world.
However, once stuff like eating, sleeping and using the bathroom were out of the way, I wanted to play again.
But I held off.
It was time to use the old information terminal to surf the net.
Of course, I wanted to look up Next Stage Online.
It wasnât that I wanted to check the Wiki and move according to it.
It was just a general curiosity about how others were doing.
Obviously, it was fun thinking up ways to do things by yourself, but part of the fun of gaming was seeing the progress of friends and talking about what youâve been doing.
However, it was harder to do that face to face these days.
There were so many games out there, and even if you had gamer friends, they may not be playing the same games as you.
And so one must rely on the internet for such needs.
On the internet, you could find communities of people who are playing the same game as you.
However, I was a little intimidated when it came to message boards.
Perhaps it was my own prejudice, but I alway thought of message boards for online games as being chaotic.
It was one thing to comment about your dissatisfaction with management, but players forcing their playstyle onto each other and other fighting was disheartening to see.
And so I looked up âNext Stage Online guideâ and several sites popped up.
â...Not much information yet...â
The others were the same.
Well, it was no wonder. The game hadnât even been out for a month, so the Wiki still needed time to grow.
However, there was one thing I learned.
The âarcherâ job really was unpopular.
The skills and even weapons. Blank.
Strangely, there was a decent amount of information about the boomerang. Was there some passionate fanatic out there?
Or was it because it had relatively high attack power out of the ranged weapons?
The answer to this question was connected to one of the reasons that the job was unpopular.
Apparently, âbows,â âguns,â âshurikensâ etcetera were difficult to aim with. The boomerang alone could be used as a melee weapon if you missed and the enemy got close to you.
So that was why it was more popular... But if thatâs the reason, you were better off as a warrior with a sword.
Still, it showed that there were fans out there willing to spend all this time to update the site.
It was a big world.
The odd thing was, I hadnât felt that the bow was particularly difficult to aim with.
Judging by the comments, your stats did not help you when shooting with the bow or gun. And so it required that you actually have good aim. Was that true?
I had never learned archery in my life, and yet I was hitting my targets quite well...
Was it a coincidence, or a bug?
Some of the comments were very heated.
I was quite sure that if I posted, âoh, the shooting was easy for me,â they would take it very badly.
In any case, I found another piece of information that was very interesting.
It concerned the acquiring of skills.
During my old warrior days, I had acquired a skill called âEmpty Wave Slashâ because I âkept doing practice swings even when in combat.â
However, according to the site, you could also acquire it through âdealing damage by the wind pressure of a swung weapon.â
In other words, there were multiple ways of getting the same skill.
This game had a lot of mystery in terms of skills.
And so I would have to experiment and discover things along the way.
It was possible that I might one day acquire a skill that no one else had.
The only one...it had the best ring to it.
Now that my excitement had reached its peak, it was time to return to Next Stage Online. The world of Nextaria.
If I had to summarize my findings, it would be, âitâs better to think about it yourself, rather than ask othersâ... Maybe.
There just wasnât much information out there.
I should try and gather information myself, and reach the top.
At my age, wanting to reach the top in an online game was one thing, but I didnât have the energy.
â â â
Now, the adventure continues.
But first, I had to open the window and do something.
âOh, it was true. You gain a skill when reaching certain levels.â
As it was written in small letters in the status window, I hadnât known this until I checked the website.
The first one was a bonus for reaching level .
You could not choose which skill you acquired.
Apparently, the game chooses the skill based on your playstyle up until that point.
Which of course, meant that I should be given a skill related to archery.
âBeep! You have received the skill, âBound Arrow.â
âReason for acquiring:
âBonus for reaching Lv on first jobâ
[Bound Arrow]
An arrow that bounces off objects. Bounces until it hits a player, monster, or reaches maximum range.
A tricky skill. It seems like it would be hard to use.
But since my goal was to be a sniper who stayed in one place, it was an amazing skill.
This meant that I could use the bounce effect to hit things that would usually be impossible to reach.
Not only that, but it could help disguise the direction that the arrow was shot from.
âIâd like to practice this in a field with no other players.â
It wasnât something to show off in the park.
I wanted to practice it quietly and raise it to level .
There would be an event for beginners soon.
And it was pvp too.
While there was a part of me that hesitated, if I was going to participate, I wanted to win! | {
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No, you donât have to be so bitter. Alicia was trying her best to be seen as a villainess too...
She had a happy life, and she also got the exile she had longed for... Two birds with one stone.
âAlicia never got angry in the first place.â
Duke said to Eric. That should help Eric a little.
He hardly said anything to Liz Cather....
Maybe he didnât dare to say anything because he knew that if he was too nice to her, sheâd expect something from him. Not saying anything was probably Dukeâs way of being kind.
Duke was watching Liz more closely than expected....
âI wish I could see Alicia soon.â
Duke muttered to himself as he gazed outside the window.
It was rare for him to say something like that, and I suppose Duke wanted to see Alicia more than anyone else.
As I pondered this, I thought about Alicia.
The longer we didnât see each other, the less we knew whether the person was real or not.
It was like she was a phantom. She would appear and disappear before our eyes, like a legendary hero.
âAliciaâs thoughts were correct from the beginning. I made the wrong choice as one of the Five Noblemen...as the one who stands on top.â
âIf they are not expecting anything from you right now, itâll be easy because all you have to do is make up for it.â
Duke immediately responded to Ericâs words.
Indeed. Even if Eric and the others were currently at the bottom, they could easily climb back up.
If that were not the case, it would be very hard for Duke and others. If they accomplish something, they will be expected to do it again... They would have to live up to the never-ending expectations.
I looked at Liz Cather.
She was the most likeable saint in this school. But she would only be falling further and further away from now on.
Liz Catherâs life would drastically change going forward. She would be going through hell...but maybe that would help her. But she might not be the kind of person who would let it get the best of her.
âGood luck.â
Duke said to Liz Cather. I was certain that he meant it.
Liz sighed as she looked at Duke, then chuckled softly.
âGeez, I donât know why I fell in love with this guy. Eric would have made me happier!â
âHey, you think Iâm a softy, donât you!â
Liz Catherâs words made Eric raise his voice.
Where was that weak voice from earlier? Duke smiled wickedly, like he always does.
âI donât have anything to make people like me, you know.â
ââAre you picking a fight.ââ
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ãFue? W... what? Your daughter-san is? ã
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Ee, donât tell me this person....
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ãYes, thatâs right.ã
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ãTh, then what about Olgo-san and Myuri-san?ã
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Aah, as I thought, children of people in such high places of authority.
Well, that was surprising.
Then, why are they adventurers?
ãWhy are Ruin-san and company adventurers?ã
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ãMaa, you could call it a warriorâs training. Itâs a super-secret though.ã
When Ruin said that, The Hand started to panic.
ãAbsolute secret... and I now know this...ã(The Hand)
ãThat is no problem. The Hand is one of the heroes of this country who worked in the abolition of slavery. We trust you.ã (Ruin)
ãand thatâs why...ã
Ruin said, then glanced at the door saying
ãcome on in, Lilo, Orgo, Myuriã
From the door that I entered Lilo-san, Orgo-san, and Myuri-san entered.
They were probably waiting. Lilo-san embraced me after she entered.
ãKyaa! Alim-chan! I wanted to meet you~ã
ãHey! Stop Lilo. There are other guests. Tuhl-sama and Karua-sama are also present! ã
ãS...Sorryã
This situation is like a parent and child comedy act. Laughter rises up. Lilo-san is a little embarrassed. But, Iâm very embarrassed.
The four Seinforce members say.
ãIya~, sorry. We couldnât get in touch with you. There was no trace of you.ã
ãBut, Alim, you gave your last name? Did you get back your memories? ã
ãNo, itâs from when we sloppily made the guild card...ã
ãWhat... so that was it, sloppily...ã
ãNevertheless, Alim-chan, Iâm sorry to surprise you.ã
ãMyuri, werenât we even more surprised?ã
ãThatâs right, isnât it. Iâd never have expected that Alim-chan would be the battle tournament champion and become S-rank.ã
ãIndeed. I saw it from the special seats, I thought my eyeballs were gonna pop out.ã
ãHey, but... Wasnât Alim in the Pipi Village pretty mysterious?ã
I was unexpectedly able to reunite with these people. Iâm glad.
Even so, I am glad that Faust isnât in this place right now...
In connection with that, The Hand seemed to be wondering, and began to speak.
ãUmm... about that Faust bustard... guy, what will we do if he comes? We seem to be talking about important things here...? ã
ãAa, thatâs OK. The soldiers were told not to let him pass until :. We donât trust him.ã
ãAh, then from the beginningã
ãRight, starting from when Alim-chan became the champion a lot of preparations have taken place.ã
Itâs :. So he wonât come for another hour.
Iâll be able to leisurely talk in this group.
And with that sort of atmosphere, I spent time talking to The Hand, the royal family and friends.
While Myuri-san, Lilo-san and I were having some girl talk, Karua-sama looked like she wanted to join in. Canât be helped, Iâll go talk with her.
ãKarua-sama! Shall we chat? ã
ãUu... but...ã
ãKarua-sama, arenât Alim-chan and Karua-sama close in age? How about talking together? ã
ãAbsolutely, there is no need to be nervousã
ãbut... Lilo-anesama... Myura-anesama...ã
ãeee, these subesube cheeks~ (smooth like silk)ã
ãThatâs right~! If you donât punipuni (bouncy poke) them, youâre losing out!ã
Stop, donât suddenly be distracted by punipuni my cheeks!
There is not that much cheek flesh, ya know!? Just because they are subesube...
What the! The hime-sama as well, looks envious.
Finally as the pins and needles from their attack subsided, I was talked to.
ãHow old are you?ã
ãI am twelve.ã
ãMaa... I turned twelve two months ago! We really are close in age! ã
Ah, finally a smile.
According to Myuri-san and Lilo-san, there seems to be no friends close in age.
For a while, Myuri-san, Lilo-san, Hime-sama, and I had some girls talk.
Hime-sama looked very happy. It was a good smile... It was a different cuteness than Alim.
As we were talking together like this, the first prince, Tuhl-sama, gave an outrageous proposal.
ãHey... Alim-sama... no, is Alim-chan alright?ã
ãIf youâd like, not only this time, can you come to the castle... sometimes is fine, so can you come here to play?ã
ãEh... is that alright?ã
ãDefinitely, Iâd really like to ask this of you. Itâs been quite some time since I last saw Karua so happy... for a long time she has seemed lonely. ...in fact, father... the king... has had that intention from the onset.ã
ãSo that means...?ã
ãWould you be a friend to Karua? You have a connection to Ruin and company, you saved Lilo-chan... and also... anyway. Please consider my request.ã
What is this? Certainly, I can say it myself, that I am strong, and I have a connection, so I might be the best choice as a friend to the princess. I have been somewhat lonely as no one around was the same age.
But, I think it is different to be a friend. Because....
ãfufu... alright, itâs too late, Iâm already friends with Karua!ã
ãAlim-sama... will you come to play in the future?ã
ãHai! Is it alright to visit often? ã
ã....! Absolutely, absolutely~! ã
Ah... it was face filled with happiness.
In any case, it is good that I have come here.
Myuri-san and Lilo-san look delighted.
ãAah.. Now I can often meet Alim-chan~!ã
ãUnlimited punipuni!ã
ãUmm... me too, um... may I also punipuni Alim-samaâs cheek as well?ã
No way, Karua-sama also wants to touch as well?
ãEh...? Ah, yea, that alright with you?ã
ãWell then... punipunipunipuniã
ãUs too~ã
ãYuu tou pleeze shou som restrant (You two please show some restraint)ã
ããHeeee~ãã
With that sort of mood we passed the time and an hour had already passed.
But things must come to an end. The minister-san is in a fluster and shouts.
ãOh no! Itâs already 11:25! Lilo, Myuri-chan, Orgo-kun, Ruin-sama, it would be bad if your faces were seen! Hurry, go to another room! ã
ãããY, yes!ããã
The four hurriedly left.
ãTuhl-sama, Karua-sama, we are also leavingã
ãYes, I understand.ã
ãAlim-sama... see you againã
Saying that, Karua and company left.
I donât like this, that Faust person...
Looking at The Handâs displeased face and the reactions of the others, it seems the contents of the article that I read yesterday may be true.
11:32. Faust entered the room.
His body is ugly and his face is oily. Furthermore his cloths are in bad taste, they look like he is trying to compensate for something. ...there is no end to the bad points.
I can honestly say itâs an appearance that is difficult to approach.
And then, the first words when he entered the room. Even such a brief statement was enough to see that the insides were as ugly as the outside.
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Up next was the tomato sauce.
After removing the tomatoâs stem and peeling it off, she put it inside a glass container filled with water from the well in the residential district, lit it up with her fire magic and boiled it.
The sound of the front door opening was heard and Kishana was back home.
âWoah, I smell the sweet scent of tomato.â
âWelcome back! Today is my turn to treat you to a wonderful meal, just wait.â
âGetting a meal made by a woman for you sure feels good, even knowing that in reality, it was made by my best male friend from our previous life, haha. Just by having someone to greet me this way already feels like the whole room is somewhat giving away a better feeling.â
Kishana took a seat at the table, supporting her face with both hands while staring at Schenna.
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âSo today... the landlord came here to collect the money that you owed him. A lot happened and I managed to deal with the situation, but if the same were to happen again you know weâre in trouble right? I signed a contract to live with you from today onwards so Iâll help you out.â
âOh... Iâm so sorry, I promise Iâll get you the money back. To think I made my best friend pay up for what I owe, Iâm really the worst...â
âDonât blame yourself like that! I also got here in order to run away from my problems so, letâs just make the best out of the situation and help each other.â
Schenna pulled out the towel and extended the flour even further, with a thickness of around two millimeters and kept pulling it until it became thin enough.
âSorry to keep you waiting! Tomato sauce pasta, I hope you enjoy it!â
âPasta!? I never thought I would see this plate in this world.â
âRemember I had made this before in our cooking class? I know I somewhat messed up here and there in terms of quantities but try to enjoy it.â
âOh yeah now that you mention it, I do remember you making it.â
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At this moment in time, Libra and the others who were at Derbyâs house finished exchanging information and somehow managed to understand each otherâs situation.
And the conclusion they reached was that Sagittariusâs betrayal was really not of his own will.
He probably had no option but to follow Leon after he took the centaur village hostage.
However, it was not as if Sagittarius submissively followed Leon. He advertised his intention to become an enemy to Libra, which served as a warning that led them to come to Tyrfing.
Because he understood that he would not be able to defeat Leon by himself, he invited a fighting force that would be able to do so. He probably had such a train of thought, but unfortunately, he had made a slight miscalculation.
Originally, his true aim would have been to utilise Ruphasâs overwhelming power to take Leon down.
However, due to Benetnashâs interference, Ruphas was unable to come to where he was, thus only the Twelve Heavenly Stars ended up coming over.
Under normal circumstances, even if it was just the Twelve Heavenly Stars, it would have been possible to defeat Leon. Nevertheless, even that was not what the current situation was.
Due to a needless intervention from the Goddess, Leonâs fighting prowess had increased, making him become something beyond what they could handle.
Even Karkinos, who was a perfect match to counter Leon, became unable to do anything.
Currently, on their side, there were four individuals who possessed monstrous fighting prowess: Libra, Scorpius, Aigokeros and Karkinos.
In addition, if they were to add Sagittarius and Castor, it would become six versus one... nevertheless, everyone in that place understood that it would still be very tough.
Normal conditions aside, the current Leonâs strength was abnormal.
After all, Leon, who was already the strongest individual amongst the Twelve Heavenly Stars, turned wild after being released from Ruphasâs control and regained his real strength. On top of that, he was further empowered by the Goddessâs buffs.
No doubt, there would only be three individuals who would be able to fight against a stupidly overpowered existence like that head-on and come out victorious: Ruphas, the Vampire Princess and the Demon King.
âIn any event, he will probably arrive here very soon. Irrespective of whether we choose to stay or not, he will come for the purpose of massacring every centaur.â
Castor looked at the centaurs and spoke in a grave and serious tone, followed by Sagittarius who nodded to concur.
Now that he had taken action to save the Twelve Stars, any explanation that he might attempt to make became useless.
Without a shred of doubt, Leon would, with absolute certainty, come attacking this village as a reprisal against Sagittarius.
Sagittarius, who knew of this very well, came to the village to try and protect it.
âIâm sure youâre right. That thing is a petty, short-tempered man. Heâll definitely come and destroy this village as a way to teach me a lesson. Thatâs why, on the surface until now, I had to be obedient to him. ........ Though, something like that wouldnât really be a good enough excuse.â
âOf course, thatâs a given. Betraying Ruphas-sama is an action deserving of death.â
While Sagittarius was mocking himself, Scorpius cornered him further with her harsh and spiteful words.
However, even though she was reprimanding him with her mouth, there was no follow-up action.
âWell, right now, we also need your power, so Iâll let you go for now. It pisses me off, but itâs better to have more fighting power against the current Leon.â
âI appreciate it.â
It was not as if there was no anger towards Sagittarius.
However, his sentence could be left to Ruphas.
Before all of that, right now, the important thing was to consider how to defeat Leon, and Sagittarius was a valuable source of fighting prowess that they should take into consideration.
As such, rather than quarrelling with each other, it would be preferable for them to work with each other.
Scorpius was calm and collected enough to be able to think as such.
As long as she was not in a hysterical fit and Ruphas was not involved in the matter, she was also able to properly assess and think through things quite normally.
âIn our battle against Leon, we will be using Karkinos as the central figure. We will have him stand in front of Leon whilst Virgo and Castor will then continue to provide assistance. Sagittarius and I will provide long-ranged support. Aigokeros is to distract Leon using illusions, and Scorpius, please keep inflicting him with your poison if you see any opening to do so.â
Libra ordered and explained everyoneâs role in their impending fight against Leon as they listened to what she said with a grim expression.
They were essentially ganging up on a single person with many people. However, they had no room for hesitation.
After all, their opponent was that very Leon. If they were to hold anything back, they would be the ones who would be defeated.
After they decided how they would fight against him, as if it was waiting for this moment, the forest shook.
Earthquake.... â there was no individual who would be stupid enough to say such a thing in that location.
Libra and the group all dashed out of the small hut and faced towards the outside of the village.
And what was reflected in their eyes was the appearance of a giant lion which was nearing their location whilst crushing the trees below him with every step.
In response to its majestic but imposing figure, the Heroâs group froze up in a daze and Gants dropped the battleaxe that was in his hands.
Huge â just, unnecessarily, way, too, big!
In the past, Gants had seen the figure of Aries when he attacked Svalinn. However, even compared to that, Leonâs figure would be considered abnormal in size.
Sei was currently unconscious. However, it would probably be fortunate for him to continue sleeping.
And as if learning from Sei, the tiger rolled onto the ground and tried to pretend that he was dead.
On the other hand, Kainekoâs fur was standing straight. Jean, the only individual in that place who could not understand the difference in their abilities, charged in to attack. However, because he was so small in comparison, he could not even get anyone to notice that he had moved in.
âSo heâs arrived... letâs go, Sagittarius!â
âYeah, I know!â
Libra commenced a full-powered indiscriminate attack with all that she had, including Astraea, and Sagittarius matched her by firing an arrow towards the sky.
The destructive lights fired by Libra landed directly on the giant lion and countless arrows of light rained down upon and pierced into Leonâs body.
However, the punctures were only on the surface. Indeed, they were nothing more than small pricks on the surface of his skin and Leonâs expression did not even change in the slightest.
On the other hand, Jean, who had finally arrived at the foot of Leon, was blown away by the shockwave of a single arrow landing near him.
âYou really love to play these small tricks, donât cha? Looks like you still havenât understood... that a small attack like this, doesnât, work on the current me!â
Leon opened his mouth wide and sucked in a large amount of air.
The attack that followed was nothing particularly special. It was neither a special ability nor would it inflict some detrimental debuff.
In other words, it was nothing more than a simple roar â it was nothing more than an act of exhaling air combined with the mana which was in the body.
If one were to speak in terms of classification, it was a skill that even a low-tiered monster could use. It was not wrong to think of the move as a basic level ability that qualified as a low-tiered skill.
However, even with such a skill, if Leon were the one to use it, it would easily turn into an ability of mass destruction that could wipe out a kingdom.
It might seem like a crazy exaggeration that a single living creatureâs roar could have power surpassing what would be required to uproot a single kingdom. Such a description was just on so grand a scale that even calling it nonsensical was too sensible of an action.
However, in this world, this was what it meant to be classified as one of the strongest individuals. To be a monster which was able to destroy a world on a whim â that was the minimum threshold of what it meant to be classified as one of the strongest in the world.
Ruphas, Benetnash and the Demon King all individually possessed transcendent-like battle prowess such that they would easily be able to turn the whole of Midgard into nothing more than space dust should they really get serious.
The ability to destroy a country or two was nothing more than childâs play and being able to erase a continent or two was nothing more than a given. Thus they were the powerful. Thus they were the strongest.
The exhaled air would easily dust away the centaur village... no, the forest itself which served as the demi-humanoidsâ settlement.
There was no doubt the attack would massacre many of the demi-humans and extinguish Jean who was unfortunate enough to be in the direct line of attack. Even the Twelve Stars would no doubt suffer heavy damage from the attack.
Furthermore, there was nothing that could be done to prevent the attack by those on the Twelve Starsâ side.
Even if they possessed the means, Leonâs attack power was on too grand a scale that they would not be able to completely offset his attack.
In hopes of at least mitigating the impact, Karkinos jumped in front. Fully prepared to take significant damage, he turned into his giant form.
Right at that moment â
A rainbow-coloured shooting star flew right in, kicking Leonâs jaws upwards and forcibly closing his mouth.
ââgha!?â
A small-framed silhouette enveloped by a rainbow-coloured flame once again slammed into the closed jaws.
When it did, as if everything was a joke, Leonâs large body lifted into the air. At the same time, flames fired out from the silhouetteâs hands and it accelerated. It moved above Leon and this time, it kicked Leon downwards.
Leon immediately also tried to counterattack... however, the attack did not connect. The target was too small.
Being large equated to strength.
When something was big, its attacks would naturally have more weight. Furthermore, because any damage it received from the enemy was spread out across a large surface area, the damage it suffered was also distributed accordingly.
What looked to be a giant boulder to a human would seem like nothing more than a grain of sand to Leon. When the Twelve Stars gigantified, the change in oppressiveness due to the change in appearance was a given. However, there was more to it than the number which was displayed on the status.
Nevertheless, small things had their own merit for being small.
And that was this. It was a small and insignificant matter, but because they were small, attacks could not hit them.
Additionally, this rainbow-coloured flame inflicted damage based on the enemyâs vitality, thus it was perfect for killing high-class enemies. The damage of this attack was not affected by the size of its body.
That small and insignificant existence â Aries landed in front of Libra and the others, turning to face them with an expression as if he was being flattened by the guilt of the sin he had committed.
âUmm... everyone, Iâm sorry. I got delayed a little.â
âNo, it was good timing, Aries. We were waiting for you.â
Leonâs strength was beyond what one might call common sense by now. Since it had gotten to a point where not even a full-powered attack from Libra worked properly, there were only limited ways to deal with Leonâs defence.
Because Leonâs defence at the moment surpassed even Karkinos whose only selling point was that he was the toughest of the Twelve Stars, the poor Crab-san did not even have a position to stand on.
However, Aries alone was an exception. His flames alone could penetrate any form of defence.
When used against Leonâs needlessly high vitality, it would not be wrong to call it a Brachium which could be repeatedly fired. Although it was a skill which was significantly affected by the enemyâs strength, limited to the current place and time, Ariesâs flame could outdo even his own master, Ruphas.
In other words, since Ruphas was not here... Aries was the only individual who had the possibility to take Leon down.
Nevertheless, in a one-on-one fight, it would not even be a battle in the first place. Thus, the cooperation of Libra and the others was required to give Aries the chance to win.
âA small frryy....! Trash like you, to this me!â
Leon, in his anger, stared daggers at Aries, who in turn looked straight back at him, though slightly timidly.
The Lion King Leon â the strongest of the magical beasts.
For Aries, that was the object of his admiration. He had always wanted to become like that. He always envied that position and wondered what he could have done if he was that strong.
It was because Leon had always been strong, as if he existed in a world different from that of Ariesâs.
However, the feeling that he had towards the current Leon was not that of envy, respect or admiration. It was pity and disappointment.
The current Leon, who was nothing more than a doll controlled by the Goddess, looked too comical to Aries. It didnât suit him at all, and that... made Aries feel disappointed from the bottom of his heart.
âMesarthim Version .â
Ariesâs whole body was enveloped in a rainbow-coloured flame and his hair fluttered.
If Ruphas saw his current appearance, she would have said, âThatâs why Iâve been saying, Mesarthim isnât a skill thatâs supposed to be used like tha... oh wait, never mind, itâs that kind of skill.â
Aries was not going to use his original giant sheep appearance.
Just this time alone, he wanted to challenge Leon using the appearance of a human which had been bestowed upon him by Ruphas. At this very moment, that was what he felt.
As if responding to that intention, Scorpius and Aigokeros gigantified at the same time.
The centrepiece of the attack this time was Aries. Therefore, any attacks towards him had to be prevented as much as possible.
Thus gigantification. Thus the increase in the number of enemies.
The two of them immediately decided to become a wall for Aries for the sake of victory.
âOoooooooooooooooooo!!â
âShyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!â
Aigokeros and Scorpius both jumped towards Leon and tried to hold his body in place.
Following all of this, Karkinos also charged in as if he was saying that he would not fall behind. As such, there were four giant magical beasts who were locked together and grappling with one another.
In irritation, Leon bared his fangs. However, Karkinos forcibly shoved his scissors (pincers) into the mouth that was opened wide.
Additionally, the counter skill Acubens was triggered, causing Leon to start bleeding.
Nevertheless, Karkinos also did not get away scot-free. One of his scissors was shattered by the bite and he himself was sent flying after being head-butted by Leon.
But cutting in at that moment was Aries who released a kick, cracking Leonâs fangs and sending his large body flying in return.
Furthermore, Aries fired flames out from his palms and flew, charging in towards Leon who was blown away.
Matching that action, Leon opened his mouth wide. However, black tentacles which suddenly appeared from the ground tangled with his body, causing him to become slightly delayed.
He managed to immediately become unconstrained, nevertheless, the roar that he released was already too late.
Aries directed the flame towards the ground and ascended vertically. He then redirected the flames towards the sky and suddenly descended, smashing his fist right into Leonâs head.
This one attack caused the ground to shake and buried Leonâs head.
However, as expected, the Lion Kingâs stamina was leagues above normal. He had already received five hits from Aries which meant that he had already received close to damage in numerical value, but he still stood back up and opened his mouth.
A moment before Leon managed to release his roar â due to the mana rifle fired by Suzuki which closed in towards his eyeball, he instinctively closed his eyes, causing the attack to miss Aries by a hairâs breadth.
Notwithstanding that Aries was not hit directly, the attack that merely scratched him ever so slightly sent his slender body flying.
Nevertheless, even before Leon could conduct a follow-up attack, Aigokeros jumped into action, picking Leon up from the bottom and throwing him away.
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Just a single hit. Furthermore, it was an attack that merely scratched him. Nevertheless, just that alone had caused Ariesâs body to be covered in wounds.
His clothes were in tatters such that the current condition was only fine because he was a guy. If he was a girl, he would have had to quickly fall back.
Even his white skin was now engraved by wounds, making him appear like a fragile and hurt maiden to an onlooker and causing them to feel affectionate.
However, his will to fight which resided in his eyes had not been extinguished in the slightest as he once again enveloped himself with the rainbow-coloured flames.
If he had not received the defensive buff cast upon him by Dina, he might very well have been finished from that single attack that he had just suffered.
Even whilst he was thinking such a thing, Aigokeros, Karkinos and Scorpius continued to be engaged in a hard battle while Sagittarius and Castor provided supporting fire from the back. Similarly, Suzuki continued to fire its rifle, however, it only aimed at Leonâs eyes after determining that it would not do any damage even if it hit.
On the other hand, Virgo immediately flew towards Aries and applied recovery divine magic to heal him, whereas Libra, who found a gap in this situation, showered Leon with everything that she had.
And... due to all of this noise, the poor and pitiful Sei and Sarjes both opened their eyes, only for them to pop out at the same time as they shouted aloud:
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Should I bother remembering the faces and names of my classmates a little...?
I wavered, but quickly gave up. It was my first time in a basic education institution, but the relationships formed here probably wouldnât have a significant impact on my future life. After all, it was just a class sorted by age and ability.
Among the distributed textbooks, there was also alchemy. Geared towards elementary school students, it was written from a very basic standpoint, but by the end of this academic year, the content of the textbook indicated that a considerable mastery of advanced techniques would be required.
Come to think of it, how is research on homunculi progressing now? According to the stories of those goddesses, it wouldnât be surprising if itâs prohibited...
Curious, I decided to look it up in the index and opened the pages at the end of the book.
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As I traced the list of keywords with my eyes, I couldnât help but be astonished. Incredibly, the name of my past lifeâGlass Dimeliaâwas listed in the index at the end. There should be no achievements worthy of being in a textbook. All the accomplishments from my research had been usurped by influential figures in the Alchemy Society.
In a hurry, I flipped to the page indicated in the index, and there, unmistakably, my achievements were recorded as my own.
Glass Dimelia. The great alchemist who conceived the concept of Code Alchemy. Code Alchemy brought significant advancements to alchemy, and Glass Dimelia, who created its foundational concepts, was bestowed with the title Grandee.
Code Alchemy involved applying mathematics to the alchemical process, systematizing it with unique formulas. Glass had developed this method, enabling logical predictions and control through numerical values.
With this, I had aimed to elevate alchemy, previously a sensory experience, to a highly reproducible phenomenon. It seems that today, this method was widely used.
However, regarding this achievement, the Alchemy Society had tampered with my research papers, presenting them as the societyâs research results. I didnât know the circumstances or the reasons behind it, but the fact that such achievements were recorded in a textbook meant that something must have happened in the years after my death.
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After the funeral of Houki, we arrived at the off-limits area that I created at the rear of the fourth level.
There, I consoled Ichiko and Ryo while listening to their recounts of the past ten years, chapter after chapter.
I then shared with them the details of what had occurred during their absence.
And, despite the fact that I had tried to be as vague as possible while describing the punishment cell...
âTo put it another way, you mean âthat,â right? While we were risking our lives, Kurokiri was having a secret affair.â
âHahaha. An enemy of a woman is unforgivable no matter how you try to defend yourself. How shall we dispose of you?â
Ichiko performed a rear naked choke on me (her left arm was enchanted by âªEnchanting Mistâ« so she can touch me), and Ryo executed a stranglehold on me that clutched my face and pressed me down (this one seemed to be an application of âªMist Slapâ«).
Thanks to the high status of a Demon King and since Ryo was a kin, her attacks were completely nullified. Due to Ichikoâs half-Demon King race, her attacks did not inflict much pain, yet they were nonetheless exceedingly suffocating for me.
Incidentally, even when I was in a misty state, the effect of their skill was still holding me securely in place.
âUm, would you both mind letting go of me now? Ugh...â
âOnly until we feel satisfied.â
âHah, it canât be helped. Then Iâll exercise the Demon Kingâs authority.â
âHuh?â âAh!â
And so, I inevitably employed the authority of the Demon King. After forcing Ryo to move away from Ichiko, I loosened Ichikoâs restraints. Then, I punished them slightly.
âUgh. I feel as if one day I will...â
âThe God of Calamity is unpardonable, but Kurokiri is unforgivable as well...â
Now, although both sides were naked, I should proceed with the conversation.
âEven so, I didnât expect that Polar Queen fellow to own such a technology. I was wondering how you crossed from Antarctica to Africa, so that was the method behind it.â
âYes, it was an unexpected method for me too. However, it does not seem to be that highly effective.â
âThere was a similar technology used in the Ganges River, wasnât there? Even if it is not, the technology could be useful.â
To begin with, Ichikoâs way of traveling from Antarctica to the African continent was virtually identical to the Ganges River technology that Ryo and her party had witnessed.
In other words, the undersea monsters would be unable to recognize the ship if materials from the areaâs monsters were attached to the shipâs bottom. This method had the advantage of not only rendering the ship less vulnerable to assault but also considerably enhancing the shipâs strength.
Nevertheless, this method can only fool the monsters into believing that they were being monitored by their own kind using searching skills; if they saw you directly or if you produced a loud noise, you will be exposed.
Therefore, when Ichiko was actually on the African continent, she periodically had to encounter monsters from different dungeons and escaped while they were in the midst of fighting with each other.
âIf this method can be utilized successfully, perhaps defeating the âCrawling Octopus King of Chaosâ can be accomplished as well.â
âYes, thatâs right.â
This technology, in my viewpoint, will be immensely helpful. If all goes well, we may be able to resume the use of sea and air routes.
âLady Ryo, what was that sword you used to save me from Houki-sanâs bombardment?â
âOh, you mean that one. Itâs a part of a weapon known as the âSpiritual Sword,â which was created from components of âTaoist Curse of the Enshrouded Spirit.ââ
âSpeaking of which, I recall you retrieving such a thing.â
Well, to be more accurate, it seemed that what Ryo used when saving Ichiko was not so much the âSpiritual Swordâ but rather the residue of the power of the âSpiritual Swordâ.
That was why it shattered once it was in effect.
However, since I didnât witness this incident firsthand and only heard about it afterwards, I was not entirely clear on this.
âEven so, the Demon Kingâs materials are terrific. Maybe I could try to fuse one of my bones with someone who has a generative skill? It would be easier to regenerate then.â
âIf you want, you can just rip that thing from your nether region and use it as energizing equipment.â
âHey.â
I unconsciously snapped at Ryoâs outrageous words.
âThat would be futile, Lady Ryo. If he is going to use it as a material, the whole lower half of his body should be included.â
âHeyyyyy!?â
Ichikoâs further crude remark drew an involuntary yelp from me.
At the moment when I was preparing to administer another punishment to both of them for their violent words...
âWell, actually, the materials stripped from a living Demon King wonât make much of a difference.â
âThe Polar Queen helped me with the verification somewhat.â
âSomeday I hope to repay the Polar Queen for going to such great lengths for Ichiko-san.â
âRightãŒâ
I ended up missing the timing to punish her after she switches the subject.
Tch,I will remember this. When the conversation is over, Iâm going to screw you a lot more.
âSo, I personally find my left arm awfully thin, but what bugs me more than that is...â
Ichiko then gestured to my eye patch after stating that.
âWhy are you wearing an eye patch?â
âIâve been wondering about that too. Whatâs the reason?â
The two of them were staring at my eye patch collectively.
Hahaha. Donât stare so much, you are making me embarrassed...
Thud!
âUgh...â
âWould you please hurry up and get on with your story?â
âYes...â
While I was being smug, I was stuck with the fist to the abdomen by Ichiko equipped with âªEnchanting Mistâ«.
âThis is the price of using a skill. And so is my left arm.â
âThe price for... your skill?â
Ryo cast a stern look at me. There was no need to be concerned about it though.
âThough that being said, itâs not a regular skill, itâs the price of Outer Skill. Therefore, as long as what is used is normal skills, everything will be fine.â
âIs there any chance of recovery?â
As Ichiko was also an Outer Skill practitioner, her eyes were filled with concern.
âMy left arm is currently regenerating. There is no hope for my left eye. It has been entirely ruined.â
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Neither of them seemed to be able to contain their astonishment at my words. At any rate, I had to cheer them up.
âDonât make that look; Iâm not in a front-line position to begin with and owing to this skill, I was able to gain something prominent, so everythingâs fine.â
âT-Thatâs not the point!â
Ryo put her hand on my left eye and said such a thing while utilizing âªHealâ«.
I thought I already said that it wouldnât have any effect.
âThatâs right! Are you an idiot! You are so foolish!â
Ichiko was cursing at me while hugging me. Mmm. What an adorable one.
âWell, whatever the scenario may be, Iâm going to be rash from now on in order to overthrow the God of Calamity. What are your plans, you two?â
Unlike before, I asked the pair with a serious expression on my face.
To that question, the two of them replied with a smile.
âI, for one, have no intention of overlooking the God of Calamity. I will lend a hand.â
âItâs for avenging Houki. Iâll provide assistance too.â
âWell then, we should have a good time tonight for the sake of our future vigor.â
âWhat! So thatâs what youâre going to say after all!â
âYou cowardãŒ!â
I decided to have plenty of fun tonight.
Hmm. It had been a long time since seeing her, but Ryo had become stronger. And Ichiko too. Ah, this was the status of the three of us.
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Name: Ichiko (Blade Princess of the Undefined Sword)
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And I think few of us spend the day without eating bread in some form.
Unless you're on one of these Californian low-carb diets, bread is standard.
Bread is not only standard in the Western diet.
As I will show to you, it is actually the mainstay of modern life.
So I'm going to bake bread for you.
In the meantime I'm also talking to you, so my life is going to be complicated. Bear with me.
First of all, a little bit of audience participation.
I have two loaves of bread here.
One is a supermarket standard: white bread, pre-packaged, which I'm told is called a Wonderbread.
I didn't know this word until I arrived.
And this is more or less, a whole-meal, handmade, small-bakery loaf of bread.
Here we go. I want to see a show of hands.
Who prefers the whole-meal bread?
Okay let me do this differently. Is anybody preferring the Wonderbread at all?
I have two tentative male hands.
Okay, now the question is really, why is this so?
And I think it is because we feel that this kind of bread really is about authenticity.
It's about a traditional way of living.
A way that is perhaps more real, more honest.
This is an image from Tuscany, where we feel agriculture is still about beauty.
And life is really, too.
And this is about good taste, good traditions.
Why do we have this image?
Why do we feel that this is more true than this?
Well I think it has a lot to do with our history.
In the 10,000 years since agriculture evolved, most of our ancestors have actually been agriculturalists or they were closely related to food production.
And we have this mythical image of how life was in rural areas in the past.
Art has helped us to maintain that kind of image.
It was a mythical past.
Of course, the reality is quite different.
These poor farmers working the land by hand or with their animals, had yield levels that are comparable to the poorest farmers today in West Africa.
But we have, somehow, in the course of the last few centuries, or even decades, started to cultivate an image of a mythical, rural agricultural past.
that we had the advent of the Industrial Revolution.
And while I'm starting to make some bread for you here, it's very important to understand what that revolution did to us.
It brought us power. It brought us mechanization, fertilizers.
And it actually drove up our yields.
And even sort of horrible things, like picking beans by hand, can now be done automatically.
All that is a real, great improvement, as we shall see.
Of course we also, particularly in the last decade, managed to envelop the world in a dense chain of supermarkets, in a chain of global trade.
And it means that you now eat products, which can come from all around the world.
That is the reality of our modern life.
Now you may prefer this loaf of bread.
Excuse my hands but this is how it is.
But actually the real relevant bread, historically, is this white Wonder loaf.
And don't despise the white bread because it really, I think, symbolizes the fact that bread and food have become plentiful and affordable to all.
And that is a feat that we are not really conscious of that much.
But it has changed the world.
This tiny bread that is tasteless in some ways and has a lot of problems has changed the world.
So what is happening?
Well the best way to look at that is to do a tiny bit of simplistic statistics.
With the advent of the Industrial Revolution with modernization of agriculture in the last few decades, since the 1960s, food availability, per head, in this world, has increased by 25 percent.
And the world population in the meantime has doubled.
That means that we have now more food available than ever before in human history.
And that is the result, directly, of being so successful at increasing the scale and volume of our production.
And this is true, as you can see, for all countries, including the so-called developing countries.
What happened to our bread in the meantime?
As food became plentiful here, it also meant that we were able to decrease to something like, on average, in the high income countries, five percent or less of the population.
In the U.S. only one percent of the people are actually farmers.
And it frees us all up to do other things -- to sit at TED meetings and not to worry about our food.
That is, historically, a really unique situation.
Never before has the responsibility to feed the world been in the hands of so few people.
And never before have so many people been oblivious of that fact.
So as food became more plentiful, bread became cheaper.
And as it became cheaper, bread manufacturers decided to add in all kinds of things.
We added in more sugar.
We add in raisins and oil and milk and all kinds of things to make bread, from a simple food into kind of a support for calories.
And today, bread now is associated with obesity, which is very strange.
It is the basic, most fundamental food that we've had in the last ten thousand years.
Wheat is the most important crop -- the first crop we domesticated and the most important crop we still grow today.
But this is now this strange concoction of high calories.
And that's not only true in this country, it is true all over the world.
Bread has migrated to tropical countries, where the middle classes now eat French rolls and hamburgers and where the commuters find bread much more handy to use than rice or cassava.
So bread has become from a main staple, a source of calories associated with obesity and also a source of modernity, of modern life.
And the whiter the bread, in many countries, the better it is.
So this is the story of bread as we know it now.
But of course the price of mass production has been that we moved large-scale.
And large-scale has meant destruction of many of our landscapes, destruction of biodiversity -- still a lonely emu here in the Brazilian cerrado soybean fields.
The costs have been tremendous -- water pollution, all the things you know about, destruction of our habitats.
What we need to do is to go back to understanding what our food is about.
And this is where I have to query all of you.
How many of you can actually tell wheat apart from other cereals?
How many of you actually can make a bread in this way, without starting with a bread machine or just some kind of packaged flavor?
Can you actually bake bread? Do you know how much a loaf of bread actually costs?
We have become very removed from what our bread really is, which, again, evolutionarily speaking, is very strange.
In fact not many of you know that our bread, of course, was not a European invention.
It was invented by farmers in Iraq and Syria in particular.
The tiny spike on the left to the center is actually the forefather of wheat.
This is where it all comes from, and where these farmers who actually, ten thousand years ago, put us on the road of bread.
Now it is not surprising that with this massification and large-scale production, there is a counter-movement that emerged -- very much also here in California.
The counter-movement says, "Let's go back to this.
Let's go back to traditional farming.
Let's go back to small-scale, to farmers' markets, small bakeries and all that." Wonderful.
Don't we all agree? I certainly agree.
I would love to go back to Tuscany to this kind of traditional setting, gastronomy, good food.
But this is a fallacy.
And the fallacy comes from idealizing a past that we have forgotten about.
If we do this, if we want to stay with traditional small-scale farming we are going, actually, to relegate these poor farmers and their husbands -- among whom I have lived for many years, working without electricity and water, to try to improve their food production -- we relegate them to poverty.
What they want are implements to increase their production: something to fertilize the soil, something to protect their crop and to bring it to a market.
We cannot just think that small-scale is the solution to the world food problem.
It's a luxury solution for us who can afford it, if you want to afford it.
In fact we do not want this poor woman to work the land like this.
If we say just small-scale production, as is the tendency here, to go back to local food means that a poor man like Hans Rosling cannot even eat oranges anymore because in Scandinavia we don't have oranges.
So local food production is out.
But also we do not want to relegate to poverty in the rural areas.
And we do not want to relegate the urban poor to starvation.
So we must find other solutions.
One of our problems is that world food production needs to increase very rapidly -- doubling by about 2030.
The main driver of that is actually meat.
And meat consumption in Southeast Asia and China in particular is what drives the prices of cereals.
That need for animal protein is going to continue.
We can discuss alternatives in another talk, perhaps one day, but this is our driving force.
So what can we do?
Can we find a solution to produce more?
Yes. But we need mechanization.
And I'm making a real plea here.
I feel so strongly that you cannot ask a small farmer to work the land and bend over to grow a hectare of rice, 150,000 times, just to plant a crop and weed it.
You cannot ask people to work under these conditions.
We need clever low-key mechanization that avoids the problems of the large-scale mechanization that we've had.
So what can we do?
We must feed three billion people in cities.
We will not do that through small farmers' markets because these people have no small farmers' markets at their disposal.
They have low incomes. And they benefit from cheap, affordable, safe and diverse food.
That's what we must aim for in the next 20 to 30 years.
But yes there are some solutions.
And let me just do one simple conceptual thing: if I plot science as a proxy for control of the production process and scale.
What you see is that we've started in the left-hand corner with traditional agriculture, which was sort of small-scale and low-control.
We've moved towards large-scale and very high control.
What I want us to do is to keep up the science and even get more science in there but go to a kind of regional scale -- not just in terms of the scale of the fields, but in terms of the entire food network.
That's where we should move.
And the ultimate may be, but it doesn't apply to cereals, that we have entirely closed ecosystems -- the horticultural systems right at the top left-hand corner.
So we need to think differently about agriculture science.
Agriculture science for most people -- and there are not many farmers among you here -- has this name of being bad, of being about pollution, about large-scale, about the destruction of the environment.
That is not necessary.
We need more science and not less. And we need good science.
So what kind of science can we have?
Well first of all I think we can do much better on the existing technologies.
Use biotechnology where useful, particularly in pest and disease resistance.
There are also robots, for example, who can recognize weeds with a resolution of half an inch.
We have much cleverer irrigation.
We do not need to spill the water if we don't want to.
And we need to think very dispassionately about the comparative advantages of small-scale and large-scale.
We need to think that land is multi-functional.
It has different functions.
There are different ways in which we must use it -- for residential, for nature, for agriculture purposes.
And we also need to re-examine livestock.
Go regional and go to urban food systems.
I want to see fish ponds in parking lots and basements.
I want to have horticulture and greenhouses on top of residential areas.
And I want to use the energy that comes from those greenhouses and from the fermentation of crops to heat our residential areas.
There are all kinds of ways we can do it.
We cannot solve the world food problem by using biological agriculture.
But we can do a lot more.
And the main thing that I would really ask all of you as you go back to your countries, or as you stay here: ask your government for an integrated food policy.
Food is as important as energy, as security, as the environment.
Everything is linked together.
So we can do that. In fact in a densely populated country like the River Delta, where I live in the Netherlands, we have combined these functions.
So this is not science fiction. We can combine things even in a social sense of making the rural areas more accessible to people -- to house, for example, the chronically sick.
There is all kinds of things we can do.
But there is something you must do. It's not enough for me to say, "Let's get more bold science into agriculture."
You must go back and think about your own food chain.
Talk to farmers. When was the last time you went to a farm and talked to a farmer?
Talk to people in restaurants.
Understand where you are in the food chain, where your food comes from.
Understand that you are part of this enormous chain of events.
And that frees you up to do other things.
And above all, to me, food is about respect.
It's about understanding, when you eat, that there are also many people who are still in this situation, who are still struggling for their daily food.
And the kind of simplistic solutions that we sometimes have, to think that doing everything by hand is going to be the solution, is really not morally justified.
We need to help to lift them out of poverty.
We need to make them proud of being a farmer because they allow us to survive.
Never before, as I said, has the responsibility for food been in the hands of so few.
And never before have we had the luxury of taking it for granted because it is now so cheap.
And I think there is nobody else who has expressed better, to me, the idea that food, in the end, in our own tradition, is something holy.
It's not about nutrients and calories.
It's about sharing. It's about honesty. It's about identity.
Who said this so beautifully was Mahatma Gandhi, 75 years ago, when he spoke about bread.
He did not speak about rice, in India. He said, "To those who have to go without two meals a day, God can only appear as bread."
And so as I'm finishing my bread here -- and I've been baking it, and I'll try not to burn my hands.
Let me share with those of you here in the first row.
Let me share some of the food with you.
Take some of my bread.
And as you eat it, and as you try it -- please come and stand up.
Have some of it.
I want you to think that every bite connects you to the past and the future: to these anonymous farmers, that first bred the first wheat varieties; and to the farmers of today, who've been making this. And you don't even know who they are.
Every meal you eat contains ingredients from all across the world.
Everything makes us so privileged, that we can eat this food, that we don't struggle every day.
And that, I think, evolutionarily-speaking is unique.
We've never had that before.
So enjoy your bread.
Eat it, and feel privileged.
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It was Leon, after all. There was no mistaking it.
He was also accompanied by the lightning beasts that surrounded him.
ãIs that you, Inglis girl......!? Youâve grown even prettier......!ã
ãWhy are you here......!?ã
Leon should have been under the Ironblood Chain Brigade now.
So, does that mean that the Ironblood Chain Brigade is scheming something in the capital?
Is it an attempt to interfere with the transaction with the Highland that Faris mentioned, after all?
I wonder if the Slasher is part of their plan.
However, besides Leon, there was another man with a bizarre appearance that was positioned behind him.
It was a mysterious person with Runes all over his body.
His face was hiding behind a silver mask, making it impossible to find out his profile.
He told them it was a Rune Eater.
Looking at their positions, it appeared that Leon was confronting the slasher.
ãExplode!ã
The lightning beasts roared and exploded, generating so much light that made anyone unable to open their eyes.
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Even for Inglis, she couldnât help but close her eyes for a momentââ
ãLater! Iâll leave this one to you!ã
And they heard such a remark.
By the time Inglis opened her eyes again, Leonâs figure was nowhere to be seen.
As usual, his swiftness in retreat could be said to be top-notch.
ââHowever, the curtain wasnât closed yet.
The mysterious man with many Runes that stood opposite to Leon still lingered in the scene.
ã...... Who are you? Are your the slasher who assaults Rune owners?ã
Normally, there was only one instance of rune for each person.
As how every individual had their own unique nature of mana, the Rune that was etched onto their person was unique.
This mechanism was designed for people of the current age who couldnât perceive nor manipulate mana all by themselves.
However, for this man, along with several Rune instances on his body, Inglis also could feel several different mana wavelengths from him.
From how she looked, this man appeared to have several peopleâs portions of Runes and Mana overlapping in himself.
And the total of all of thoseââmade Inglisâ mouth loosened up.
Seems like Iâve finally run into a tough opponent after a while.
ãIf itâs okay with you, Iâd like you to assault me too.ã
ã ââNo... need. Ugly tasting... woman.ã
His speech was broken, but he gave a reply.
ãIâm often praised for my appearance, just so you know.ã
ãWell, how about this then?ã
Inglis changed the Ether that enveloped her body into mana.
The man howled like in wild ecstasy.
ãHere you go. If you can take it, that is.ã
With a grin hanging from one ear to another, Inglis beckoned the man.
The man came charging at Inglis from a low posture, shrieking like a mindless beast.
ââHeâs pretty fast!
Perhaps, his movements wouldnât lose to those of the Hyrule Menaces.
However, it wasnât so fast that Inglis couldnât react.
The punches, kicks, and body blows that he fiercely carried out, all was seen through and evaded paper-thin by Inglis.
The manâs attacks were getting bigger as he grew impatient that none of his assaults hit the mark.
ãWhatâs wrong? Please show the power of those Runes.ã
While avoiding the scooping uppercut, Inglis delivered a palm strike to her opponent.
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He has quite the endurance. Interesting.
Some of the Runes on his body increased their brilliance intensity.
With a clink, dry sound of something freezing over, sharp blades of ice formed in his both hands.
He once again kicked the ground, rushing towards Inglis.
ââHeâs even faster!
Inglis evaded the incoming two ice blades with gorgeous dancing moves.
During that timeââAnother Rune glowed from his body, and his figure then vanished.
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Relying on presence, the sensation of air on her skin, and the whistling sound, Inglis evaded the incoming slashesââ
But, it was certain that the difficulty of handling those attacks skyrocketed compared to before.
Inglisâ silvery long hair was touched by her enemyâs blade, leaving some strands fluttering apart.
If all she did was evading, she would eventually be cornered.
If thatâs the case
, Inglis scrutinized as she predicted the invisible enemyâs attacks then grabbed both of his wrists to a stop.
The manâs agitation traveled to Inglis.
ãWeâre not done yet.... Please show all the Runes you havenât activated yet. Weâre having such a good bout after all, are we not? Please, humor me.ã
Inglis meant to ask him in a friendly manner.
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Had I been sleeping then?
...I donât know... I could feel my body now.
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Uhh...?
I will try to move my arms and legs.
Hmm. They move fine... But I seem to be on my side.
I suppose that I was sleeping then.
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I opened my eyes.
Yes. I could see.
This... It was familiar. The room that I had been assigned to me in the mansion.
In order to change my view, I turned my head to the side.
âHuh? Ms. Claire?â
Ms. Claire was in front of me.
And not just her.
Sebastian, Ms. Lyra, Ms. Gelda. Leo and the fenrir were there as well.
âMr. Takumi!?â
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âYou are awake, Mr. Takumi!â
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Hmm? Why were they all so surprised?
Also, why were they inside of my room?
âEveryone. What happened?â
âMr. Takumi. You do not remember?â
âYou fainted in the drawing room.â
The drawing room... Now that I thought about it, I remember talking with Ms. Claire.
Yes. It was right after we returned from the forest.
I am starting to remember different things now.
I donât know why, but my vision had suddenly become white and I lost consciousness.
And I had been sleeping here because someone must have carried me.
â...Good morning.â
âHa...really, Mr. Takumi... Good morning. You seemed to have slept well.â
âYou gave us a terrible fright, Mr. Takumi.â
âWuff-wuff!â
Ms. Claire and Sebastian sounded a little exasperated as they answered.
Even Leo was sighing visibly... Shouldnât you say good morning, Leo?
Thinking this, I said good morning to Tilura, Ms. Lyra, Ms. Gelda, and the fenrir as well.
âMr. Takumi. Can you get up?â
âYes.â
As Ms. Claire asked this, I sat up and then got out of my bed.
Sebastian said with relief as he saw me get to my feet.
Yes, I didnât think anything was wrong. It was the same old feeling after a good nightâs sleep.
âWuff.â
As Leo rubbed her face into me, I patted her on the head.
I suppose she really was worried?
âMr. Takumi. Perhaps we should go to the drawing room? Then we can tell you about how you fainted.â
âVery well.â
Indeed, this was not the place to start having a conversation.
There were no chairs, and so you would have to stand or sit on the floor.
And that might be fine for Leo or the fenrir, but Ms. Claire and Tilura were the daughters of a duke, and Sebastian was not likely to permit something so ill-mannered.
Ms. Lyra and Ms Gelda left first, and said they would prepare the drawing room.
Ms. Claire gave me a concerned look, and then said that she would be waiting for me, and then she took Tilura and left the room.
Apparently, Sebastian would come with me and Leo.
I didnât know why, but I had fainted.
So he probably wanted to make sure that I could walk properly.
And so I quickly got ready and then headed to the drawing room with Leo and Sebastian.
Sebastian knocked on the door and Ms. Claire gave him permission to enter.
Inside, Ms. Claire and Tilura were sitting. The fenrir was on Tiluraâs lap.
Ms. Lyra and Ms. Gelda waited by the door, and Sebastian moved to stand next to Ms. Claire.
Leo and I went to the table and then Ms. Lyra poured me a cup of tea.
âSo, Mr. Takumi. Do you remember what happened right before you fainted?â
Asked Ms. Claire after I had taken a sip of the tea.
Hmm. Before I fainted...
âI know that after we returned from the forest, I came to this drawing room.â
âThatâs right. And you and Leo were relaxing. But what about after that?â
After that?
âMs. Claire and Tilura came here...and we were talking.â
âSo you do remember. It was when we were speaking that you fainted.â
But what had we been talking about... I think it was...about Weed Cultivation.
Thatâs right, I was going to tell Ms. Claire about my research with it. And then my vision suddenly turned white.
Thinking about it now, the sensation of everything going white returned for a second, and I shuddered.
âAre you alright? You look a little pale.â
â...Yes, Iâm fine. I just remember the moment before I fell...â âThe moment before... What did it feel like? Ah, um...you do not have to say it if you donât want to think about it.â
Ms. Claire asked as she looked at my face worriedly. But she also realized that I might not want to talk about it.
While it wasnât something that I wanted to remember, they were all so worried about me, and so I thought that I should tell them.
Besides, I was getting used to thinking about it... Yes, it was nothing.
âIâm fine. I can talk about it.â âWuff?â
âThanks for your concern, Leo. I really am fine.â
Leo was staring at me from the side. She even barked questioningly, but I was fine.
I patted her on the head with gratitude.
âIf you say so, Mr. Takumi...â âYes. Uh... When it happened, my vision suddenly turned white.â
âWhite... And you couldnât see anything?â
âNothing but white. But I could still hear. I remember hearing the voices of Leo, Ms. Claire and Tilura calling to me.â
âIt must have been very frightening...to not be able to see.â
Ms. Claire and Tilura seemed to be imagining the moment, and they looked pale.
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âAnd so, she eavesdropped on my conversation and went to defeat the Mountain Serpent.â
âOh dear! As always, you can never be careful with Lady Nicole around.â
âNo, Michelle was the one who proposed it. It wasnât by my initiative.â
âThere you go putting the blame on others again. And girls you went and actually defeated it. I canât even get angry despite wanting to.â
âThat also sounds like what Lady Nicole would do. She always pushes on with her recklessness.â
Even Finia was trying to roll her eyes so I gave up. I lied down on the table with a groan and sipped the milk mixed with honey that was my usual routine before bed.
âNot you too, Finia. Cortina already yelled at me enough.â
âLady Nicole, thatâs not what I mean, you know? If that reached Lord Lyellâs eaââ
Just as Finia started to say it, someone started knocking on the door. And with it, came an almost grieving yell.
âNICOOOOOOLEE!?â
Of course, I knew who that voice was. Iâve heard it plenty of times in my past life, or even in this. Needless to say, it was Lyellâs.
âFinia, havenât you heard of a proverb, âspeak of the devilâ?â
âBut Lord Lyell comes once every three days... Itâs about time for him to come, right?â
Lyell and Maria last visited exactly three days ago, the night before the excursion. As she said, it wasnât weird for him to intrude on us now, but what about this timing?
As it was burdening Maria, their visits through teleportation had decreased compared to before. But they still did it every two or three days. They were both quite devoted, showing themselves about three times a week.
That was just how loved I was. However, while a normal child would be happy about it, I was quite conflicted about it given who I was.
The reason behind their frequency decreasing was also linked to the fact the teleporting destination was set up at Maxwellâs house. Teleportation magic wasnât something that should be displayed too openly, so they decided to set it there. In other words, every time they leaped here, they would be intruding on Maxwell.
Thus, the two opened the door with their duplicate key and barged in. Their faces were dyed red from worry and anger.
âWelcome, Dad, Mom.â
âWelcome, Lord Lyell, Lady Maria.â
âHey, at least wait for the house owner to open the door.â
The three of us greeted them in three different ways. No, well, Cortinaâs wasnât exactly a greeting. At any rate, I realized why the twoâparticularly Mariaâwere angry. I could guess that the details about the Mountain Serpent had reached their ears. Now, it was critical for me to shift the point of their anger away from me.
âNicole, on your knees.â
âHuh? What?â
â...Okay.â
And yet, I failed at it right away. I obeyed Mariaâs angry command without even managing to say an excuse. She was scary once she became like that. Way scarier than Lyell could ever be.
If you talked back to her, sheâd look at you as if she was looking at the filth. That was during my past life, though.
âI heard you defeated the Mountain Serpent.â
âYes.â
âJust you kids.â
âKabby was with us too.â
So even Maria calls Kabby âthatâ, huh? What a poor fellow.
âDonât go and do something so dangerous! Do you know how worried I was!?â
âBut I had a good enough chance of victory. It was Cortinaâs plan, so there was no chance for an unlikely event...â
âHey, donât drag me into it!â
She was looking at the situation with a smug face, but when her name got called out she started panicking. She was well aware of how scary Maria could be. She probably didnât want to become a side victim of our quarrel.
But when we die, we die together, Cortina. You are at fault for leaking that plan to me.
âIâll deal with Cortina later,
âPHYSICALLY?â
âMentally too.â
âI GET BOTH!?â
She raised a hopeless shriek. But Maria ignored her and continued her sermon. Instead, her saddened voice started to gradually change. Well, this is hard.
âListen, Nicole. I think we did something bad to you. The reason your body is weak is due to not raising you with my milk.â
âIt was me who was not drinking it...â
Right, back then I was feeling reserved to suck on Mariaâs breasts, so I was on a half hunger strike. That influenced my growth and manifested as my weak constitution. But that was something I did out of my own will, and not something Maria should be blamed for.
âEven if that was the case, I should have forcibly made you drink it, I still think of it all the time. But you were so cute I couldnât make myself do it. But because of that, you gained a very weak constitution.â
âFortunately, your body started to become stronger as you aged. But that was all thanks to your own efforts and not ours.â
âBut stillââ
âNicole. I failed once, so let me say this much. If I had to compare, your body is like a tattered carriage. But pulling it is the strongest warhorse.â
Maria started explaining by comparing my body to a carriage.
Body like that of a tattered carriage. The strongest warhorse referred to my training with Lyell. If I put my body under such excess power, it would eventually break down.
As she said, there was always the possibility of me breaking my body due to having power inappropriate for a child.
âThatâs why, please, stop being so reckless at least until youâve grown some more.â
âO-Okay...â
As Maria pleaded to me with tears welling up in her eyes, I could do nothing but reply with that. I was quite forgetful about it, however, while this body belonged to me, it also belonged to Mariaâs daughter. In a way, it wasnât just my own body.
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It's the idea of computation.
Now, of course, that idea has brought us all of the computer technology we have today and so on.
But there's actually a lot more to computation than that.
It's really a very deep, very powerful, very fundamental idea, whose effects we've only just begun to see.
Well, I myself have spent the past 30 years of my life working on three large projects that really try to take the idea of computation seriously.
So I started off at a young age as a physicist using computers as tools. Then, I started drilling down, thinking about the computations I might want to do, trying to figure out what primitives they could be built up from and how they could be automated as much as possible.
based on symbolic programming and so on that let me build Mathematica.
And for the past 23 years, at an increasing rate, we've been pouring more and more ideas and capabilities and so on into Mathematica, and I'm happy to say that that's led to many good things in R & D and education, lots of other areas.
Well, I have to admit, actually, that I also had a very selfish reason for building Mathematica: I wanted to use it myself, a bit like Galileo got to use his telescope 400 years ago.
But I wanted to look not at the astronomical universe, but at the computational universe.
So we normally think of programs as being complicated things that we build for very specific purposes.
But what about the space of all possible programs?
Here's a representation of a really simple program.
So, if we run this program, this is what we get.
Very simple.
So let's try changing the rule for this program a little bit.
Now we get another result, still very simple.
Try changing it again.
You get something a little bit more complicated.
But if we keep running this for a while, we find out that although the pattern we get is very intricate, it has a very regular structure.
So the question is: Can anything else happen?
Well, we can do a little experiment.
Let's just do a little mathematical experiment, try and find out.
Let's just run all possible programs of the particular type that we're looking at.
They're called cellular automata.
You can see a lot of diversity in the behavior here.
Most of them do very simple things, but if you look along all these different pictures, at rule number 30, you start to see something interesting going on.
So let's take a closer look at rule number 30 here.
So here it is.
We're just following this very simple rule at the bottom here, but we're getting all this amazing stuff.
It's not at all what we're used to, and I must say that, when I first saw this, it came as a huge shock to my intuition.
And, in fact, to understand it, I eventually had to create a whole new kind of science.
This science is different, more general, than the mathematics-based science that we've had for the past 300 or so years.
You know, it's always seemed like a big mystery: how nature, seemingly so effortlessly, manages to produce so much that seems to us so complex.
Well, I think we've found its secret: It's just sampling what's out there in the computational universe and quite often getting things like Rule 30 or like this.
And knowing that starts to explain a lot of long-standing mysteries in science.
It also brings up new issues, though, like computational irreducibility.
I mean, we're used to having science let us predict things, but something like this is fundamentally irreducible.
The only way to find its outcome is, effectively, just to watch it evolve.
It's connected to, what I call, the principle of computational equivalence, which tells us that even incredibly simple systems can do computations as sophisticated as anything.
It doesn't take lots of technology or biological evolution to be able to do arbitrary computation; just something that happens, naturally, all over the place.
Things with rules as simple as these can do it.
Well, this has deep implications about the limits of science, about predictability and controllability of things like biological processes or economies, about intelligence in the universe, about questions like free will and about creating technology.
You know, in working on this science for many years, I kept wondering, "What will be its first killer app?"
Well, ever since I was a kid, I'd been thinking about systematizing knowledge and somehow making it computable.
People like Leibniz had wondered about that too 300 years earlier.
But I'd always assumed that to make progress, I'd essentially have to replicate a whole brain.
Well, then I got to thinking: This scientific paradigm of mine suggests something different -- and, by the way, I've now got huge computation capabilities in Mathematica, and I'm a CEO with some worldly resources to do large, seemingly crazy, projects -- So I decided to just try to see how much of the systematic knowledge that's out there in the world we could make computable.
So, it's been a big, very complex project, which I was not sure was going to work at all.
But I'm happy to say it's actually going really well.
And last year we were able to release the first website version of Wolfram Alpha.
Its purpose is to be a serious knowledge engine that computes answers to questions.
So let's give it a try.
Let's start off with something really easy.
Hope for the best.
Very good. Okay.
So far so good.
Let's try something a little bit harder.
Let's do some mathy thing, and with luck it'll work out the answer and try and tell us some interesting things things about related math.
We could ask it something about the real world.
Let's say -- I don't know -- what's the GDP of Spain?
And it should be able to tell us that.
Now we could compute something related to this, let's say ... the GDP of Spain divided by, I don't know, the -- hmmm ...
let's say the revenue of Microsoft.
The idea is that we can just type this in, this kind of question in, however we think of it.
So let's try asking a question, like a health related question.
So let's say we have a lab finding that ...
you know, we have an LDL level of 140 for a male aged 50.
So let's type that in, and now Wolfram Alpha will go and use available public health data and try and figure out what part of the population that corresponds to and so on.
the International Space Station.
And what's happening here is that Wolfram Alpha is not just looking up something; where the International Space Station is right now at this moment, how fast it's going, and so on.
So Wolfram Alpha knows about lots and lots of kinds of things.
It's got, by now, pretty good coverage of everything you might find in a standard reference library.
But the goal is to go much further and, very broadly, to democratize all of this knowledge, and to try and be an authoritative source in all areas.
To be able to compute answers to specific questions that people have, not by searching what other people may have written down before, but by using built in knowledge to compute fresh new answers to specific questions.
Now, of course, Wolfram Alpha is a monumentally huge, long-term project with lots and lots of challenges.
For a start, one has to curate a zillion different sources of facts and data, and we built quite a pipeline of Mathematica automation and human domain experts for doing this.
But that's just the beginning.
Given raw facts or data to actually answer questions, one has to compute: one has to implement all those methods and models and algorithms and so on that science and other areas have built up over the centuries.
Well, even starting from Mathematica, this is still a huge amount of work.
of Mathematica code in Wolfram Alpha built by experts from many, many different fields.
Well, a crucial idea of Wolfram Alpha using ordinary human language, which means that we've got to be able to take all those strange utterances that people type into the input field and understand them.
And I must say that I thought that step might just be plain impossible.
Two big things happened: First, a bunch of new ideas about linguistics that came from studying the computational universe; and second, the realization that having actual computable knowledge completely changes how one can set about understanding language.
And, of course, now with Wolfram Alpha actually out in the wild, we can learn from its actual usage.
an interesting coevolution that's been going on between Wolfram Alpha and its human users, and it's really encouraging.
Right now, if we look at web queries, more than 80 percent of them get handled successfully the first time.
And if you look at things like the iPhone app, the fraction is considerably larger.
So, I'm pretty pleased with it all.
But, in many ways, we're still at the very beginning with Wolfram Alpha.
I mean, everything is scaling up very nicely and we're getting more confident.
You can expect to see Wolfram Alpha technology showing up in more and more places, working both with this kind of public data, like on the website, for people and companies and so on.
You know, I've realized that Wolfram Alpha actually gives one a whole new kind of computing that one can call knowledge-based computing, in which one's starting not just from raw computation, but from a vast amount of built-in knowledge.
And when one does that, one really changes the economics of delivering computational things, whether it's on the web or elsewhere.
You know, we have a fairly interesting situation right now.
On the one hand, we have Mathematica, with its sort of precise, formal language and a huge network of carefully designed capabilities able to get a lot done in just a few lines.
Let me show you a couple of examples here.
So here's a trivial piece of Mathematica programming.
Here's something where we're sort of integrating a bunch of different capabilities here.
Here we'll just create, in this line, a little user interface that allows us to do something fun there.
If you go on, that's a slightly more complicated program that's now doing all sorts of algorithmic things and creating user interface and so on.
But it's something that is very precise stuff.
It's a precise specification with a precise formal language that causes Mathematica to know what to do here.
Then on the other hand, we have Wolfram Alpha, with all the messiness of the world and human language and so on built into it.
So what happens when you put these things together?
I think it's actually rather wonderful.
With Wolfram Alpha inside Mathematica, you can, for example, make precise programs Here's a real simple example.
You can also just sort of give vague input and then try and have Wolfram Alpha figure out what you're talking about.
Let's try this here.
But actually I think the most exciting thing about this to democratize programming.
I mean, anyone will be able to say what they want in plain language.
Then, the idea is that Wolfram Alpha will be able to figure out what precise pieces of code can do what they're asking for and then show them examples that will let them pick what they need to build up bigger and bigger, precise programs.
So, sometimes, Wolfram Alpha will be able to do the whole thing immediately and just give back a whole big program that you can then compute with.
Here's a big website where we've been collecting lots of educational and other demonstrations about lots of kinds of things.
I'll show you one example here.
This is just an example of one of these computable documents.
This is probably a fairly small piece of Mathematica code that's able to be run here.
Okay. Let's zoom out again.
So, given our new kind of science, is there a general way to use it to make technology?
So, with physical materials, we're used to going around the world and discovering that particular materials are useful for particular technological purposes.
Well, it turns out we can do very much the same kind of thing There's an inexhaustible supply of programs out there.
The challenge is to see how to harness them for human purposes.
Something like Rule 30, for example, turns out to be a really good randomness generator.
Other simple programs are good models for processes in the natural or social world. And, for example, Wolfram Alpha and Mathematica are actually now full of algorithms that we discovered by searching the computational universe.
And, for example, this -- if we go back here -- this has become surprisingly popular finding musical forms by searching the computational universe.
In a sense, we can use the computational universe to get mass customized creativity.
I'm hoping we can, for example, use that even to get Wolfram Alpha to routinely do invention and discovery on the fly, and to find all sorts of wonderful stuff that no engineer and no process of incremental evolution would ever come up with.
Well, so, that leads to kind of an ultimate question: Could it be that someplace out there in the computational universe we might find our physical universe?
Perhaps there's even some quite simple rule, some simple program for our universe.
Well, the history of physics would have us believe that the rule for the universe must be pretty complicated.
But in the computational universe, we've now seen how rules that are incredibly simple can produce incredibly rich and complex behavior.
So could that be what's going on with our whole universe?
If the rules for the universe are simple, it's kind of inevitable that they have to be very abstract and very low level; operating, for example, far below the level of space or time, which makes it hard to represent things.
But in at least a large class of cases, one can think of the universe as being like some kind of network, which, when it gets big enough, behaves like continuous space in much the same way as having lots of molecules can behave like a continuous fluid.
Well, then the universe has to evolve by applying little rules that progressively update this network.
And each possible rule, in a sense, corresponds to a candidate universe.
Actually, I haven't shown these before, but here are a few of the candidate universes Some of these are hopeless universes, completely sterile, with other kinds of pathologies like no notion of space, no notion of time, no matter, other problems like that.
But the exciting thing that I've found in the last few years is that you actually don't have to go very far in the computational universe before you start finding candidate universes that aren't obviously not our universe.
Here's the problem: Any serious candidate for our universe is inevitably full of computational irreducibility.
to find out how it will really behave, and whether it matches our physical universe.
A few years ago, I was pretty excited to discover that there are candidate universes with incredibly simple rules that successfully reproduce special relativity, and even general relativity and gravitation, and at least give hints of quantum mechanics.
So, will we find the whole of physics?
I don't know for sure, but I think at this point it's sort of almost embarrassing not to at least try.
Not an easy project.
One's got to build a lot of technology.
One's got to build a structure that's probably at least as deep as existing physics.
And I'm not sure what the best way to organize the whole thing is.
Build a team, open it up, offer prizes and so on.
But I'll tell you, here today, that I'm committed to seeing this project done, to see if, within this decade, the rule for our universe and know where our universe lies in the space of all possible universes ...
and be able to type into Wolfram Alpha, "the theory of the universe," and have it tell us.
So I've been working on the idea of computation building tools and methods and turning intellectual ideas into millions of lines of code and grist for server farms and so on.
With every passing year, I realize how much more powerful the idea of computation really is.
It's taken us a long way already, but there's so much more to come.
From the foundations of science to the limits of technology to the very definition of the human condition, I think computation is destined to be the defining idea of our future.
Thank you.
Chris Anderson: That was astonishing.
Stay here. I've got a question.
So, that was, fair to say, an astonishing talk.
Are you able to say in a sentence or two how this type of thinking could integrate at some point to things like string theory or the kind of things that people think of as the fundamental explanations of the universe?
Stephen Wolfram: Well, the parts of physics things like the standard model of physics: what I'm trying to do better reproduce the standard model of physics or it's simply wrong.
The things that people have tried to do in the last 25 years or so with string theory and so on have been an interesting exploration but hasn't quite gotten there.
My guess is that some great simplifications of what I'm doing may actually have considerable resonance with what's been done in string theory, but that's a complicated math thing that I don't yet know how it's going to work out.
CA: Benoit Mandelbrot is in the audience.
He also has shown how complexity can arise out of a simple start.
Does your work relate to his?
SW: I think so.
I view Benoit Mandelbrot's work as one of the founding contributions to this kind of area.
Benoit has been particularly interested in nested patterns, in fractals and so on, where the structure is something that's kind of tree-like, and where there's sort of a big branch that makes little branches and even smaller branches and so on.
That's one of the ways I think things like the Rule 30 cellular automaton get us to a different level.
In fact, in a very precise way, they get us to a different level because they seem to be things that are capable of complexity that's sort of as great as complexity can ever get ...
I could go on about this at great length, but I won't. CA: Stephen Wolfram, thank you. | {
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We're concerned in the national security community, and of course in the biology community and the public health community.
While globalization has increased travel, it's made it necessary that everybody be everywhere, all the time, all over the world.
And that means that your microbial hitchhikers are moving with you.
So a plague outbreak in Surat, India becomes not an obscure event, but a globalized event -- a globalized concern that has changed the risk equation.
Katrina showed us that we cannot completely depend on government to have readiness in hand, to be capable of handling things. Indeed, an outbreak would be multiple Katrinas at once.
Our big concern at the moment is a virus called H5N1 flu -- some of you call it bird flu -- which first emerged in southern China, in the mid-1990s, but we didn't know about it until 1997.
At the end of last Christmas only 13 countries had seen H5N1.
But we're now up to 55 countries in the world, have had this virus emerge, in either birds, or people or both.
In the bird outbreaks we now can see that pretty much the whole world has seen this virus except the Americas.
And I'll get into why we've so far been spared in a moment.
In domestic birds, especially chickens, it's 100 percent lethal.
It's one of the most lethal things we've seen in circulation in the world in any recent centuries.
And we've dealt with it by killing off lots and lots and lots of chickens, and unfortunately often not reimbursing the peasant farmers with the result that there's cover-up.
It's also carried on migration patterns of wild migratory aquatic birds. There has been this centralized event in a place called Lake Chenghai, China.
Two years ago the migrating birds had a multiple event where thousands died because of a mutation occurring in the virus, which made the species range broaden dramatically.
So that birds going to Siberia, to Europe, and to Africa carried the virus, which had not previously been possible.
We're now seeing outbreaks in human populations -- so far, fortunately, small events, tiny outbreaks, occasional clusters.
The virus has mutated dramatically in the last two years of the H5N1 viral tree with branches in them, and with different attributes that are worrying.
So what's concerning us? Well, first of all, at no time in history have we succeeded in making in a timely fashion, a specific vaccine for more than 260 million people.
It's not going to do us very much good in a global pandemic.
You've heard about the vaccine we're stockpiling.
But nobody believes it will actually be particularly effective if we have a real outbreak.
So one thought is: after 9/11, when the airports closed, our flu season was delayed by two weeks.
So the thought is, hey, maybe what we should do is just immediately -- we hear there is H5N1 spreading from human to human, the virus has mutated to be a human-to-human transmitter -- let's shut down the airports.
However, huge supercomputer analyses, done of the likely effectiveness of this, show that it won't buy us much time at all.
And of course it will be hugely disruptive in preparation plans.
For example, all masks are made in China.
How do you get them mobilized around the world if you've shut all the airports down?
How do you get the vaccines moved around the world and the drugs moved, and whatever may or not be available that would work.
So it turns out that shutting down the airports is counterproductive.
We're worried because this virus, unlike any other flu we've ever studied, can be transmitted by eating raw meat of the infected animals.
We've seen transmission to wild cats and domestic cats, and now also domestic pet dogs.
And in experimental feedings to rodents and ferrets, we found that the animals exhibit symptoms never seen with flu: seizures, central nervous system disorders, partial paralysis.
This is not your normal garden-variety flu.
It mimics what we now understand about reconstructing the 1918 flu virus, the last great pandemic, in that it also jumped directly from birds to people.
We had evolution over time, and this unbelievable mortality rate in human beings: 55 percent of people who have become infected with H5N1 have, in fact, succumbed.
And we don't have a huge number of people who got infected and never developed disease.
In experimental feeding in monkeys a specific immune system modulator.
The result is that what kills you is not the virus directly, but your own immune system overreacting, saying, "Whatever this is so foreign I'm going berserk."
The result: most of the deaths have been in people under 30 years of age, robustly healthy young adults.
We have seen human-to-human transmission in at least three clusters -- fortunately involving very intimate contact, still not putting the world at large at any kind of risk.
Alright, so I've got you nervous.
Now you probably assume, well the governments are going to do something.
And we have spent a lot of money.
Most of the spending in the Bush administration has actually been more related to the anthrax results and bio-terrorism threat.
But a lot of money has been thrown out at the local level and at the federal level to look at infectious diseases.
End result: only 15 states have been certified to be able to do mass distribution of vaccine and drugs in a pandemic.
Half the states would run out of hospital beds in the first week, maybe two weeks.
And 40 states already have an acute nursing shortage.
Add on pandemic threat, you're in big trouble.
So what have people been doing with this money?
Exercises, drills, all over the world.
Let's pretend there's a pandemic.
Let's everybody run around and play your role.
Main result is that there is tremendous confusion.
Most of these people don't actually know what their job will be.
And the bottom line, major thing that has come through in every single drill: nobody knows who's in charge.
Nobody knows the chain of command.
If it were Los Angeles, is it the mayor, the governor, the President of the United States, the head of Homeland Security?
In fact, the federal government says it's a guy called the Principle Federal Officer, who happens to be with TSA.
The government says the federal responsibility will basically be about trying to keep the virus out, which we all know is impossible, and then to mitigate the impact primarily on our economy.
The rest is up to your local community.
Everything is about your town, where you live.
Well how good a city council you have, how good a mayor you have -- that's who's going to be in charge.
Most local facilities would all be competing to try and get their hands on their piece of the federal stockpile of a drug called Tamiflu, which may or may not be helpful -- I'll get into that -- of available vaccines, and any other treatments, and masks, and anything that's been stockpiled.
And you'll have massive competition.
Now we did purchase a vaccine, you've probably all heard about it, made by Sanofi-Aventis.
Unfortunately it's made against the current form of H5N1.
We know the virus will mutate. It will be a different virus.
The vaccine will probably be useless.
So here's where the decisions come in.
You're the mayor of your local town.
Let's see, should we order that all pets be kept indoors?
Germany did that when H5N1 appeared in Germany last year, between households by household cats, dogs and so on.
What do we do when we don't have any containment rooms with reverse air that will allow the healthcare workers to take care of patients?
These are in Hong Kong; we have nothing like that here.
What about quarantine?
During the SARS epidemic in Beijing quarantine did seem to help.
We have no uniform policies regarding quarantine across the United States.
And some states have differential policies, county by county.
But what about the no-brainer things? Should we close all the schools?
Well then what about all the workers? They won't go to work if their kids aren't in school.
Encouraging telecommuting? What works?
Well the British government did a model of telecommuting.
Six weeks they had all people in the banking industry pretend a pandemic was underway.
What they found was, the core functions -- you know you still sort of had banks, but you couldn't get people to put money in the ATM machines.
Nobody was processing the credit cards.
Your insurance payments didn't go through.
And basically the economy would be in a disaster state of affairs.
And that's just office workers, bankers.
We don't know how important hand washing is for flu -- shocking. One assumes it's a good idea to wash your hands a lot.
But actually in scientific community there is great debate about what percentage of flu transmission between people is from sneezing and coughing and what percentage is on your hands.
The Institute of Medicine tried to look at the masking question.
Can we figure out a way, since we know we won't have enough masks because we don't make them in America anymore, they're all made in China -- do we need N95? A state-of-the-art, top-of-the-line, must-be-fitted-to-your-face mask?
Or can we get away with some different kinds of masks?
In the SARS epidemic, we learned in Hong Kong that most of transmission was because people were removing their masks improperly.
And their hand got contaminated with the outside of the mask, and then they rubbed their nose. Bingo! They got SARS.
It wasn't flying microbes.
If you go online right now, you'll get so much phony-baloney information.
You'll end up buying -- this is called an N95 mask. Ridiculous.
We don't actually have a standard for what should be the protective gear for the first responders, the people who will actually be there on the front lines.
And Tamiflu. You've probably heard of this drug, made by Hoffmann-La Roche, patented drug.
There is some indication that it may buy you some time in the midst of an outbreak.
Should you take Tamiflu for a long period of time, well, one of the side effects is suicidal ideations.
A public health survey analyzed the effect that large-scale Tamiflu use would have, actually shows it counteractive to public health measures, making matters worse.
And here is the other interesting thing: when a human being ingests Tamiflu, only 20 percent is metabolized appropriately to be an active compound in the human being.
The rest turns into a stable compound, which survives filtration into the water systems, thereby exposing the very aquatic birds that would carry flu and providing them a chance to breed resistant strains.
And we now have seen Tamiflu-resistant strains in both Vietnam in person-to-person transmission, and in Egypt in person-to-person transmission.
So I personally think that our life expectancy for Tamiflu as an effective drug is very limited -- very limited indeed.
Nevertheless most of the governments have based their whole flu policies on building stockpiles of Tamiflu.
Russia has actually stockpiled enough for 95 percent of all Russians.
We've stockpiled enough for 30 percent.
When I say enough, that's two weeks worth.
And then you're on your own because the pandemic is going to last for 18 to 24 months.
Some of the poorer countries that have had the most experience with H5N1 have built up stockpiles; they're already expired. They are already out of date.
What do we know from 1918, the last great pandemic?
The federal government abdicated most responsibility.
And so we ended up with this wild patchwork of regulations all over America.
Every city, county, state did their own thing.
And the rules and the belief systems were wildly disparate.
In some cases all schools, all churches, all public venues were closed.
The pandemic circulated three times in 18 months in the absence of commercial air travel.
The second wave was the mutated, super-killer wave.
And in the first wave we had enough healthcare workers.
But by the time the second wave hit it took such a toll among the healthcare workers that we lost most of our doctors and nurses that were on the front lines.
Overall we lost 700,000 people.
The virus was 100 percent lethal to pregnant women and we don't actually know why.
Most of the death toll was 15 to 40 year-olds -- robustly healthy young adults.
It was likened to the plague.
We don't actually know how many people died.
The low-ball estimate is 35 million.
This was based on European and North American data.
A new study by Chris Murray at Harvard shows that if you look at the databases that were kept by the Brits in India, there was a 31-fold greater death rate among the Indians.
So there is a strong belief that in places of poverty the death toll was far higher.
And that a more likely toll is somewhere in the neighborhood of 80 to 100 million people before we had commercial air travel.
So are we ready?
As a nation, no we're not.
And I think even those in the leadership would say that is the case, that we still have a long ways to go.
So what does that mean for you? Well the first thing is, I wouldn't start building up personal stockpiles of anything -- for yourself, your family, or your employees -- unless you've really done your homework.
What mask works, what mask doesn't work.
How many masks do you need?
The Institute of Medicine study felt that you could not recycle masks.
Well if you think it's going to last 18 months, are you going to buy 18 months worth of masks for every single person in your family?
We don't know -- again with Tamiflu, the number one side effect of Tamiflu is flu-like symptoms.
So then how can you tell who in your family has the flu if everybody is taking Tamiflu?
If you expand that out to think of a whole community, or all your employees in your company, the Tamiflu option might be.
Everybody has come up to me and said, well I'll stockpile water or, I'll stockpile food, or what have you.
But really? Do you really have a place to stockpile 18 months worth of food? Twenty-four months worth of food?
Do you want to view the pandemic threat the way back in the 1950s people viewed the civil defense issue, and build your own little bomb shelter for pandemic flu?
I don't think that's rational.
I think it's about having to be prepared as communities, not as individuals -- being prepared as nation, being prepared as state, being prepared as town.
And right now most of the preparedness is deeply flawed.
And I hope I've convinced you of that, which means that the real job is go out and say to your local leaders, and your national leaders, "Why haven't you solved these problems?
Why are you still thinking that the lessons of Katrina do not apply to flu?"
And put the pressure where the pressure needs to be put.
But I guess the other thing to add is, if you do have employees, and you do have a company, I think you have certain responsibilities to demonstrate that you are thinking ahead for them, and you are trying to plan.
At a minimum the British banking plan showed that telecommuting can be helpful.
It probably does reduce exposure because people are not coming into the office and coughing on each other, or touching common objects and sharing things via their hands.
But can you sustain your company that way?
Well if you have a dot-com, maybe you can.
Otherwise you're in trouble.
Happy to take your questions.
Audience member: What factors determine the duration of a pandemic?
Laurie Garret: What factors determine the duration of a pandemic, we don't really know.
I could give you a bunch of flip, this, that, and the other.
But I would say that honestly we don't know.
Clearly the bottom line is the virus eventually attenuates, and ceases to be a lethal virus to humanity, and finds other hosts.
But we don't really know how and why that happens.
It's a very complicated ecology.
Audience member: What kind of triggers are you looking for?
You know way more than any of us.
To say ahh, if this happens then we are going to have a pandemic?
LG: The moment that you see any evidence of serious human-to-human to transmission.
Not just intimately between family members who took care of an ailing sister or brother, but a community infected -- spread within a school, spread within a dormitory, something of that nature.
Then I think that there is universal agreement now, at WHO all the way down: Send out the alert.
Audience member: Some research has indicated that statins can be helpful.
Can you talk about that?
LG: Yeah. There is some evidence that taking Lipitor and other common statins for cholesterol control may decrease your vulnerability to influenza.
But we do not completely understand why.
The mechanism isn't clear.
And I don't know that there is any way responsibly for someone to start medicating their children with their personal supply of Lipitor or something of that nature.
We have absolutely no idea what that would do.
You might be causing some very dangerous outcomes in your children, doing such a thing.
Audience member: How far along are we in being able to determine whether someone is actually carrying, whether somebody has this before the symptoms are full-blown?
LG: Right. So I have for a long time said that what we really needed was a rapid diagnostic.
And our Centers for Disease Control has labeled a test they developed a rapid diagnostic.
It takes 24 hours in a very highly developed laboratory, in highly skilled hands.
I'm thinking dipstick.
You could do it to your own kid. It changes color.
It tells you if you have H5N1.
In terms of where we are in science with DNA identification capacities and so on, it's not that far off.
But we're not there. And there hasn't been the kind of investment to get us there.
Audience member: In the 1918 flu I understand that they theorized that there was some attenuation of the virus when it made the leap into humans.
Is that likely, do you think, here?
I mean 100 percent death rate is pretty severe.
LG: Um yeah. So we don't actually know of the 1918 strain to wild birds before it jumped from birds to humans.
It's curious that there is no evidence of mass die-offs of chickens or household birds across America before the human pandemic happened.
That may be because those events were occurring on the other side of the world But the virus clearly went through one round around the world in a mild enough form that the British army in World War I actually certified that it was not a threat and would not affect the outcome of the war.
And after circulating around the world came back in a form that was tremendously lethal.
What percentage of infected people were killed by it?
Again we don't really know for sure.
It's clear that if you were malnourished to begin with, you had a weakened immune system, you lived in poverty in India or Africa, your likelihood of dying was far greater.
But we don't really know.
Audience member: One of the things I've heard is that the real death cause when you get a flu is the associated pneumonia, and that a pneumonia vaccine may offer you 50 percent better chance of survival.
LG: For a long time, researchers in emerging diseases were kind of dismissive of the pandemic flu threat on the grounds that back in 1918 they didn't have antibiotics.
And that most people who die of regular flu -- which in regular flu years is about 360,000 people worldwide, most of them senior citizens -- and they die not of the flu but because the flu gives an assault to their immune system.
And along comes pneumococcus or another bacteria, streptococcus and boom, they get a bacterial pneumonia.
But it turns out that in 1918 that was not the case at all.
And so far in the H5N1 cases in people, similarly bacterial infection has not been an issue at all.
It's this absolutely phenomenal disruption of the immune system that is the key to why people die of this virus.
And I would just add we saw the same thing with SARS.
So what's going on here is your body says, your immune system sends out all its sentinels and says, "I don't know what the heck this is.
We've never seen anything even remotely like this before."
It won't do any good to bring in the sharpshooters because those antibodies aren't here.
And it won't do any good to bring in the tanks and the artillery because those T-cells don't recognize it either.
So we're going to have to go all-out thermonuclear response, stimulate the total cytokine cascade.
The whole immune system swarms into the lungs.
And yes they die, drowning in their own fluids, of pneumonia.
But it's not bacterial pneumonia.
And it's not a pneumonia that would respond to a vaccine.
And I think my time is up. I thank you all for your attention. | {
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The one who had sent many spies into the palace.
As I had been alone when I killed him, Serulis and Shia did not know what he looked like.
Which was for the best.
âThis one is very fast!â
Shia and Serulis were fighting very well.
In fact, the sword Shia was using now was this Vampire Lordâs sword.
Danton came to stand next to me.
âI donât mean to boast, but my daughter moves very well.â
âYes, itâs impressive. Shia has improved a lot since I first met her.â
âReally?â
âYes. Iâm sure you can tell by watching. Besides, this illusion is very accurate.â
âI can see that.â
Danton nodded.
He was a warrior with a lot of experience in vampire hunting. He knew how strong a lord was.
The other chiefs also seemed to have noticed this.
They raised their voices in admiration at how well Shia and Serulis fought.
âItâs wonderful.â
I whispered.
When I had first met her, Shia was struggling against a goblin lord.
And now the two of them were fighting a vampire lord.
Serulis had also improved a lot.
Young people grew so quickly.
The children also watched the fight.
They stared with incredibly serious expressions. Just watching would be educational for them.
Danton watched them fight and said,
âI honestly find these illusions quite frightening.â
âDo you?â
âItâs too realistic.â
âWell, I actually met this vampire and killed him myself.â
Danton shook his head.
âWhile it may be difficult to do solo, we can also kill Lords if we work together.â
âOh?â
âBut itâs hard to analyze them. You have clearly understood everything about the way they move.â
âAh. I do like to observe while fighting. Iâm rather good at it.â
Even as we talked, I was making adjustments to it.
At the same time, I calculated the damage that Shia and Serulis were inflicting.
I would guess how the vampire would react if he was real..
It was pretty difficult.
â...I donât think it would be possible for you to do it unless there was a massive gap in power.â
âYou think so? Perhaps thatâs true.â
âYou know more about vampires than us. And we are supposed to be professionals.â
âThatâs not true.â
âNo, perhaps we know more about their tendencies and way of life, but you know everything about the way they fight.â
Danton gushed about how good the illusion was.
As it was my best work, I was quite happy about that.
âI would like to train with you later.â
âOf course. Let me know when you have time.â
A few other chiefs heard this and approached me.
âMister Locke. We would like to train with you as well.â
âYes. I donât mind as long as you have time.â
âThank you!â
The chiefs were very happy.
While we talked, Shia and Serulis continued to fight.
I also continued to calculate and make adjustments.
After a difficult battle, their synchronized attacks finally resulted in the lordâs head being removed from his shoulders.
Shia was quick to stab the fallen head.
Immediately after, the audience erupted into cheers.
âBrilliant!â
âThat was amazing, sister!â
Shia and Serulis looked a little embarrassed at all of the praise from the children and chiefs.
They both ran towards me.
âThank you for helping us with our training.â
They both said.
âIt was good training for me as well. Thank you.â
Shia and Serulis had been much faster than I expected.
âUm, Mister Locke. What did you think while watching us?â
âYou two were very good.â
Serulis shook her head.
âNo, I know very well that I have a long way to go.â
âThatâs right.â
âWell, I guess it depends on who you compare yourself with.â
They were much stronger than before.
However, they were definitely nowhere close to Eric and Goran.
Shia and Serulis had very ambitious goals. But it was good that they wanted to improve.
And so I gave them serious tips on what to change.
Shia and Serulis listened intently.
Even Grulf and Lord Gerberga listened.
Now that Shia and Serulis were done, I move to instruct Nia, Luchila, and the children.
I told them about how they could improve, and they listened carefully.
When training was finished, Grulf started running around in a circle.
His tail wagged furiously.
âYou want to go on a walk?â
Apparently, he did. Grulf usually wanted to go on a walk in the morning.
However, he had to wait today, because of the training.
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ãWhat should we do about him? Should we apprehend him? Or should we give an immediate punishment?ã
ãApprehend him. His Majesty the King will try him.ã
ãââWill that bring justice to every sin this man has done?ã
ãOf course. I swear it with my own name.ã
ãUnderstood.ã
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ã...... Hyohohyohohyo!! Not so fast, cutie-pie!ã
Voom!
The space in front of Myynti seemed to distort as he spoke.
From within the distortion, the Rune Eater from before appeared.
ã...... Heâs back?ã
Inglis could feel a strong mana movement rousing around.
ãHAHA! Itâs a teleportation technique! Quite the faithful doll for his look, isnât he!ã
ãIf so, then I just need to find a better way to dispose of him.ã
She then manipulated the mana to produce her own ice sword.
Whenever Inglis clad an ordinary weapon in an activated wave of Ether, she would break it because the weapon couldnât withstand the Ether wave.
The same also applied to this ice sword, as the last time Inglis tried it, the ice sword broke into pieces in a single swing.
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And different from conventional weapons, it didnât cost a single coin even if she were to break it, so her wallet wouldnât suffer any damage from it.
ãRani, I entrust His Excellency to you. Leone, you keep guarding Mister Faris.ã
ãGot that, Inglis!ã
ãYeah! Youâve defeated him before, so itâll be fine, right Glis?ã
ãYeah. It will be alright.ã
Inglis faced the Rune Eater with her ice sword at the ready.
ãHOHYO! Do you know why he didnât hunt for Runes after you defeated the last one? Itâs because I made sure to improve and strengthen him even further! Have at her!ã
With a snap, Myynti flicked his fingers.
The Runes all over the Rune Eaterâs body glowed red in blood at that moment.
ãHohyohyohyo! Just so you know, he is a monster whose metabolism has been swapped, he no longer consumes food as sustenance, but by robbing mana from others! By enhancing his basal metabolic rate, heâll starve faster as he gets stronger! Be quick or youâll die! Eat the other girlsâ mana! Weâll have the upper hand after that!ã
The Rune Eater kicked the floor as he tried to bypass Inglis and lunge into Rafinha.
ãââHeâs heading here!?ã
ãLeave it to me.ã
However, Inglis cut off his path, caught his arm, and threw him directly to the same wall as before.
Again he broke through the wall, and the Rune Eater was once again exposed to the sky.
ãHohyo!? So itâs not enough......!ã
Voom!
And so the space in front of Myynti distorted again.
ãOAAHHH!?!?ã
The Rune Eater came back again for the second time.
ãHohyo! More! I can still raise his metabolic rate even more!!ã
The red glow on his Runes intensified.
ãABYAAAHHH!!!!ã
The moment the Rune Eater kicked the ground, this time, he bustled about along the ceilings and the walls with great speed.
His agility was enhanced more than ever. Quite the brilliant sight, Inglis applauded it.
âBut, it didnât mean she couldnât catch him.
ã...... Still not enough. With just this much, you canât even touch Rani and Leone.ã
ãIs that the limit already? Then, I shall bring him down next.ã
From the moment he targeted Rafinha, mercy was no longer on the menu.
Myynti was just as guilty, but Inglis was ordered to apprehend him so they could try him, so she would go along with that scheme.
ãKgh......! Hohyohyohyo......! EEEIII!! GO OVER YOUR LIMIT!!!!ã
The Rune Eater, who got aboard yet again, now screeched at Myynti.
The Rune Eater raised a half-crazed roarââ
And pierced Myynti from his back, the ice sword protruded from the Highlanderâs chest.
ãHOHYO......!?!?!? N-, noââDonât you eat me......!!!ã
Myyntiâs body blackened like charcoal as he was sucked into the Rune Eater.
ãHeâs gone so far past his limits that he lost sight of who is a friend and who is a foe, huh? What a pitiable person you are. But I spare no sympathy for youââã
It would have been better for Myynti too if he kept the monsterâs lucidity intact.
ãAt the end of the day, itâs pointless even if I doââisnât it?ã
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âI see. That goes for you too, Letina?â
âMarquis and Margraves are about the same rank as I. I would rather they did not get in some strange rivalry with me.â
âOof, yeah letâs just stay away.â
I remained vigilant while Letina explained to me about the residents of the top floor. I was measuring the top floor layout as we walked. This was my ingrained habit in my previous life, but either way, I found out that the room sizes here were bigger compared to the other floors.
âAnd, this one at the very end is Duke Lamechâs room.â
âYou sent Adventurers to investigate this place and they didnât return, huh...â
âWell, such things happen. I feel bad for those people who accepted the commission.â
âItâs common for Adventurers to lose their lives after making a blunder.â
Letina felt down that she unintentionally sent a third party to a dangerous place. But even so, Adventurers should always be prepared for that, so she was not to be blamed.
Letina of course understood that too, but the fact that she still couldnât fully accept it was probably one of her faults. For better or worse, she had a strong sense of responsibility.
âStill, itâs quite a nice place here. The dorm mother is a kind person...okay maybe not exactly kind, but she didnât seem like a bad person.â
âThis is a magic academy, after all. They use all kinds of materials, and only hire those who can properly control themselves.â
âI guess that makes sense. Anyway, letâs check the remaining places too.â
They were entrusted with the master key of this dorm which had a lot of high-priced materials. They would not be suitable to be a dorm mother unless they were someone who could not be tempted with money.
âThe remaining places...? You already saw everything from the first to third floors, did you not?â
âThere are places a fresh transfer student canât easily enter, right? Places with medicine, for example, are important but hard to get into.â
With that, I grabbed Letina by the hand and escaped from this pandemonium-like fourth floor.
There were few people around since they were currently in classes, but there was no knowing what could happen if we remained together. But I also didnât wanna leave her alone there, so I chose to escape together.
I brought her to the first-floor kitchen. They taught the fundamentals of pharmacy in this academy too. And medicine had an inseparable relationship with salt and sugar. The Lamech household was suspected of selling illegal drugs, so he was probably ordering large quantities of salt and sugar when compounding them.
But within the academy where that supply was limited, this place was the strongest candidate of where he was getting his supplies.
âHello.â
âOh, is it you, Miss Letina!â
âLetina, you know them?â
âYes, I got acquainted with the head chef on the first day, due to Finiaâs matters.â
âNow that you mention it, Finia does love cooking.â
It wasnât just that.
The other party this time was suspected of handling drugs. There was a possibility that she would be served drugs in some way. I warned Finia to serve Letina her handmade cooking as much as possible as a countermeasure.
For that reason, she would be needing to borrow this place from time to time, so she probably came here to greet the chef first.
âAh, that lass has great skill! So much so that Iâd like to hire her but...â
âI am sorry to say, but she is my attendant. Please give up on that.â
âI suppose it canât be helped if sheâs the mistress of a Marquisâ daughter.â
âS-She is not my mistress!â
âLetina, he is teasing you. By the way, head chef, can my attendant use this place too?â
âAnd who may you be...?â
The head chef got influenced by Letinaâs sociable nature and started happily chatting, but then he finally noticed that I was a new face.
Den could apparently cook basic food already, so it wouldnât be bad to have him polish his skills here. That said, his skill was far from Finia now, and probably could only cook stuff as crudely as I did in my past life.
âMy apologies. I am Nicole who transferred here today.â
So I had to give him a good first impression.
Removing my eyepatch wouldâve done the job the fastest, but I was scared of letting a power I myself didnât really understand run wild. Even the design looked pirate-like, so I overlaid a black cloth on top of it.
Incidentally, when I asked Hastur to replace it with a normal design, he just rejected it with, âit wonât look cool, so no.â He was as much of a pain as Whitey.
At any rate, he would listen to my request as long as I wasnât impolite, so I decided to just be courteous here. I lightly grabbed the hem of my skirt and bent my knees. Unfortunately, the senior skirts werenât very long so I couldnât lift it up too much.
Spreading a longer skirt would have more air but... Actually, who cares about that now.
âAh, no need to give such a greeting to a cook like me. Still... Well, cooking is my job, but I suppose itâs fine if you are Miss Letinaâs acquaintance.â
âLetina, he seems quite fond of you. What did you do?â
âHuh, I simply asked for seconds during the first-day meal.â
âPeople normally donât do that, do they?â
âI was very hungry after moving in. And I am a former Adventurer too.â
âShe ate her fill without being picky. I felt glad to serve a student for the first time in a while.â
âI should have brought Michelle along if that would be the case. She eats twice as much as me.â
âUh, Letina, sheâs far worse now.â
âHuh, really...?â
Michelleâs appetite knew no bounds. And yet, all the meat only went to her breasts and butt, while her waist remained slender, which was quite hard to believe. She must be contracted with some fishy god for sure. But it wouldnât be Whitey at least. She was too flat for that.
âThat sounds fun. Please bring her over once!â
âIf she hears this was a place full of nobles, sheâd just run away. Thatâs what actually happened.â
âWell, itâs true that most of them are intolerable. Still, itâs a shame.â
âMy attendant uses quite a bit of seasoning, so would that be alright?â
âHmm? What a strange thing to ask. This isnât a place where they would take issue with how many ingredients or seasonings one person uses for their cooking.
Certainly, this kitchen was quite big, considering it was used to sate the hunger of over a hundred students.
The cold room and warehouse I could see deeper in probably stored a lot of ingredients.
Still, this wasnât the answer I was hoping for.
âI see. I was just wondering if they used a lot of salt and such, considering this was a magic academy. There are pharmacy classes, after all.â
âAh, well, they do sometimes send notices to borrow some. But not enough to considerably diminish the stored amount.â
âThatâs good.â
In other words, they were not carrying huge amounts of water and salt from here, huh. Those two were often used in solvents. If this place wasnât involved, there must be some other route.
Could it be some kind of drug that isnât made using water and salt?
âHmm, I still lack information.â
âHuh? Did you say something?â
âNo, Iâm just a little thirsty.â
âOh, really? I actually have fruit water here thatâs new on the menu!â
âHuuh?â
And like that, I ended up acting as a guinea pig for the head chef.
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The rough estimate of my stay in this academy would be until Cortinaâs special training ended three months later. Otherwise, Lyell and Maria could come rushing here if they heard of my enrollment.
If they come barging, this investigation would go to waste. I had to resolve this matter until then.
âLetâs start with the first floor I guess.â
I met the dorm mother earlier, but it wasnât a proper greeting. I had to ask her about the customs and rules of this dorm in further detail. And also use the chat to obtain information about the dorm structure and the students to be wary of.
I knocked on the dorm motherâs door and awaited a response.
âWho is it?â
âIt is Nicole from earlier. I came to greet you properly.â
âOh, what great timing. Please enter, I just made tea.â
I was now thankful that she was giving a relatively favorable reception to a commoner like me.
As I opened the door and entered, a neat room welcomed me.
I gave an amiable bow and quickly ran my eyes through the room but did not see anything suspicious. Even if there was, I donât think she would have put it in a visible place.
Still, at a glance, the furniture of the room was plain yet in a good taste, revealing the ownerâs honest personality.
âMy apologies for the earlier. I was a little disordered, having just arrived.â
âOh my, so even Berithâs hero gets nervous.â
âPlease let us not bring that up. I was desperate at that time.â
The incident where I stopped the half-demon riot had become a pretty big topic.
But people found it particularly interesting because it concerned the daughter of
Lyell and Maria. I never planned to be a hero back then, so every time someone brought it up, I felt like yelling at myself for being such a show-off.
I played with my skirtâs hem to distract myself from such impulses.
âYou donât have to feel so embarrassed about it. Come here and drink some tea.â
âOkay, but I was not particularly embarrassed.â
âIt looks like you are quite strong-willed contrary to your appearance.â
Like that, I chatted with her for a little while. The abundance of topics to have for such situations was an essential skill for assassins.
This reminds me, I could talk fine with girls in such cases even during my previous life, but I was a failure when it came to private life. I feel like it only grew worse after I headed north for the Evil Dragon extermination.
I also tried to ask her about the dorm rumors, but our target wasnât perceived to be among the students who would make suspicious moves. Then again, I shouldnât have expected him to make such conspicuous moves that this person would spot.
âThank you for everything. May I look around the dormitory for a bit?â
âYes, I donât mind. But high-class nobles reside on the fourth floor, so you should watch your conduct there.â
âUnderstood. Thank you for the warning.â
I bowed and excused myself, then started touring the place starting from the first floor.
The first floor was where high-class third-year students lived, and it had a cafeteria and baths, making the palace quite wide. There werenât as many students as in Raum, but given that they had a full boarding system here, the dormitory was as big as Raumâs school building.
âItâll take a while just to tour this.â
I briskly inspected the locations of every room while muttering to myself. I had no time to inspect the interiors, as expected. The first floor was for the senior students, but as they werenât from the fourth floor which I was concerned with, I didnât have to be so wary of them.
Then again, there might still be people who were used for errands among them.
While looking at the nameplates of the rooms, I only made notes of the noble children with a bad reputation, like, âthat countâs son lives here,â âthat other viscountâs here,â and so on, then moved to the second floor.
In the same way, I continued through the second and third floors. But people here had recently transferred so there was a low chance that they were under the influence of the Lamech household, who we thought to be the mastermind.
So far, I only had to pay attention to the few names on the first floor, so I didnât sense much danger. I said they had a bad reputation, but it was mostly on the level of things like sales through illegal channels or embezzlementâthings present in every kingdom.
At the very least, they shouldnât be people whoâd erase the dispatched Adventurers like it happened with Letina.
âSo the fourth floor is the real deal.â
Bracing myself, I headed up the stairs.
I saw golden drills waiting for me at the end. More accurately, Letina was waiting for me.
âGood grief! First you drove me out and then immediately started loitering inside the dormitory!â
âI mean, Letina, normally you should be in the school building right around now.â
âI notified the teachers that I would be taking care of the transfer student, so there are no problems!â
â...What a massive pain.â
What was the point of me transferring after a delay if she was gonna stick to me like this? I mean, I didnât feel bad about the fact that she was attached to me, but I wish she had considered time and place.
âOh well, there are few people today, but you should be careful when there are more, okay?â
âI am not that unprincipled. Leave it to me.â
âI really hope I can...â
I heaved a big sigh and climbed up, tapping her on the shoulder as I passed by. In response, she broke into a big smile and squeezed me into a hug from behind.
âLetina, your
âGrrrrrrr! Acting so cheeky just because yours are a little bigger, huh?!â
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Without deviating from the path, being attacked by magical beasts that prowled the forest, or having to make a detour due to the terrain, Pumpkin flew over the trees, a journey that would normally have taken a week, and after almost a full day of flying, he succeeded in reaching the enormous tree that Gorky had reported.
Although he was positioned at a distance away from the tree, he could see it was largeâor more accurately, abnormally massive Gorky had noted.
The adjacent trees were to meters high... but the tree in issue was at least several hundred meters taller than those around.
To put it bluntly, it was too gigantic.
âSo, the magic power and structure are exactly as reported.â
Even while the treeâs sheer size was nearly overwhelming, as Gorky pointed out, its summit carried a tremendous amount of magic power, and in Pumpkinâs eyes, it appeared as though it was veiled in mist or another form.
The tree was growing in such a way that it was entwined with the building, which was the result of the structure of the tree, which had some sort of building at its core.
When examined more closely, it became clear that the structureâs core was made up of many steel frames, which were presumably given a magical boost in terms of strength and resilience to the environment. It can be determined that it was a tower with some kind of use for which it was constructed by combining such steel frames.
The fundamental coloration was red and white, based on the portion that was visible between the trunk and branches.
Yeah. Itâs an enormously tall tower in red and white... Thereâs something about it that keeps nagging at the back of my memory but itâs not surfacing to my recollection...
Well, perhaps something in my previous life has stuck with me since I donât have any memory of being stuck in this life, but itâs been awhile since I reincarnated in this world... Itâs inevitable that there are things about my former life that I have forgotten.
âFor now, it would be best... not to fly too close to it.â
With his magic vision level lowered, Pumpkin observed the top of the tree.
Around the peak of the tree, large-scale turbulence has been generated, which may be due to the influence of the magic power emitted from the tree, and whoever attempted to approach the tree would be tenaciously driven away and knocked to the ground, throwing them off balance.
It may be possible to obstruct the wind by forcibly halting the movement of the air, like the soundproofing magic he once employed with his magic power but... the other party was likewise generating wind with magic power... When considering the likelihood of a catastrophe as a result of the strange interference of mutual magic power, it would be perilous to rush head-on into a confrontation.
âHmm?â
This was when the sensation of a gaze was felt on Pumpkinâs back that prompted him to turn his head.
The presence of the other person, though, was not to be found even as he looked back.
In light of the possibility that the other party was performing some kind of magic to conceal their presence, Pumpkin gradually raised his magic vision ability, but no particular magic power was in sight.
The only explanations he can come up with are that it was all in his head or that the other sideâs superior ability to manipulate magic power was fooling his sight.
âOr, rather, Iâve now noticed that the magic power in this area appears to have undergone a number of modifications.â
As a result of his enhanced magic vision ability, the magic power contained in the ground in this area was apparently altered by someone who erected this tower, leading to the existence of several strangely linear streams of magic power within the ground.
And the magic power flow ended up at...
âAnd the magic power amassed in this way is being concentrated in that tree.â
It was, not surprisingly, directed to that huge tree.
That tree has apparently grown to that size by consolidating all the magic power in the area.
It was not confirmed whether it was to adjust the flow of magic power or simply to utilize the underground space, yet it seemed that there were various materials buried in the ground in this area and that strangely small and neat spaces were created.
In terms of the concentration of magic power, it gave off such an impression.
âNow, what should I do...â
So, after reviewing that much, Pumpkin returned his magic vision ability to its normal level.
At this point, there were two actions he should take.
First, it was an immediate investigation of the tree. The other step would be to search for the person who was staring at him.
While a chance of it being purely in his head existed, in all honesty, he thought the odds of that being the case were slim. Nevertheless, as a sorcerer, he took pride in his first-rate skills.
And as there were various kinds of magic that can be cast on an object through the gaze, such as the magic eye, it was easy to incorporate magic power in the gaze, and amateurs would inevitably contain a trace of magic power in their gaze.
Therefore, as a sorcerer with a high ability to detect magic power, the sensation of being watched by someone was not something that can be underestimated.
Pumpkin was unable to determine their present location, though, so he was compelled to conclude that the other party possessed a considerable amount of capacity as well.
âWell, I donât see any signs of them trying to pull anything on me. I guess I will move on according to my initial plan.â
While he would have liked to have dismissed any lingering fears, it would be too inefficient to wait for the other party to make some sort of move or for him to try to seek them out.
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Yeah, I'm Harry.
I study maths. I write poetry.
So I thought I'd start with a love poem about prime numbers.
This is called "59."
I was going to call it "Prime Time Loving."
That reaction is why I didn't.
So, "59."
59 wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
Realizes all his hair is on one side of his head.
Takes just under a minute to work out that itâs because of the way that he slept.
He finds some clothes and gets dressed.
He canât help but look in the mirror and be subtly impressed How he looks rough around the edges and yet casually messed.
of 60 from across the street.
Now 60 was beautiful.
With perfectly trimmed cuticles, dressed in something suitable.
Never rude or crude at all.
Unimprovable, right on time as usual, more on cue than a snooker ball but liked to play it super cool.
59 wanted to tell her that he knew her favorite flower.
He thought of her every second, every minute, every hour.
But he knew it wouldnât work, heâd never get the girl.
Because although she lived across the street they came from different worlds.
While 59 admired 60âs perfectly round figure, 60 thought 59 was odd. One of his favorite films was "101 Dalmatians."
She preferred the sequel. He romanticized the idea they were star-crossed lovers.
They could overcome the odds and evens because they had each other.
While she maintained the strict views imposed on her by her mother And though at the time he felt stupid and dumb For trying to love a girl controlled by her stupid mum, He should have been comforted by the simple sum.
Take 59 away from 60, and youâre left with the one.
Sure enough after two months of moping around, 61 days later, 61 was who he found, He had lost his keys and his parents were out.
So one day after school he went into a house As he noticed the slightly wonky numbers on the door, He wondered why heâd never introduced himself before, As she let him in, his jaw dropped in awe.
61 was like 60, but a little bit more. She had prettier eyes, and an approachable smile, And like him, rough around the edges, casual style, And like him, everything was in disorganized piles, And like him, her mum didnât mind if friends stayed a while.
Because she was like him, and he liked her.
He reckoned she would like him if she knew he was like her, And it was different this time. I mean, this girl was wicked, So he plucked up the courage and asked for her digits.
She said, "I'm 61." He grinned, said, "I'm 59."
Today Iâve had a really nice time, So tomorrow if you wanted you could come over to mine?
She said, "Sure."
She loved talking to someone just as quirky, She agreed to this unofficial first date.
In the end he was only ready one minute early, But it didnât matter because she arrived one minute late.
And from that moment on there was nonstop chatter, How they loved "X Factor," how they had two factors, How that did not matter, distinctiveness made them better, By the end of the night they knew they were meant together.
And one day she was talking about stuck-up 60, She noticed that 59 looked a bit shifty.
He blushed, told her of his crush: âThe best thing that never happened because it led to us.â 61 was clever, see, not prone to jealousy, She looked him in the eyes and told him quite tenderly, "Youâre 59, Iâm 61, together we combine to become twice what 60 could ever be."
At this point 59 had tears in his eyes, Was so glad to have this one-of-a-kind girl in his life.
He told her the very definition of being prime Was that with only one and himself could his heart divide, And she was the one he wanted to give his heart to, She said she felt the same and now she knew the films were half true.
Because that wasn't real love, that love was just a sample, When it came to real love, they were a prime example.
Cheers.
That was the first poem that I wrote and it was for a prime number-themed poetry night -- -- which turned out to be a prime number-themed poetry competition.
And I became a prime number-themed poetry competition winner, or as I like to call it, a prime minister. And this is how I discovered these things called poetry slams, and if you don't know what a poetry slam is, it was a format come up with in America 30 years ago as a way of tricking people into going to poetry events by putting an exciting word like "slam" on the end.
And each performer got three minutes to perform and then random audience members would hold up scorecards, and they would end up with a numerical score, and what this meant is, it kind of broke down the barrier between performer and audience and encouraged the kind of connection with the listener.
And what it also means is you can win.
And if you win a poetry slam, you can call yourself a slam champion and pretend you're a wrestler, and if you lose a poetry slam you can say, "Oh, what? Poetry's a subjective art form, you can't put numbers on such things."
But I loved it, and I got involved in these slams, and I became the U.K. slam champion and got invited to the Poetry World Cup in Paris, which was unbelievable.
It was people from all around the world speaking in their native languages to be judged by five French strangers.
And somehow, I won, which was great, and I've been able to travel the world since doing it, but it also means that this next piece is technically the best poem in the world.
So...
According to five French strangers.
So this is "Paper People."
I like people.
I'd like some paper people.
Theyâd be purple paper people. Maybe pop-up purple paper people.
Proper pop-up purple paper people.
"How do you prop up pop-up purple paper people?"
I hear you cry. Well I ...
Iâd probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people with a proper pop-up purple people paperclip, but Iâd pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives, a cheeky pack of Blu Tack just in case the paper slipped.
Because I could build a pop-up metropolis.
but I wouldnât wanna deal with all the paper people politics.
paper politicians with their paper-thin policies, broken promises without appropriate apologies.
Thereâd be a little paper me. And a little paper you.
And we could watch paper TV and it would all be pay-per-view.
Weâd see the poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package or watch paper people carriers get stuck in paper traffic on the A4.
Paper.
Thereâd be a paper princess Kate but weâd all stare at paper Pippa, and then weâd all live in fear of killer Jack the Paper-Ripper, because the paper propaganda propagates the people's prejudices, papers printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists.
A little paper me. And a little paper you.
And in a pop-up population peopleâs problems pop up too.
Thereâd be a pompous paper parliament who remained out of touch, and who ignored the people's protests about all the paper cuts, then the peaceful paper protests would get blown to paper pieces, by the confetti cannons manned by pre-emptive police.
And yes thereâd still be paper money, so thereâd still be paper greed, and the paper piggy bankers pocketing more than they need, purchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties, others live in poverty and ainât acknowledged properly.
A proper poor economy where so many are proper poor, but while their needs are ignored the money goes to big wars.
Origami armies unfold plans for paper planes and we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains, but the greater shame is that it always seems to stay the same, what changes is whoâs in power choosing how to lay the blame, theyâre naming names, forgetting these are names of people, because in the end it all comes down to people.
I like people.
'Cause even when the situationâs dire, it is only ever people who are able to inspire, and on paper, itâs hard to see how we all cope.
But in the bottom of Pandoraâs box thereâs still hope, and I still hope 'cause I believe in people.
People like my grandparents.
Who every single day since I was born, have taken time out of their morning to pray for me.
Thatâs 7892 days straight of someone checking Iâm okay, and thatâs amazing.
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners.
People who are capable of genuine forgiveness.
People like the persecuted Palestinians.
People who go out of their way to make your life better, and expect nothing in return.
You see, people have potential to be powerful.
Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be victims we donât need to succumb to that system.
And a paper population is no different.
Thereâs a little paper me. And a little paper you.
And in a pop-up population people's problems pop up too, but even if the whole world fell apart then weâd still make it through.
Because weâre people.
Thank you.
Thank you very much. I've just got time for one more.
For me, poetry has been the ultimate way of ideas without frontiers.
When I first started, the people who inspired me were the ones with the amazing stories, and I thought, as an 18-year-old with a happy life, it was too normal, but I could create these worlds where I could talk about my experiences and dreams and beliefs.
So it's amazing to be here in front of you today.
Thank you for being here.
If you weren't here, it would be pretty much like the sound check yesterday.
And this is more fun.
So this last one is called "The Sunshine Kid."
Thank you very much for listening.
Old man sunshine was proud of his sun, And it brightened his day to see his little boy run, Not because of what heâd done, nor the problems overcome, But that despite that his disposition remained a sunny one.
It hadnât always been like this.
Thereâd been times when heâd tried to hide his brightness, You see, every star hits periods of hardship, It takes a brighter light to inspire them through the darkness.
If we go back to when he was born in a nebula, We know that he never was thought of as regular, Because he had a flair about him, To say the Midas touch is wrong But all he went near seemed to turn a little bronze, Yes this sun was loved by some more than others, It was a case of Joseph and his dreamcoat and his brothers Because standing out from the crowd had its pros and its cons,
And jealousy created enemies in those he outshone Such as the Shadow People.
Now the Shadow People didnât like the Sunshine Kid, Because he showed up the dark things the Shadow People did, And when he shone he showed the places where the Shadow People hid, So the Shadow People had an evil plan to get rid of him, First up -- they made fun of his sunspots, Shooting his dreams from the sky, their words were gunshots, Designed to remind him he wasnât very cool
And he didnât fit in with any popular kids at school.
They said his head was up in space and they would bring him down to Earth, Essentially he came from nothing and that is what he was worth, Heâd never get to go to university to learn, Only degrees heâd ever show would be the first degree burns From those that came too close, they told him he was too bright, Thatâs why no one ever looked him in the eyes,
His judgment became clouded So did the sky, With evaporated tears as the sun started to cry.
Because the sunshine kid was bright, with a warm personality, And inside he burned savagely Hurt by the words and curses of the shadowy folk who spoke holes in his soul and left cavities, And as his heart hardened, his spark darkened, Every time they called him names it cooled his flames, He thought they might like him if he kept his light dim But they were busy telling lightning she had terrible aim,
He couldnât quite get to grips with what they said, So he let his light be eclipsed by what they said, He fell into a Lone Star State like Texas, And felt like heâd been punched in his solar plexus.
But thatâs when Little Miss Sunshine came along Singing her favorite song about how weâre made to be strong, And you donât have to be wrong to belong, Just be true to who you are, because we are all stars at heart.
Little Miss Sunshine was hot stuff, The kind of girl when you looked at her you forgot stuff, But for him, there was no forgetting her, The minute he saw her her image burned in his retina, She was out of this world, and she accepted him, Something about this girl meant he knew whenever she was next to him, Things werenât as dark as they seemed, and he dared to dream,
Shadows were nowhere to be seen; when she was there he beamed, His eyes would light up in ways that canât be faked, When she grinned her rays erased the razor-tipped words of hate, They gave each other nicknames, they were "cool star" and "fun sun," And gradually the shadowy damage became undone, She was one in a septillion, and she was brilliant, Could turn the coldest blooded reptilians vermillion, Loved by billions, from Chileans to Brazilians,
And taught the Sunshine Kid the meaning of resilience.
She said: âAll the darkness in the world cannot put out the light from a single candle So how the hell can they handle your light?
Only you can choose to dim it, and the sky is the limit, so silence the critics by burning.â And if eyes are windows to the soul then she drew back the curtains And let the sun shine through the hurting.
In a universe of adversity these stars stuck together, And though days became nights the memories would last forever, Whether the weatherman said it or not, it would be fine, 'Cause even behind the clouds the kid could still shine.
Yes, the Sunshine Kid was bright, with a warm personality, And inside he burned savagely, Fueled by the fire inspired across galaxies By the girl who showed him belief.
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Slowly ideas lead to ideology, lead to policies that lead to actions.
In 1930 this country went through a Great Depression, which led to all the ideas of the state and social security, and all the other things that happened in Roosevelt's time.
In the 1980s we had the Reagan revolution, which lead to deregulation.
And today, after the global economic crisis, there was a whole new set of rules about how the state should intervene.
So ideas change states.
And I looked at India and said, really there are four kinds of ideas The first, to my mind, is what I call as "the ideas that have arrived."
These ideas have brought together something which has made India happen the way it is today.
The second set of ideas I call "ideas in progress."
Those are ideas which have been accepted but not implemented yet.
The third set of ideas are what I call as "ideas that we argue about" -- those are ideas where we have a fight, an ideological battle about how to do things.
And the fourth thing, which I believe is most important, is "the ideas that we need to anticipate."
Because when you are a developing country in the world where you can see the problems that other countries are having, you can actually anticipate what that did and do things very differently.
Now in India's case I believe there are six ideas The first is really the notion of people.
In the '60s and '70s we thought of people as a burden.
We thought of people as a liability.
Today we talk of people as an asset.
We talk of people as human capital.
of looking at people as something of a burden to human capital, has been one of the fundamental changes in the Indian mindset.
And this change in thinking of human capital is linked to the fact that India is going through a demographic dividend.
As healthcare improves, as infant mortality goes down, fertility rates start dropping. And India is experiencing that.
India is going to have a lot of young people with a demographic dividend for the next 30 years.
What is unique about this demographic dividend is that India will be the only country in the world to have this demographic dividend.
In other words, it will be the only young country in an aging world.
And this is very important. At the same time if you peel away the demographic dividend in India, there are actually two demographic curves.
which is already going to be fully expensed by 2015, because in that part of the country, the fertility rate is almost equal to that of a West European country.
Then there is the whole northern India, which is going to be the bulk of the future demographic dividend.
But a demographic dividend is only as good as the investment in your human capital.
Only if the people have education, they have good health, they have infrastructure, they have roads to go to work, they have lights to study at night -- only in those cases can you really get the benefit of a demographic dividend.
In other words, if you don't really invest in the human capital, the same demographic dividend can be a demographic disaster.
Therefore India is at a critical point where either it can leverage its demographic dividend or it can lead to a demographic disaster.
The second thing in India has been the change in the role of entrepreneurs.
When India got independence entrepreneurs were seen as a bad lot, as people who would exploit.
But today, after 60 years, because of the rise of entrepreneurship, entrepreneurs have become role models, and they are contributing hugely to the society.
This change has contributed to the vitality and the whole economy.
The third big thing I believe that has changed India is our attitude towards the English language.
English language was seen as a language of the imperialists.
But today, with globalization, with outsourcing, English has become a language of aspiration.
This has made it something that everybody wants to learn.
And the fact that we have English is now becoming a huge strategic asset.
The next thing is technology.
Forty years back, computers were seen as something which was forbidding, something which was intimidating, something that reduced jobs.
Today we live in a country which sells eight million mobile phones a month, of which 90 percent of those mobile phones are prepaid phones because people don't have credit history.
Forty percent of those prepaid phones are recharged at less than 20 cents at each recharge.
That is the scale at which technology has liberated and made it accessible.
And therefore technology has gone from being seen as something forbidding and intimidating to something that is empowering.
Twenty years back, when there was a report on bank computerization, they didn't name the report as a report on computers, they call them as "ledger posting machines."
They didn't want the unions to believe that they were actually computers.
And when they wanted to have more advanced, more powerful computers they called them "advanced ledger posting machines."
So we have come a long way from those days where the telephone has become an instrument of empowerment, and really has changed the way Indians think of technology.
And then I think the other point is that Indians today are far more comfortable with globalization. Again, after having lived for more than 200 years under the East India Company and under imperial rule, Indians had a very natural reaction towards globalization believing it was a form of imperialism.
But today, as Indian companies go abroad, as Indians come and work all over the world, Indians have gained a lot more confidence and have realized that globalization is something they can participate in.
And the fact that the demographics are in our favor, because we are the only young country in an aging world, makes globalization all the more attractive to Indians.
And finally, India has had the deepening of its democracy.
When democracy came to India 60 years back it was an elite concept.
It was a bunch of people who wanted to bring in democracy because they wanted to bring in the idea of universal voting and parliament and constitution and so forth.
But today democracy has become a bottom-up process where everybody has realized the benefits of having a voice, the benefits of being in an open society.
And therefore democracy has become embedded.
I believe these six factors -- the rise of the notion of population as human capital, the rise of Indian entrepreneurs, the rise of English as a language of aspiration, technology as something empowering, globalization as a positive factor, and the deepening of democracy -- has contributed to why India is today growing at rates it has never seen before.
But having said that, then we come to what I call as ideas in progress.
Those are the ideas where there is no argument in a society, but you are not able to implement those things.
And really there are four things here.
One is the question of education.
For some reason, whatever reason -- lack of money, lack of priorities, because of religion having an older culture -- primary education was never given the focus it required.
But now I believe it's reached a point where it has become very important.
Unfortunately the government schools don't function, so children are going to private schools today.
Even in the slums of India more than 50 percent of urban kids are going into private schools.
So there is a big challenge in getting the schools to work.
But having said that, there is an enormous desire among everybody, including the poor, to educate their children.
So I believe primary education is an idea which is arrived but not yet implemented.
Similarly, infrastructure -- for a long time, infrastructure was not a priority.
Those of you who have been to India have seen that.
It's certainly not like China.
But today I believe finally infrastructure is something which is agreed upon and which people want to implement.
It is reflected in the political statements.
20 years back the political slogan was, "Roti, kapada, makaan," which meant, "Food, clothing and shelter."
And today's political slogan is, "Bijli, sadak, pani," which means "Electricity, water and roads."
And that is a change in the mindset where infrastructure is now accepted.
So I do believe this is an idea which has arrived, but simply not implemented.
The third thing is again cities.
It's because Gandhi believed in villages and because the British ruled from the cities, therefore Nehru thought of New Delhi as an un-Indian city.
For a long time we have neglected our cities.
And that is reflected in the kinds of situations that you see.
But today, finally, after economic reforms, and economic growth, I think the notion that cities are engines of economic growth, cities are engines of creativity, cities are engines of innovation, have finally been accepted.
And I think now you're seeing the move towards improving our cities.
Again, an idea which is arrived, but not yet implemented.
The final thing is the notion of India as a single market -- because when you didn't think of India as a market, you didn't really bother about a single market, because it didn't really matter.
And therefore you had a situation where every state had its own market for products.
Every province had its own market for agriculture.
Increasingly now the policies of taxation and infrastructure and all that, are moving towards creating India as a single market.
So there is a form of internal globalization which is happening, which is as important as external globalization.
These four factors I believe -- the ones of primary education, infrastructure, urbanization, and single market -- in my view are ideas in India which have been accepted, but not implemented.
Then we have what I believe are the ideas in conflict.
The ideas that we argue about.
These are the arguments we have which cause gridlock.
What are those ideas? One is, I think, are ideological issues.
Because of the historical Indian background, in the caste system, who have been left out in the cold, a lot of the politics is about how to make sure that we'll address that.
And it leads to reservations and other techniques.
It's also related to the way that we subsidize our people, and all the left and right arguments that we have.
A lot of the Indian problems are related to the ideology of caste and other things.
This policy is causing gridlock.
This is one of the factors which needs to be resolved.
The second one is the labor policies that we have, which make it so difficult for entrepreneurs to create standardized jobs in companies, that 93 percent of Indian labor is in the unorganized sector.
They have no benefits: they don't have social security; they don't have pension; they don't have healthcare; none of those things.
This needs to be fixed because unless you can bring these people into the formal workforce, you will end up creating a whole lot of people who are completely disenfranchised.
Therefore we need to create a new set of labor laws, which are not as onerous as they are today.
At the same time give a policy for a lot more people to be in the formal sector, and create the jobs for the millions of people that we need to create jobs for.
The third thing is our higher education.
Indian higher education is completely regulated.
It's very difficult to start a private university.
It's very difficult for a foreign university to come to India.
As a result of that our higher education is simply not keeping pace with India's demands.
That is leading to a lot of problems which we need to address.
are the ideas we need to anticipate.
Here India can look at what is happening in the west and elsewhere, and look at what needs to be done.
The first thing is, we're very fortunate that technology is at a point where it is much more advanced than when other countries had the development.
So we can use technology for governance.
We can use technology for direct benefits.
We can use technology for transparency, and many other things.
The second thing is, the health issue.
India has equally horrible health problems of the higher state of cardiac issue, the higher state of diabetes, the higher state of obesity.
So there is no point in replacing a set of poor country diseases with a set of rich country diseases.
Therefore we're to rethink the whole way we look at health.
We really need to put in place a strategy so that we don't go to the other extreme of health.
Similarly today in the West you're seeing the problem of entitlement -- the cost of social security, the cost of Medicare, the cost of Medicaid.
Therefore when you are a young country, again you have a chance to put in place a modern pension system so that you don't create entitlement problems as you grow old.
And then again, India does not have the luxury of making its environment dirty, because it has to marry environment and development.
Just to give an idea, the world has to stabilize at something like 20 gigatons per year.
On a population of nine billion our average carbon emission will have to be about two tons per year.
India is already at two tons per year.
But if India grows at something like eight percent, income per year per person will go to 16 times by 2050.
So we're saying: income growing at 16 times and no growth in carbon.
Therefore we will fundamentally rethink the way we look at the environment, the way we look at energy, the way we create whole new paradigms of development.
Now why does this matter to you?
Why does what's happening 10 thousand miles away matter to all of you?
Number one, this matters because this represents more than a billion people.
A billion people, 1/6th of the world population.
It matters because this is a democracy.
And it is important to prove that growth and democracy are not incompatible, that you can have a democracy, that you can have an open society, and you can have growth.
It's important because if you solve these problems, you can solve the problems of poverty in the world.
It's important because you need it to solve the world's environment problems.
If we really want to come to a point, we really want to put a cap on our carbon emission, we want to really lower the use of energy -- it has to be solved in countries like India.
in the West over 200 years, the average growth may have been about two percent.
Here we are talking about countries growing at eight to nine percent.
And that makes a huge difference.
When India was growing at about three, 3.5 percent and the population was growing at two percent, its per capita income was doubling every 45 years.
When the economic growth goes to eight percent and population growth drops to 1.5 percent, then per capita income is doubling every nine years.
In other words, you're certainly fast-forwarding this whole process of a billion people going to prosperity.
And you must have a clear strategy which is important for India and important for the world.
That is why I think all of you should be equally concerned with it as I am.
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I wonder why they didnât ask me about why I went out.
âMasked men wearing black?â
âYeah, and they were obviously part of a professional group. They executed cooperative movements and would take their own lives without a second thought to protect a secret.â
âThis is either Duke Rejumâs doing or someone close to him, no doubt.â
Lunos also nods at Nals words.
âThatâs right. They might attack Carlo-sama again. Please be careful.â
âYeah, you should also be careful. How did it go on your side, Lunos?â
âFrom the list I received I contacted several noble families on bad terms with Duke Rejum and two of them wish to meet you. Do you want to meet them?â
âI want to see them as soon as possible. Make an appointment.â
âThe other party seems to think the same way as well. I will try to arrange a meeting as soon as today.â
At noon I met the two nobles of the Anti-Rejum-group which Lunos told me about.
They are both weak and old nobles but they are both old men who experienced a lot.
âMy~ Carlo-dono is so young and yet so very level-headed already.â
âThatâs right, thatâs right, itâs a wonderful desire wanting to serve His Majesty the King without fearing that Rejum.â
âGenerally that Rejum is acting so bossy now but we know him since his snot was still dripping out of his nose.â
âThatâs right, thatâs right, back then in the old days he was still wetting his bed and now heâs looking down on these old eagles here.â
âCarlo-dono, let us join hands and give that impudent Rejum a good beating.â
âThatâs right, thatâs right, we have to work hard for His Majesty the Kingâs sake! We already served the preceding King so we shall pick up our swords again for His Majesty â -â
I listened to their endlessly long story but thanks to that I was able to gain their support somehow.
They seemed to agree to my engagement with Sharon.
It seems like those two know a sure fire joke theyâd like to tell at the wedding party, well, there arenât any plans for us marry, though.
As the other party was already pretty old the same stories came up again and again.
But I also gained something thanks to those stories.
I heard about those black dressed shinobi which attacked me yesterday from those two people.
âOoh, it must have been the dark corpsâ
âThatâs right, itâs Kouga villageâs dark corps.â
âKouga village? Where is it?â
These two answer my questions without having to even think about it.
Old people know a lot about old stories.
âThereâs a village of that name in the territory Earl McBell rules. It is said the hidden village Kouga is located there.â
âThatâs right, thatâs right, I heard that all people from Kouga got taught in the art of assassination from an early age.â
Earl McBell, is itâ?
Iâm sure I heard that name somewhere before.
âThat Mcbell guy, Rejum and some other guys employ the dark corps to do some shady work for themâ
âThatâs right, thatâs right, McBell also joined Rejum.â
Ahâ, I remembered.
Itâs that mantis-like guy who messily threw those accusations at me from behind when I had my audience with the King, right?
He seemed to have a lot of antipathy towards Carlo, no doubt.
Sooner or later this will be settled with money but for now, letâs just wait and see.
When the talks with the old nobles was over I returned to the mansion.
Today Nals will come back late due to the negotiations with the Minister and Lunos seemed to continue gathering information, too.
Alright, todayâs my chance to make some progress with my plan.
After dinner, I started to fix my appearance.
I took a bath, brushed my teeth, changed into new underwear, and tried to dress more fashionably like Lunos.
The fragrance is particularly important.
I secretly borrowed Lunosâ perfume.
Sniff-sniff.
Letâs see if this fragrance is well liked by women and then buy it next time.
Alright, done.
Afterwards, I took my Oricalcum Sword and the small bag Pikaru gave me.
âDoji, Iâm going out now. Follow me.â
I called out to Doji who stood guard at the door and left the mansion.
Though I was excited about meeting Frau yesterday today Iâm so nervous.
Based on the information I purchased from the Rabbit group I walked through the back alleys of the Capital Ruan.
Night fell and the quiet city gradually started to become lively.
I heard the cackling of drunkards and the chuckling of women from several shops.
Thatâs right, this area represents Ruanâs face at night.
I went through a street with many gorgeous bars lined up and entered the street at the end.
According to the information, it should be around here.
Itâs the plan I set up even before I left Braham, I called it âOperation DDTâ
What does DDT stand for?
It fittingly means âDatsu douteiâ
In my novel âYuusha Tenseiâ I wrote that Carlo is popular with women even though heâs a villain.
Heâs a character who made many girls cry.
Such a Carlo, can he stay a virgin forever?
No, he canât.
This problem is so serious that I unintentionally started to use rhetorical questions.
For my mission as the author to lead this story to a beautiful ending, that is.
Itâs necessary to solve this problem as soon as possible.
The contents of Operation DDT are like this.
In my original world, I nearly have never associated with women other than my mother.
Iâve never gone on a date and obviously didnât do anything further than that either.
When I came to this world I got some experience with talking to them and Rozea often grabbed my hand.
If I think about the me from my original world that is great progress.
But doing anything further is absolutely impossible as I get too nervous after all.
Yesterday with Frau.......I thought, but it was all in vain after all.
Whatâs necessary for this me?
Isnât it experience and the confidence coming with it?
Even compared to Lunos and F, Carlo should also be a considerably good-looking man.
If I increase my experience and confidence I shouldnât feel that scared anymore.
Then how does one obtain that?
When I was worrying about those things the Rabbit group brought in some good information.
It is said that âIn the Capital, there are brothels with experienced women in themâ.
Isnât that place just what I searched for?
There were various types of women there from the lovely girl to the older sister full of sex appeal.
Additionally, the quality and prices vary in each shop.
I succeeded in finding an excellent shop where the highest-grade Onee-sanâs were gathered.
In my original world, to be honest, I wasn't really interested in these kinds of shops.
But, as I thought, I was scared.
I donât know what kind of Onee-san will come out and what should I do if a scary Nii-san comes out and threatens me?
I donât even know what actions to take or what to talk about with a woman when itâs just the two of us in the first place.
Thatâs why it was absolutely impossible for me to visit such a shop.
However.
In this world, I am Carlo, besides thereâs the authorâs correction.
Thereâs no need to be afraid of this areas hooligans coming out either.
I brought Doji with me as something like a bodyguard.
But the question remains, what will I do if Iâm alone with a woman?
Iâm completely nervous.
I have no idea what to do.
Thatâs where âOperation DDTâ comes in.
First, Iâll go to âthe best shopâ with the information I got.
When Iâm there Iâll be able to employ a lot of experienced Onee-sans.
If I do that it wonât be a one-on-one situation so I might be able to relax.
Besides, if there are so many Onee-sans even if I donât do anything theyâd probably do everything.
Aah, this is complete debauchery.
It could be said that this is a gorgeous battle appropriate for Villain Carloâs debut match.
Alright, thatâs it.
The problem, however, is that if I want to do something like that it will cost a tremendous amount of money.
Something like that canât be cheap and I want to do this in the best shop.
But otherwise my strategy is perfect thereâs not a single mistake in it.
Thatâs why I asked Pikaru to prepare the money beforehand.
Of course, I told Pikaru itâs a present for the Royal Family.
The budget is five white gold coins.
Itâs a large sum of money when converted to Japanese yen it would be 500 million yen.
With this amount of money, itâll be alright no matter what might happen.
Goodbye, my virginity.
Right now Operation DDT will be carried out, with my utmost effort, seyo. | {
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Since the 1950s, as the population of the medina grew, basic urban infrastructure such as green open spaces and sewage quickly changed and got highly stressed.
One of the biggest casualties of the situation was the Fez River, which bisects the medina in its middle and has been considered for many centuries as the city's very soul.
In fact, one can witness the presence of the river's extensive water network all throughout the city, in places such as private and public fountains.
Unfortunately, because of the pollution of the river, it has been covered little by little by concrete slabs since 1952.
This process of erasure was coupled with the destruction of many houses along the river banks enter the narrow pedestrian network of the medina.
Those urban voids quickly became illegal parking or trash yards.
Actually, the state of the river before entering the medina is pretty healthy.
Then pollution takes its toll, mainly due to untreated sewage and chemical dumping from crafts such as tanning.
At some point, I couldn't bear the desecration of the river, such an important part of my city, and I decided to take action, especially after I heard that the city received a grant to divert sewage water and to treat it. With clean water, suddenly the uncovering of the river became possible, and with luck and actually a lot of pushing, my partner Takako Tajima and I were commissioned by the city to work with a team of engineers to uncover the river.
However, we were sneaky, and we proposed more: to convert riverbanks into pedestrian pathways, and then to connect these pathways back to the city fabric, and finally to convert the urban voids along the riverbanks into public spaces that are lacking in the Medina of Fez.
I will show you briefly now two of these public spaces.
The first one is the Rcif Plaza, which you can see here in dotted lines.
This plaza used to be a chaotic transportation hub of the medina, that has the largest pedestrian network in the world.
And right beyond the historic bridge that you can see here, right next to the plaza, you can see that the river looked like a river of trash.
Instead, what we proposed is to make the plaza entirely pedestrian, to cover it with recycled leather canopies, and to connect it to the banks of the river.
The second site of intervention is also an urban void along the river banks, and it used to be an illegal parking, and we proposed to transform it into the first playground in the medina.
The playground is constructed using recycled tires and also is coupled with a constructed wetland that not only cleans the water of the river but also retains it when floods occur.
As the project progressed and received several design awards, new stakeholders intervened and changed the project goals and design.
The only way for us to be able to bring the main goals of the project ahead was for us to do something very unusual that usually architects don't do.
It was for us to take our design ego and our sense of authorship and put it in the backseat and to focus mainly on being activists and on trying to coalesce all of the agendas of stakeholders and focus on the main goals of the project: that is, to uncover the river, treat its water, and provide public spaces for all.
We were actually very lucky, and many of those goals happened or are in the process of happening.
Like, you can see here in the Rcif Plaza.
This is how it looked like about six years ago.
This is how it looks like today.
It's still under construction, but actually it is heavily used by the local population.
And finally, this is how the Rcif Plaza will look like when the project is completed.
This is the river, covered, used as a trash yard.
Then after many years of work, the river with clean water, uncovered.
And finally, you can see here the river when the project will be completed.
So for sure, the Fez River Rehabilitation will keep on changing and adapting but we strongly believe that by reimagining the role and the agency of the architect, we have set up the core idea of the project into motion; that is, to transform the river from sewage to public space for all, thereby making sure that the city of Fez will remain a living city for its inhabitants Thank you very much. | {
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It was called Thunder Arrow!
Simply put, it was a skill that unleashed an electric arrow.
The Machine God Windhole dungeon that I was about to take on would have machine-type monsters inside.
Having a skill that would take advantage of their weaknesses would help me survive.
Besides, I was sure that the skill would help me on future adventures and PvP.
Electricity was both useful and dangerous.
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And so the gate to the Machine God Windhole opened, and I stepped foot inside.
The gate was immediately closed behind me, and I was surrounded in darkness.
Relying on the pale light of the torch, I started to walk forward.
As for the monsters...nothing came out.
And in spite of the dungeonâs name, the place just seems like an ordinary cave.
Was it really just a simple dungeon without any branching paths...?
Just as I thought this, I saw another gate in front of me.
I see. As there were dangerous weapons sealed in here, they had to have multiple gates.
âGate Open!â
What was on the other side of the gate...was a mostly white, modern-looking facility.
There was something about it that looked like a spaceship from a sci-fi film, or a research laboratory.
The floors and walls were clean, and everything was so white.
I suppose that meant the weapons that lived here were maintaining the place even now...
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The only thing I could hear were the occasional whirring of fans...but there were no enemies.
However, this was a dungeon. So they were definitely here.
I felt...like I was being monitored.
Probably because there were cameras on the ceiling.
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This one wasnât large like the others. It was a small gate that blocked the path ahead.
And there was a lock that required a keycard in order to open it.
So I would have to search for that if I wanted to continue...
But there were so many rooms here, and searching through them all would be backbreaking work.
Every room had the same desk and computers.
But the screens were black, and tapping the keyboards didnât do anything.
So there were no gimmicks there...
â...Ah, here it is! Of course, the key would be in a drawer...â
They always were, in exploration games.
Unless they were realistically hung on the wall, they were usually in some drawer.
Now I could use it to go on ahead.
Biiiiiiiiiiiiii!!
âWhoa!? Whatâs that!?â
Alarms were going off everywhere!
Why do the enemies always come out just as you find an important item!
With a loud whirring sound, the door of the room opened automatically and then a four-legged mecha with a gatling gun on its back jumped inside!
âGatling Thunder Arrow!â
I shot at it before it could shoot at me.
The electric arrows had the desired effect against the machine.
And the mecha was destroyed after one hit.
However, the alarms did not stop.
âI guess we will have to continue to fight from here on out...!â
However, I was more used to fighting loud enemies, rather than exploring a quiet underground facility, and so it was better this way.
Though, it makes me sound like some kind of maniac...
â â â
âAh, Iâm so glad that I got Thunder Arrow...!â
The mecha enemies had come out like zombies.
I had to find a keycard for every floor, go through the opened gate and go down an elevator to the next floor. And every time we descended, the waves of enemies grew stronger.
And yet, Thunder Arrow took those waves of enemies down in a flash!
And then there was Garbowâs Electric River!
Neither of them were powerful enough on their own to one-shot enemies, but when fused with Gatling Arrow or Garbowâs Kurokogairu, they dealt much more damage.
The clones from Kurokogairu could not use charge attacks, but they could use skills.
Furthermore, the mechas were moving through narrow hallways, and so the electricity easily traveled from one enemy to the next.
Thanks to this, we were able to take them down over a large area.
And I was also able to collect a lot of drop items from them.
The power of electricity really was amazing...it was mankindâs treasure.
âAt this rate, weâll reach the bottom floor in no time.â
While the puzzle elements, like searching for keys, sometimes slowed us down, we continued to make our way down through the ancient facility.
Enemies did not attack us while we were in the elevator, so they were moments of respite.
And then as soon as the doors opened, the mechas would come out as if they had been waiting for us.
I was now used to this, and so cleaned out the floor and searched for the next floor.
After repeating this many times, and I started to attack reflexively as soon as the doors opened, we reached a floor where we werenât greeted to a warm welcome by the mechas.
And the elevator did not let us go any lower.
So this was the bottom floor.
âItâs another dark cave...â
I took out the torch and walked forward cautiously.
If we were ambushed, I would throw the torch at the enemy and then shoot them.
Now that I had the high speed shooting skill, Quickdraw, I could pull off such moves.
However, no wild and aggressive mechas appeared in front of me.
Instead, I just found piles of remains of mechas that would no longer move.
âIs this a dumping ground for them...?â
There was something beautiful about broken mecha.
They had fought until they fell apart.
And now they were discarded like this, with no reward...it was rather sad.
Not just mecha, but any place that was filled with things that were thrown away made my chest tighten...
However, these mountains of discarded mecha were likely not put here to make me feel sad.
This was...the boss.
Gacha...
Gacha-gacha-gacha...
Gacha-gacha-gacha-gacha!!
The entire floor was filled by a blinding light.
Then the mountain of mecha began to move and then it transformed into a monster.
It was a great eight-headed snake from Japanese folklore...the Yamata No Orochi!
Gagyaaaaaa!!
First, an ancient alligator, and now a mythical snake.
And one that was made from the remains and hatred of discarded machines.
Was it science or supernatural... I didnât even know what I was saying now.
It was made up of so many different parts that I was sure that this time, electricity would not take it down easily. But strangely, I wasnât worried.
After all, I had a reliable mecha animal with me...! | {
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(ææ) ã©ããããããšã | That is how our women dress.
Like our women, we men get to wear pretty bright colors, but unlike our women, we get to show off our legs.
Our national dress is unique, but this is not the only thing that's unique about my country.
Our promise to remain carbon neutral is also unique, and this is what I'd like to speak about today, our promise to remain carbon neutral.
But before I proceed, I should set you the context.
I should tell you our story.
Bhutan is a small country in the Himalayas.
We've been called Shangri-La, even the last Shangri-La.
But let me tell you right off the bat, we are not Shangri-La.
My country is not one big monastery populated with happy monks.
The reality is that there are barely 700,000 of us sandwiched between two of the most populated countries on earth, China and India.
The reality is that we are a small, underdeveloped country doing our best to survive.
But we are doing OK. We are surviving.
In fact, we are thriving, and the reason we are thriving is because we've been blessed with extraordinary kings.
Our enlightened monarchs have worked tirelessly to develop our country, balancing economic growth carefully with social development, environmental sustainability and cultural preservation, all within the framework of good governance.
We call this holistic approach to development "Gross National Happiness," or GNH.
Back in the 1970s, our fourth king famously pronounced that for Bhutan, Gross National Happiness is more important than Gross National Product.
Ever since, all development in Bhutan is driven by GNH, a pioneering vision that aims to improve the happiness and well-being of our people.
But that's easier said than done, especially when you are one of the smallest economies in the world.
Our entire GDP is less than two billion dollars.
I know that some of you here are worth more -- individually than the entire economy of my country.
So our economy is small, but here is where it gets interesting.
Education is completely free.
All citizens are guaranteed free school education, and those that work hard are given free college education.
Healthcare is also completely free.
Medical consultation, medical treatment, medicines: they are all provided by the state.
We manage this because we use our limited resources very carefully, and because we stay faithful to the core mission of GNH, which is development with values.
Our economy is small, and we must strengthen it.
Economic growth is important, but that economic growth must not come from undermining our unique culture or our pristine environment.
Today, our culture is flourishing.
We continue to celebrate our art and architecture, food and festivals, monks and monasteries.
And yes, we celebrate our national dress, too.
This is why I can wear my gho with pride.
Here's a fun fact: you're looking at the world's biggest pocket.
It starts here, goes around the back, and comes out from inside here.
In this pocket we store all manner of personal goods from phones and wallets to iPads, office files and books.
But sometimes -- sometimes even precious cargo.
So our culture is flourishing, but so is our environment.
72 percent of my country is under forest cover.
Our constitution demands that a minimum of 60 percent of Bhutan's total land shall remain under forest cover for all time.
Our constitution, this constitution, imposes forest cover on us.
Incidentally, our king used this constitution to impose democracy on us.
You see, we the people didn't want democracy.
We didn't ask for it, we didn't demand it, and we certainly didn't fight for it.
Instead, our king imposed democracy on us by insisting that he include it in the constitution.
But he went further.
He included provisions in the constitution that empower the people to impeach their kings, and included provisions in here that require all our kings to retire at the age of 65.
Fact is, we already have a king in retirement: our previous king, the Great Fourth, retired 10 years ago at the peak of his popularity.
He was all of 51 years at that time.
So as I was saying, 72 percent of our country is under forest cover, and all that forest is pristine.
That's why we are one of the few remaining global biodiversity hotspots in the world, and that's why we are a carbon neutral country.
In a world that is threatened with climate change, we are a carbon neutral country.
Turns out, it's a big deal.
Of the 200-odd countries in the world today, it looks like we are the only one that's carbon neutral.
Actually, that's not quite accurate.
Bhutan is not carbon neutral.
Bhutan is carbon negative.
Our entire country generates 2.2 million tons of carbon dioxide, but our forests, they sequester more than three times that amount, so we are a net carbon sink for more than four million tons of carbon dioxide each year.
But that's not all.
We export most of the renewable electricity we generate from our fast-flowing rivers.
So today, the clean energy that we export offsets about six million tons of carbon dioxide in our neighborhood.
By 2020, we'll be exporting enough electricity to offset 17 million tons of carbon dioxide.
And if we were to harness even half our hydropower potential, and that's exactly what we are working at, the clean, green energy that we export would offset something like 50 million tons of carbon dioxide a year.
That is more CO2 than what the entire city of New York generates in one year.
So inside our country, we are a net carbon sink.
Outside, we are offsetting carbon.
And this is important stuff.
You see, the world is getting warmer, and climate change is a reality.
Climate change is affecting my country.
Our glaciers are melting, causing flash floods and landslides, which in turn are causing disaster and widespread destruction in our country.
I was at that lake recently.
It's stunning.
That's how it looked 10 years ago, and that's how it looked 20 years ago.
Just 20 years ago, that lake didn't exist.
It was a solid glacier.
A few years ago, a similar lake breached its dams and wreaked havoc in the valleys below.
That destruction was caused by one glacier lake.
We have 2,700 of them to contend with.
The point is this: my country and my people have done nothing to contribute to global warming, but we are already bearing the brunt of its consequences.
And for a small, poor country, one that is landlocked and mountainous, it is very difficult.
But we are not going to sit on our hands doing nothing.
We will fight climate change.
That's why we have promised to remain carbon neutral.
We first made this promise in 2009 during COP 15 in Copenhagen, but nobody noticed.
Governments were so busy arguing with one another and blaming each other for causing climate change, that when a small country raised our hands and announced, "We promise to remain carbon neutral for all time," nobody heard us.
Nobody cared.
Last December in Paris, at COP 21, we reiterated our promise to remain carbon neutral for all time to come.
This time, we were heard.
We were noticed, and everybody cared.
What was different in Paris was that governments came round together to accept the realities of climate change, and were willing to come together and act together and work together.
All countries, from the very small to the very large, committed to reduce the greenhouse gas emissions.
The UN Framework Convention on Climate Change says that if these so-called intended commitments are kept, we'd be closer to containing global warming by two degrees Celsius.
By the way, I've requested the TED organizers here to turn up the heat in here by two degrees, so if some of you are feeling warmer than usual, you know who to blame.
It's crucial that all of us keep our commitments.
As far as Bhutan is concerned, we will keep our promise to remain carbon neutral.
Here are some of the ways we are doing it.
We are providing free electricity to our rural farmers.
The idea is that, with free electricity, they will no longer have to use firewood to cook their food.
We are investing in sustainable transport and subsidizing the purchase of electric vehicles.
Similarly, we are subsidizing the cost of LED lights, and our entire government is trying to go paperless.
We are cleaning up our entire country through Clean Bhutan, a national program, and we are planting trees throughout our country through Green Bhutan, another national program.
But it is our protected areas that are at the core of our carbon neutral strategy.
Our protected areas are our carbon sink.
They are our lungs.
Today, more than half our country is protected, as national parks, nature reserves and wildlife sanctuaries.
But the beauty is that we've connected them all with one another through a network of biological corridors.
Now, what this means is that our animals are free to roam throughout our country.
Take this tiger, for example.
It was spotted at 250 meters above sea level in the hot, subtropical jungles.
Two years later, that same tiger was spotted near 4,000 meters in our cold alpine mountains.
Isn't that awesome?
We must keep it that way.
We must keep our parks awesome.
So every year, we set aside resources to prevent poaching, hunting, mining and pollution in our parks, and resources to help communities who live in those parks manage their forests, adapt to climate change, and lead better lives while continuing to live in harmony with Mother Nature.
But that is expensive.
Over the next few years, our small economy won't have the resources to cover all the costs that are required to protect our environment.
In fact, when we run the numbers, it looks like it'll take us at least 15 years before we can fully finance all our conservation efforts.
But neither Bhutan, nor the world can afford to spend 15 years going backwards.
This is why His Majesty the King started Bhutan For Life.
Bhutan For Life gives us the time we need.
It gives us breathing room.
It is essentially a funding mechanism to look after our parks, to protect our parks, until our government can take over on our own fully.
The idea is to raise a transition fund from individual donors, corporations and institutions, but the deal is closed only after predetermined conditions are met and all funds committed.
So multiparty, single closing: an idea we borrowed from Wall Street.
This means that individual donors can commit without having to worry that they'll be left supporting an underfunded plan.
It's something like a Kickstarter project, only with a 15-year time horizon and millions of tons of carbon dioxide at stake.
Once the deal is closed, we use the transition fund to protect our parks, giving our government time to increase our own funding gradually until the end of the 15-year period.
After that, our government guarantees full funding forever.
We are almost there.
We expect to close later this year.
Naturally, I'm pretty excited.
The World Wildlife Fund is our principle partner in this journey, and I want to give them a big shoutout for the excellent work they are doing in Bhutan and across the world.
Whew, it is getting warm in here.
I thank you for listening to our story, a story of how we are keeping our promise to remain carbon neutral, a story of how we are keeping our country pristine, for ourselves, our children, for your children and for the world.
But we are not here to tell stories, are we?
We are here to dream together.
So in closing, I'd like to share one more dream that I have.
What if we could mobilize our leadership and our resources, our influence and our passion, to replicate the Bhutan For Life idea to other countries so that they too can conserve their protected areas for all time.
After all, there are many other countries who face the same issues that we face.
that can help win the world's fight for sustainability, only they may not have the ability to invest in them now.
So what if we set up Earth For Life, a global fund, to kickstart the Bhutan For Life throughout the world?
I invite you to help me, to carry this dream beyond our borders to all those who care about our planet's future.
After all, we're here to dream together, to work together, to fight climate change together, to protect our planet together.
Because the reality is we are in it together.
Some of us might dress differently, but we are in it together.
Thank you very much, and kadrin chhe la. Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. | {
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I had calmed down after a night of sleep and would no longer begrudge having to give away the medal.
I had my photos and memories anyway.
âYes-yes! I see you have the gold medal-nyon! You can take it off now-nyon!â
There was no need to give her the gold medal. You just needed to equip it so that it was visible.
Apparently, you did have to give it to her at first, but there were so many players asking to keep it that they changed it.
In fact, they even returned the medals to players who already submitted theirs.
This would have been tremendous work if humans had to do it, but it was simple with an AI.
âHere is your medal!â
It had the constellation on the front and a wooly sheep on the back.
This one was more cute than cool.
âAnd here is the special reward! âCloud Sheep Woolâ-nyon!â
So the reward was wool from the cloud sheep.
No matter how many times I touched it, it felt amazingly soft.
Also, since itâs related to clouds, does that mean...?
I would have to go to Mr. Yuâs workshop.
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I showed the heavenly maiden at the front desk the wool, and its uses appeared in a window in front of me.
...I see.
So this was material that allowed you to evolve the Cloudcrossing Tabi!
Currently, it was the third day after I had requested that my windcloud equipment be repaired and evolved.
So I would actually be able to take them now. But I prefered to get everything at once when it was all finished.
If I asked them to evolve the Cloudcrossing Tabi now, I would have to wait an extra day...but that was fine. Itâs not like there was any other option for me.
âPlease do it.â
I was to come back two days later during the afternoon.
âCertainly! Ah, we give this to customers who make lots of requests. The âPeach of Immortalityâ!â
She pulled out the shining peach as if just remembering this.
âOur master is very fond of them. If you give him one, then one of your requests will be finished in an instant! The power of the peach gives him energy and drive!â
In other words, it was a time-saving item, huh?
It was used in a lot in games that involved making something.
While it was useful, they were usually difficult to acquire. So, should I really use it here...?
No, I think that Iâll save it.
There might be another trial without combat. And I might take a few days to clear it.
In that case, there would be no point in having rushed.
If the remaining trials were all about combat, then I would use it.
Now that I had more than half of the medals, I was starting to think of the final battle.
However, I still didnât know anything about the Serpent Palace.
Though there was no need to rush, it would not be a bad idea to try and do things swiftly.
Now, I had finished what I needed to do, so it was time to head to the next trial.
It was the closest one from the Aries labyrinth, which was the Taurus labyrinth.
This was one that I didnât know anything about.
And so...I was looking forward to finding out.
I expected Taurus labyrinth Charin to be dressed as an American cowgirl or in cow print clothes.
However, she was wearing a flashy costume with lots of gold accessories. There was a sword in one hand and a red cloth in the other.
At this point, I had an idea of what the trial would be.
âWelcome to the Taurus labyrinth! Here, you will be bullfighting-nyon! But not ordinary bullfighting-nyon!â
Matador Charin said exactly what I was thinking.
âFirst, you cannot defeat your opponent, Mister Bull! Itâs not because heâs invincible, you just canât defeat him-nyon! You will receive a medal if you can survive for three minutes battling him! Survive for five minutes and you will receive a reward-nyon!â
In other words, run around for five minutes.
If it wasnât completely invincible, maybe I could stop it with skills.
However...there was a simpler method as well.
It wasnât something that all players could do. But I and some others had a way...
Stay in the air.
The bullfight would take place in a field surrounded by fences, but there was also a dome-shaped barrier so you couldnât escape into the sky.
The ceiling of the barrier was not too high, but high enough for a bull that could barely jump.
If I stayed up high enough, then I should be safe.
âIf only I had my Cloudcrossing Tabi...â
The weapon skill âFloating Cloudâ allowed you to make cloud platforms in the air.
One cloud lasted for five minutes, so you would be able to clear the trial easily.
Even now, my strategy was being used in one of the bullfighting rings.
A woman who looked like a witch was riding on a broom that was suspended in the air.
If she could also stay there for five minutes, then all she needed to do was wait.
It seems like they hadnât really thought this trial out...or not.
MOooooooooo!!!
The bull trampled the dirt with its front legs with fury. Then it pierced the ground with its horns before lifting them into the air. A part of the ground came out and shot through upwards like a bullet.
And just like that, she fell down and was pierced by the horns of the waiting bull.
âGah...!â
Came the final cry as she turned into light and disappeared.
Of course, even though she died, it didnât mean that being pierced was painful.
She had probably resurrected somewhere and was stomping her foot in the dirt with frustration.
Still, it was a good thing that I didnât bring the Cloudcrossing Tabi...!
If I had them, I would have been over confident and immediately started the trial, which would have resulted in me meeting the same fate as her.
First, I would watch other players and put together a strategy.
Perhaps Iâll find something that will give me a hint.
There was one ring in particular that had a lot of players watching.
Surely that meant there was something impressive going on.
âAh...â
In the center of the ring, there was a man who stood steadfast and without dodging, blocked all of the bullâs charges with his shield.
It was Buckler, a rd from the Straight Knights guild...!
He was able to maintain this for the full five minutes, and won the medal and the reward.
The spectators showered him with applause and praise.
His shield and armor were different from before.
They looked thicker and more durable.
However, I would never forget the face. It was Buckler.
âItâs been a while, Kyuji.â
Buckler said as he walked towards me.
So he hadnât forgotten about me.
âYeah. I havenât seen you since the turf war, Mister Buckler. Iâm honored that you remember my name.â
I just said what I felt, but perhaps it came off as sarcastic...?
I was a little worried, but Buckler just laughed and replied.
âOf course, I remember it! You are a top player and one of the faces of this game. If anyone doesnât know you, they must live in a hole.â
âUhahaha... Well, uh, thank you.â
I couldnât be too modest here.
After all, I had defeated him once.
So to lower myself would mean to take him down as well.
âOh, I see that you knew that half-assed armor would only get in the way of this trial, and so you came in your light beginner gear! Especially since there is a risk of destroying your main set! Iâd expect no less from the man who beat me!â
After being praised this much, I couldnât say that it was a coincidence or that I had been regretting not bringing my other equipment a moment ago...
âAnd I hear that youâve collected a lot of medals too! Iâm sure youâll reach the final battle soon, but I might get there first!â
âWell, Iâm really no match for a professional. Are you trying to be the first to reach the Serpent Palace?â
âOf course, I am! However, there are a lot of other strong players! So there is no guarantee that I can do it! Hahaha!â
A lot of other strong players...huh.
It was a good thing that this event didnât have PvP.
âWell, in any case, youâll have a chance to meet those players eventually! After all, itâs the battles between people that are the most exciting! If I ever have the opportunity of fighting you again, I will not lose! And so you better be ready!â
Buckler said before leaving.
As always, he had a tremendous presence...
If I fought him now, could I win, even with the Windcloud set?
During the turf war, I had just been helped by the event system, and could not say that I won based on my own ability.
So if I were to face players like Buckler in the future, and the conditions were completely fair...
Yes, I did need to become stronger. And that was a good thing.
The desire to move forward becomes a great motivation to play the game.
Well, not that I lacked motivation right now...
If anything, recently I had spent a whole day on one trial, so perhaps I was getting too absorbed.
This time, it was a bullfight where you didnât defeat the bull.
Iâd keep it cool and continue to dodge the danger and clear it.
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I wondered if he distrusted me so much that he had to risk his life just to follow me, his subordinate, to keep an eye on me. Or was it just concern? Maybe it was the former.
âI understand. Iâll be careful!â
I wouldnât know how to respond in a situation like this.
âIâm going to meet the three brains of this country, so you donât have to monitor me right now.â
I said and left the place.
Ah! I was finally free!
I wondered if Victor was more lonely than I had thought. I mean, Iâd have to tell him every single thing I did from now on. What a hassle!
Maybe I had been captured by a very troublesome prince.
Oh, and I also forgot to ask when I could meet the first prince. ...Iâm going to meet Victor tonight anyway, so I should just ask him then.
I thought, as I walked down the shiny, polished hallway.
âI was just wondering where you were, since you should have been here by now.â
As soon as I walked into the room where the old men were, Kate-sama greeted me with an inquiry.
Looking at the beaming smile on her face, I was honestly terrified as to how she knew that.
It didnât seem like she used magic, and I wondered if this was the result of her great intuition that she had cultivated over the years. I should learn from her!
Despite my arrival, Grandfather and Mark-sama were still playing chess in the back.
I was torn between thinking it was a quirk and needing them to be more interested in me.
âI guess I won.â
Grandfather muttered without laughing. At the same time, Mark-sama clanks down the piece that seems to be the king.
I could make a scene for a movie out of their movements right now. Thatâs how powerful their aura is.
âWell, could you please teach me various things?â
âVarious what?â
Kate-sama looked at me as if she were testing me.
I wondered if they knew that I could use magic. Well, I have not yet shown it publicly...
My eyes locked with Grandfatherâs.
Come to think of it, I wondered how I had survived that day.
When I came out of the lake in the forest of death, it seemed that my body had felt better thanks to Grandfather. But I donât remember any healing magic being used on me. The only thing I could think of under the circumstances was that he had given me magical power....
If so, someone must have known that I could use magic.... What should I do?
âWhy bother thinking about it so much? You want us to share our knowledge with you, donât you?â
Oh, maybe they didnât know I could use magic?
Well, if they did, I was going to ask them to give me a magic lesson, but this should be more convenient!
âEh! Really! Please take good care of me!â
I said vigorously as I bowed my head.
From there, they taught me many things until the sun went down.
I forgot to eat and instead listened to their stories. They all had different values and ways of thinking, but one thing they all had in common was that they all wished for peace in this world.
The more I listened to them, the more I thought about them and came up with many opinions.
I remember my first meeting with Uncle Will. I was surprised to find such a wise man, but the world was much larger than that.
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Bracers of Burst Earth... As expected of Loser (Bizef)âs prized rare item. Itâs at times like this that I really get the feeling that Iâm in another world. I can cover for my low level with good gear after all.
âO-, One hit...?â
âYes. Iâm also surprised. However, the Evil God should have also lost a lot of mana.â
âItâll be difficult with only us two, but I suppose it canât be helped.â
Dragon gangster and Flame gangster began chanting again. A magic circle appeared between them.
âI-, It canât be...â
âHuhu, did somebody say that it could only be done with three people? Itâs possible even with two.â
Kuh-, that thing from before again? Help from Timu wonât be coming this time. If I get hit by that again, I really wonât have any way to resist.
What should I do?
Triangle Hells Attack. They described it in a chuuni-esque way, but basically itâs a stamina drain. I know the trick to it now. Finishing the spell, the three of them had pointed at me as though locking on, and then black arrows came flying from every direction. And then when the arrows pierced me, I lost almost all my strength...
Mn!? Speaking of which, last time I stood still because I was hesitant to attack the gangster with my nunchaku. If I move so that they miss when they point at me, I might be able to avoid it.
Letâs try it out!
Now that Iâm set on this, itâs time to release that from my dark history; one of the Evil God Seven Hundred and Seventy Seven Skills.
Killing blow, âPepsi Roll.âWhile dancing through the battlefield in a figure- motion, you utilize the recoil from the movements to barrage from left and right with enough power to burst open a Pepsi can.
It was the special technique of a protagonist in a boxing manga in my old life. In my previous life I had become addicted to that manga, and instead of working or studying I just holed up in a manga cafe and read the entire series five times. In particular, I was so addicted that I filmed myself numerous times, performing the protagonistâs killing blow, âPepsi Rollâ and uploading it to a video-sharing website.
Well, the fact that I got carried away, practiced it on a log, and then fractured my hand is another story. Anyway, my body should still know how to do it.
I pulled my fists up into a guard, and took a boxing stance. And then, with movements like a bee, I headed at full speed towards the gangsters.
âT-, The hell is that!?â
âKuh-, I canât read her movements.â
Heh! Just as expected. It looks like the gangsters canât follow tricky movements. While they were failing to get an aim on me, I closed the distance and closed in right in front of Dragon gangster.
âPrepare!â
Together with my shout, I used the centrifugal force and rained a barrage of punches upon him. His solar plexus, his face, his temple. I continued hitting them all rhythmically, striking mercilessly into his vitals. It canât be helped. Dragon gangster has regeneration powers, so there wouldnât be any point in hitting him with half-a̲s̲s̲e̲d̲ attacks.
âH-, Hii. Gue-, yo-, st-, sto-, p, s-, saveââGOHEHH!â
Frothing at the mouth, Dragon gangster fainted in agony. He was spreading bloody vomit everywhere, but he was alive at least.
Now then, thereâs just one gangster left. Only, I donât want to get violent on a girl. Itâd be great if she ran away now, but...
Well, if she still wants to go at it, Iâll give her a taste of gender equality.
âYouâre the only one left, you know. Well? Going to surrender?â
â...Evil God. That was splendid. However, I know your weak point now. It seems that youâre a close combat type. Iâm going to burn you from afar.â
Saying that, Flame gangster took a distance, and began to activate her magic.
Crap!
It seems that she found out that I couldnât use magic. Itâs true that I havenât used a single spell this whole time. It canât be helped. Iâll get through this with a bluff somehow.
âHuhu, when did I say I was bad with ranged battles? Even though Iâm actually better at ranged magical attacks.â
âItâs up to you if you want to test it. Only youâd better be prepared to disappear down to the last drop of blood!â
âThen I will reciprocate with my Terafire. Iâm going to turn this whole region into ash, you know.â
Oooh, this chick can bluff too! Like Iâll lose to her. Iâve been an expert in chuuni bluffs since my last life.
âHA HA HA! Then Iâll use this spell to destroy the whole damn country!â
âY-, Youâre bluffingâ v-, very well. If youâre going to say that much, then Iâll show you the flames of hell. Itâs my most powerful move. Both you and this town are done for.â
Flame gangster was shaken. Looks like sheâs about half-convinced by my bluff. It seems that thanks to the defeat of Tiger gangster and Dragon gangster, sheâs mistaken me for a talented adventurer. Thanks to Loser (Bizef)âs weapon, Iâve really taken her for a ride.
Alright. Iâll just chant some threatening incantation to continue the pressure. Only, I donât know the magic of this world, so my only choice is to make use of my memories of my old world.
Which phrase would be best...
I know! That one!
I decided to use the lines from a certain animeâs strongest spell to scare her.
âTremble in fear! Thou who art darker than darkness, Thou who art faster than even a flowing river... By the lofty name of Dark Matter... We swear on the Evil God.â
âW-, What is that! Iâve never heard of such a chant.â
âHmph. The lukewarm spells made from the immature magic elements of this nation are no match for me. Iâll show you the Evil Godâs final technique!â
âI shall continue. Those who would defy Us, All those who are fools, By Our power, Grant Destruction upon them!â
I rhythmically moved my hands as though actually activating some grand spell. I randomly brought my hands together and made a heart-shape, and did other random pantomimes.
âY-, You canât be... A-, Are you sane? If you release magic with that gargantuan mana, far from this country, even the world itself will be destroyed!â
âYou wanted to see it, didnât you? Iâll show it to you. The end of the world!â
âW-, Wait...â
âThe games end now. GIGA SLAââ
âH-, Hiii!â
Flame gangster looked at me as though I was some sort of monster, and after shrieking, she ran away.
Yes! My bluff completely fooled her!
There were some unexpected occurrences, but I managed to show them my strength. Now that theyâve had such a painful experience, they probably wonât make trouble for us again.
Phew~ Itâs over...
Now that the fight was over, throbbing pains ran through my body. I got into a brawl, didnât I. Honestly, this was my first time fighting. In my previous life, I was one-sidedly beaten, but I was never hurt to this extent. But well, this time I got them right back though.
Speaking of which, that Flame gangster left her companions here. Although theyâre gangster, Iâm hesitant to just leave them here. They look pretty badly injured, so maybe I should at least call somebody to heal them. I turned towards town,
âUu!â
and what faced me were the sabertooth tiger things from earlier, growling and glaring at me.
They came here on some dangerous mounts.
T-, This is bad. The gangsters were still people so I could fool them with my mouth, but that wonât work on wild animals.
W-, What should I do?
Our eyes met. What ferocious expressions. There isnât even a little friendliness.
I-, If itâs come to this, then Iâll just do whatever I can! I held the rare weapon up in a fighting pose to threaten them.
I-, If youâre going to come, then come! If possible, Iâd prefer that you didnât though...
âKyain, kyuinâ
Ooh~ I donât really get it, but they ran away. Did they see me as a strong warrior because I defeated their masters? Now that theyâre running away scared, they kind of look like chihuahuas, and Iâm starting to find them a bit cute.
Iâll try gesturing at the mounts to convey the message. First I pointed at the gangsters, and then I mimed riding, and various other things...
After a few minutes, perhaps they understood me, because they picked their masters up, and disappeared.
W-, With this, it really has ended. I pat my chest in relief.
Once the tension left me, I collapsed to my knees. I really did overdo things. My entire body is weary. I took a drain after all.
But I did well in coming out fine. Itâs thanks to the items that Loser (Bizef) lent me. But those items are ruined enough that theyâre pitiful to look at. There were cracks in them, and because of Flame gangsterâs fire, they were blackened all over.
If Loser (Bizef) sees them, wonât he faint a second time?
His prided and gorgeous items look like scrap now. But I donât intend on reimbursing him, you know. If he wants to complain, then he should bring it up with the gangster.
To begin with, itâs Loser (Bizef)âs fault for fainting at the very beginning and retiring from the match. He sure is easygoing for the Guard Captain. Had Loser (Bizef) tried harder, neither Timu or I would have needed to fight...
Thanks to Timu and I, it looks like the trouble this time has been solved. And in particular, I really owe Timu. She risked her life to save me. Sheâs down with chuuni disease at the moment, but at heart sheâs still the same. A really wonderful little sister.
I looked at Timu lovingly. She was sleeping soundly.
âTimu.â
I moved my body, to try and run over to her.
My insides hurt. Iâm probably going to have muscle pain tomorrow. Guess Iâll have a rest before I head home. Moving to Timuâs side, and snuggling up to her, I fell asleep. | {
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I said to Eric.
I had no reason to reject any request from him.
However, Ericâs expression was hesitant and troubled.
âThank you... But I beg you to listen before making any decision.â
âSo, what do you want me to do?â
âThe thing is...â
Just then, Shia stood up frantically.
âI am sure that it would be better if I do not listen?â
Shia was expecting us to talk about top-secret matters.
âRi-right. Thatâs right.â
Luchila realized it from Shiaâs attitude and also stood up frantically.
Even Grulf got up.
Though Grulf could hardly understand what we would be talking about, so I didnât think there could be any harm in him listening.
Eric looked to Shia and said calmly,
âNo, I would like for you all to hear it as well.â
âBut...â
âGrrr...â
âThe secret that I want to tell you, is that there is a way to break through the divine protective barrier. And also about the protection of the god of the dark ones. You two know about, donât you?â
âYes. I know.â
The divine protective barrier was a giant barrier that surrounded large cities.
If any strong monsters tried to enter it, they would be ravaged by intense pain and not be able to show their full strength.
This was why the vampires could only send lesser vampires into the palace.
However, near the end of the battle with the vampires, it was discovered that arch vampires had also infiltrated the palace.
Arch vampires were powerful monsters. Normally, they would not have been able to enter.
And yet Serulis and Luchila, who had fought them, said that they were strong.
In other words, they had somehow managed to trick the barrier.
Shia and I had experienced the protective barrier of the god of the dark ones during our fight with the Vampire High Lord.
It had restricted my powers greatly and made the fight difficult.
âCluck-cluck.â
Gerberga clucked on my lap.
Gerberga had been there when I was assaulted by the effects of the barrier.
It must have been very painful, even for the God Fowl himself.
Everyone present recalled what they had experienced, and their faces became dark.
âGroof?â
Grulf looked puzzled.
Grulf had been there when the barrier had activated. However, he was sleeping.
He probably didnât remember.
Refi petted his head as he wagged his tail.
Eric waited for everyone to sit down again before he continued.
âI had the Palace Sorcerer and Alchemist inspect the magic tools that the arch vampires were carrying.â
âDid they discover something?â
âYes.â
It had only been two days.
The palace Sorcerer and Alchemist must be very skilled.
âIt has to do with the ham that you talked about earlier...â
According to Eric, the cursed ham was one of the ingredients used to break through the barrier of divine protection.
I had one question.
âBefore we knew that there was a way to break through the barrier, it was forbidden to even own the ham, wasnât it? Why was that?â
âIt was originally banned as a cursed tool used to summon devils.â
I could see why it had been banned then.
Summoning a devil meant that you would be opening a gate into a different dimension.
It was a very dangerous thing to do.
âYes. I had not thought that there would be people within the palace who were connected to the dark ones. Humans no less.â
âYou also said that this Kabino had his hands in the slave trade?â
âI did.â âThe thing is, even if you had many slaves within the capital, it would be very difficult to take them outside.â
âThat might be.â
âAnd it would be nearly impossible to sell them within the capital.â
âHmm.â
â...Could he have been trying to use them as sacrifices?â
There would be no need to take them outside the city if they were used for sacrifices.
It was a frightful thought. It was unforgivable.
âI wish I could use my officials to start an investigation immediately.â
âAnd I wonder about these great nobles who are backing them. I do not know who the traitors are.â
Eric nodded.
âExactly. Who these nobles are and what their aim is. I want you to find that out.â
âNobles, huh? Tricky.â
âIf itâs necessary, you can use your position as Grand Duke.â
âIf I told them, it would hurt me in the future...â
âI suppose you are right. Then I shall give you a necklace that will prove that you are the kingâs representative on this matter.â
âYou have such a thing?â
So saying, Eric stood up and left the room.
He returned quickly.
âHere it is. Take it with you, Locke.â
âYouâre very prepared.â
My name was engraved in the necklace.
âI had a feeling that something like this would happen soon.â
He really was well prepared.
It might have been too late if he started acting only after I returned.
He must have predicted this would happen.
âI will do what I can.
âThank you. Shia and Luchila. I want you to help Locke as well.â âCertainly!â
âI understand!â
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On the table, beautiful bluish-white porcelain tea utensils were neatly arranged, while the three-tiered wagon was stacked with an abundance of gem-like sweets.
There were three individuals present. Perhaps it was two people accompanied by a single animal. Alternatively, it could have been one person with two animals.
After various discussions had concluded, Lucella and Kafal were invited to a âmodest tea gathering.â
Indeed, it could be considered modest, at least in terms of the number of attendees.
âMy apologies. Being a king means that I canât decide on things arbitrarily. I canât even have a discussion without everyone present like that.â
After the conclusion of the discussions, Lazarus, dressed in a slightly more casual attire than before, took it upon himself to prepare the tea for the guests, Lucella and Kafal.
In this setting, there were no attendants to serve. The royal guards, maintaining a considerable distance, were scattered throughout the garden, ensuring security without intruding on the intimate gathering.
âPlease be at ease. Iâm the only one here now. I can finally get to speak not as the king of Setulev but as Lazarus. ...Oh, it seems we only have dilated dayflower tea. Itâs good for the throat, but it has a strong taste...â
âU-Um, please donât worry. We can drink it.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
Lazarus skillfully poured the tea in such a good mood that it seemed like heâd start humming.
Even Lucella, who was not familiar with the royal palace etiquette, could discern that such behavior was far from ordinary. It seemed risky for Lazarus to act in a manner that could potentially provoke the nobility and risk the loss of the kingdomâs authority. However, when facing a dragon, it appeared that social standing held little significance to him.
Lucella was not naive enough to wholeheartedly believe in the deception of âmerely a private tea gathering.â However, she believed that forming a connection with Lazarus at this moment would surely be advantageous.
â...By the way, are you sure speaking using human language is alright?â
âYes. Mom still has some trouble speaking it, but she can understand it for the most part.â
âThen I shall do that. But still, getting to speak in Dragonian was a valuable experience.â
Giselleâs ring was already returned to Lucella.
Lazarus reveled in delight, much like a curious and adventurous young boy, as he experienced the use of the magical item that bestowed language abilities. It seemed like he left his majesty and dignity somewhere.
Lucella accepted the tea timidly, it having been served by none other than the king himself.
There was a mythril-silver spoon in the cup. It was most likely poison-testing tableware that reacted to the poisons and changed color. Upper-class people normally used mythril-silver poison-testing tableware for eating and drinking, but as this cup was made of porcelain, they provided it in the form of a spoon instead.
Lucella and Kafal wouldâve easily digested the poison even if they were fed it, though...
The tea was most likely moderately warm. It had a strong astringent taste that adults liked. It seemed like sweets would go well with it.
Once Lazarus saw Kafal starting to drink, he took a sip from his own cup.
âLucella. Temperature... good?â
âItâs not
âOkay.â
As she said so, Kafal blew a fragrant and thin breath towards Lucellaâs teacup.
It wasnât the so-called fire breath, but it still brought forth a choking heat.
âWait, dragons blow on their food to heat it up?!â
The tea in the teacup Lucella was holding started to boil.
âNot hot... I thought... not hot enough.â
âT-Thanks...â
â...Hahah.â
Lazarus couldnât hold back and started chuckling.
Lucella drank the boiling tea. Normal humans would get their throats burnt by its temperature, but Lucella only found it slightly stimulating. If you could drink tea at that temperature so nonchalantly, you could perhaps experience a unique flavor of it.
âI have heard the rough situation from Tim, but Iâm personally interested in you two as well. Could you tell me about it?â
âI donât mind.â
As requested, Lucella began recounting the incredibly peculiar events of the past year to Lazarus.
She shared her near-death experience on the mountain, her encounter with Kafal, and everything that had led up to the present moment.
Although Lazarus likely had a rough understanding of the overall situation, hearing the story directly from the person involved allowed for a deeper understanding of the intricate details. He listened with great interest, captivated by the narrative unfolding before him.
âI see, thatâs very interesting. Sometimes reality can be more eventful than the stories... Ah, perhaps this was a rude way to put it.â
âNot at all, even I canât believe it was all real.â
Lazarusâ impressions were quite on point.
Lucella was here now due to many lucky and coincidental events as well her own choices.
The story at least served as something to pay back for this tea and snacks.
â...Ah yes, I forgot to thank you. Thank you for saving Monica.â
Lazarus suddenly thanked her.
âMonica... You mean... that girl?â
It was the girl that Lucella saved from the mysterious golem attack on her road to the royal capital.
She didnât expect Lazarus to mention her name here.
Monica wasnât even related to him by blood. Not just that, she was even a child born from his wifeâs adultery.
âUmm... that girl...â
âYeah... Iâve done something pitiful to that girl.â
Lazarus looked towards the magnificent palace beyond the garden with eyes dyed in sorrow.
âThe system we call a kingdom has to sacrifice many things to function. Loreina could not endure that. Both she and Monica are just victims in my eyes. And that is also my sin as someone carrying the Setulev kingdom on his back. After all, they too are the residents of this kingdom.â
Loreina.
That was the name of Monicaâs mother.
Her situation weighed on Lucellaâs mind so she looked into things like old newspaper articles a bit, but she got tired of seeing so much irrelevant information. The palace scandal had become a âsensationalâ event that rocked the serene and peaceful kingdom, feeding the publicâs insatiable curiosity. It was no wonder that everyone seemed to know about Monica.
A Regalia user bloodline implied that Loreinaâs duke household had strongly inherited the royal blood from the time of making the Regalia, so their status was appropriately high. She was a suitable marriage partner for Lazarus, who was the first prince at the time, but when that turned into a scandal, it became a huge incident that shook the entire kingdom.
âShe and I had to marry for the kingdom. Everyone approved and blessed us, and everything should have fallen into place... But if as a result, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, then I must have made the wrong choice.â
Lazarus spoke with sighs mixed in.
She was forced to marry the next king just because of her aptitude for the Regalia. It was not something she herself wanted.
Lazarus seemed to be regretting that outcome.
âCould I ask you to become Monicaâs friend? This is just an unworthy request of me.â
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And so, how I see my work contributing is sort of trying to literally re-imagine these connections and physically rebuild them.
This graph represents what we're dealing with now in the built environment.
And it's really a conflux of urban population rising, biodiversity plummeting and also, of course, sea levels rising and climate changing.
So when I also think about design, trying to rework and re-engage the lines on this graph in a more productive way.
And you can see from the arrow here indicating "you are here," I'm trying to sort of blend and meld these two very divergent fields of urbanism and ecology, and sort of bring them together in an exciting new way.
So the era of big infrastructure is over.
I mean, these sort of top-down, mono-functional, capital-intensive solutions are really not going to cut it.
We need new tools and new approaches.
Similarly, the idea of architecture as this sort of object in the field, devoid of context, is really not the -- excuse me, it's fairly blatant -- is really not the approach that we need to take.
So we need new stories, new heroes and new tools.
So now I want to introduce you to my new hero and that is the eastern oyster.
So, albeit a very small creature and very modest, this creature is incredible, into these mega-reef structures.
It can grow; you can grow it; and -- did I mention? -- it's quite tasty.
So the oyster was the basis for a manifesto-like urban design project that I did about the New York Harbor called "oyster-tecture."
And the core idea of oyster-tecture is to harness the biological power of mussels, eelgrass and oysters -- species that live in the harbor -- and, at the same time, harness the power of people who live in the community towards making change now.
Here's a map of my city, New York City, showing inundation in red.
And what's circled is the site that I'm going to talk about, the Gowanus Canal and Governors Island.
If you look here at this map, showing everything in blue is out in the water, and everything in yellow is upland.
But you can see, even just intuit, from this map, that the harbor has dredged and flattened, and went from a rich, three-dimensional mosaic to flat muck in really a matter of years.
Another set of views of actually the Gowanus Canal itself.
Now the Gowanus is particularly smelly -- I will admit it.
There are problems of sewage overflow and contamination, but I would also argue that almost every city has this exact condition, and it's a condition that we're all facing.
And here's a map of that condition, showing the contaminants in yellow and green, exacerbated by this new flow of storm-surge and sea-level rise.
So we really had a lot to deal with.
When we started this project, one of the core ideas was to look back in history and try to understand what was there.
And you can see from this map, there's this incredible geographical signature of a series of islands that were out in the harbor and a matrix of salt marshes and beaches that served as natural wave attenuation for the upland settlement.
We also learned at this time that you could eat an oyster about the size of a dinner plate in the Gowanus Canal itself.
So our concept is really this back-to-the-future concept, harnessing the intelligence of that land settlement pattern.
And the idea has two core stages.
One is to develop a new artificial ecology, a reef out in the harbor, that would then protect new settlement patterns inland and the Gowanus.
Because if you have cleaner water and slower water, you can imagine a new way of living with that water.
So the project really addresses these three core issues in a new and exciting way, I think.
Here we are, back to our hero, the oyster.
And again, it's this incredibly exciting animal.
It accepts algae and detritus in one end, and through this beautiful, glamorous set of stomach organs, out the other end comes cleaner water.
And one oyster can filter up to 50 gallons of water a day.
Oyster reefs also covered about a quarter of our harbor and were capable of filtering water in the harbor in a matter of days.
They were key in our culture and our economy.
Basically, New York was built on the backs of oystermen, and our streets were literally built over oyster shells.
This image is an image of an oyster cart, which is now as ubiquitous as the hotdog cart is today.
So again, we got the short end of the deal there.
Finally, oysters can attenuate and agglomerate onto each other and form these amazing natural reef structures.
They really become nature's wave attenuators.
of any harbor ecosystem.
Many, many species depend on them.
So we were inspired by the oyster, but I was also inspired by the life cycle of the oyster.
It can move from a fertilized egg to a spat, which is when they're floating through the water, and when they're ready to attach onto another oyster, to an adult male oyster or female oyster, in a number of weeks.
We reinterpreted this life cycle on the scale of our sight and took the Gowanus as a giant oyster nursery where oysters would be grown up in the Gowanus, then paraded down in their spat stage and seeded out on the Bayridge Reef.
And so the core idea here was to hit the reset button and regenerate an ecology over time that was regenerative and cleaning and productive.
How does the reef work? Well, it's very, very simple.
A core concept here is that climate change isn't something that -- the answers won't land down from the Moon.
And with a $20 billion price tag, we should simply start and get to work with what we have now and what's in front of us.
So this image is simply showing -- it's a field of marine piles interconnected with this woven fuzzy rope.
What is fuzzy rope, you ask?
It's just that; it's this very inexpensive thing, available practically at your hardware store, and it's very cheap.
So we imagine that we would actually potentially even host a bake sale to start our new project.
So in the studio, rather than drawing, we began to learn how to knit.
The concept was to really knit this rope together for the oysters to grow on.
You can see in the diagram how it grows over time from an infrastructural space into a new public urban space.
And that grows over time dynamically with the threat of climate change.
It also creates this incredibly interesting, I think, new amphibious public space, where you can imagine working, you can imagine recreating in a new way.
In the end, what we realized we were making was a new blue-green watery park for the next watery century -- an amphibious park, if you will.
So get your Tevas on.
So you can imagine scuba diving here.
This is an image of high school students, scuba divers that we worked with on our team.
So you can imagine a sort of new manner of living with a new relationship with the water, and also a hybridizing of recreational and science programs in terms of monitoring.
Another new vocabulary word for the brave new world: this is the word "flupsy" -- it's short for "floating upwelling system."
And this glorious, readily available device is basically a floating raft with an oyster nursery below.
So the water is churned through this raft.
You can see the eight chambers on the side host little baby oysters and essentially force-feed them.
So rather than having 10 oysters, you have 10,000 oysters.
And then those spat are then seeded.
Here's the Gowanus future with the oyster rafts on the shorelines -- the flupsification of the Gowanus.
New word.
And also showing oyster gardening for the community along its edges.
And finally, how much fun it would be to watch the flupsy parade and cheer on the oyster spats as they go down to the reef.
I get asked two questions about this project.
One is: why isn't it happening now?
And the second one is: when can we eat the oysters?
And the answer is: not yet, they're working.
But we imagine, with our calculations, that by 2050, you might be able to sink your teeth into a Gowanus oyster.
To conclude, this is just one cross-section of one piece of city, but my dream is, my hope is, that when you all go back to your own cities that we can start to work together and collaborate on remaking and reforming a new urban landscape towards a more sustainable, a more livable and a more delicious future.
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... so, where is this? It doesnât appear to be a hospital.
That was because this is the middle of a forest. First of all, this might be the afterlife...
No way, it canât be? Am I really dead?
No... nooo... there was still so much I wanted to do... ...but, what I wanted to do the most was with him... but, heâs already dead...
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Tears flow down my cheeks.
Even though I was dead, my sorrow still remains.
It canât be helped. I have already passed into the afterlife. It is alright to morn.
After crying for a while and calming down, I noticed that my height had shrunk.
In the first place, my hair color is light yellow green. Not black.
Does oneâs body change when they die?
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What is this? This. Something is written.
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You are probably surprised from how sudden things have happened.
Unfortunately, you were run over by a vehicle on earth and died. But, I am very grateful for the care that you have always shown towards me on the roadside.
This is why I have saved your soul to the best of my abilities.
The name of this world is âAnazumu.â
In truth, I wanted to prevent you from dying on Earth, but unfortunately, I do not possess that sort of power... I sincerely apologize.
Thus, I have sent your soul to a different world. I hope that you will be able to enjoy your new life in the other world and attain happiness.
Here is an explanation of the world. Do note that I was unable to give you any particular special powers, I unfortunately do not have that kind of ability. However, you will have the ability to read and write the language of this world.
Also, if you close your eyes and think [show my status] you will be able to see all sorts of information about yourself. Well, this is something every resident of this world can do.
And lastly, some advice
In your original world, you were years of age, but now in this world you are about years of age. Incidentally, if you die in this world, you will really pass away.
Thank you, and please take care.
Genso Jizoã
Ganso Jizo...? Ah, must be that Jizo-sama in our neighborhood? So it really was a God.
In other words, that means this is a reincarnation in a different world, like in a light novel or web novel, right?
I see, so thatâs why my hair color is different.
For the time being, it would not be bad to take a look at my status, right?
I said, ãShow my statusãin my mind.
I see, this is the status... Just like in a game.
By the way, what is SKP?
Is there any explanation anywhere?
When I thought that question, letters appeared in my mind.
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If you have any real problem etc., be strong and pray with me in mind.
At such a time, I will cooperate as much as possible.
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As I thought, the whole explanation was from that Jizo-sama.
In the middle of the explanation it began to feel that way.
First of all, thatâs right. I think it best to use the STP on raising MP at this level and use a lot of magic.
I placed SKP in [Fire Magic] and in [Water Magic].
...this world. It would match up with him.
Concerning about him, I put my dark feelings away, we both gave offering to that Genso Jizo-sama, so it isnât like there is no possibility that he could also be in this world, right?
For now, I guess I will make my goal to look for him.
Before that, I need to leave this forest.
I cautiously began to walk.
And then, I wonder if I have been walking for about 5 hours?
I saw a strange creature.
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I remember having a friend who is a survival game maniac. I should have listened better to that guyâs story. As an indoor person, Iâm not interested in outdoor activities like survival games...Wait in the past, am I really a shut-in?
Letâs just seal that dark memory, tie it to a weight stone, and sink it into the Mariana trench. I just need to focus on giving the command to the troop. Though the content of the command is the same as last time. I told them to make a -man team.
Once again, I was forced to notice how much the knights of this world emphasized their strength. Maybe because they are knights? A weak knight is lame after all.
This time, though, I need to let them get used to fighting as a group. Their future opponent, the demons, will only see them as food. If the knights tried to look cool by fighting alone, they, their parents, and their siblings would end up in demonsâ stomachs.
âSo group fighting means moving as a group and defeating your opponent as a group, right?â
Right here is it. One of the reasons why one-to-one battles are so prevalent in this world is because one of the knightâs main incomes is ransom money. Yeah, RANSOM MONEY.
In a battle between countries, catching the opponentâs nobles or knights and asking for ransom money is one of the knightsâ main incomes. Especially for the knights who have no land of their own. Really, arenât they practically bandits that just didnât outright kill?
Since catching them is much more profitable, the knights rarely did a group battle as they feared one-against-many battles might kill their future income. They will use every means to catch their opponent.
There are many cases where a knight loses their fortune and ends up in debt to pay for their own ransom money. If gambling is the number reason a knight loses their title, then paying their ransom is number . Of course, knights wonât lose their titles just because they are caught, but oftentimes their debt becomes so enormous that they have no choice but to sell their titles as a knight. This is how the usual battle between knights ends.
âIn a battle with demons, you have no way to negotiate your life if you get captured.â
I wonder if negotiation is really impossible? It should be, right? If negotiation is possible, then the kingdom wonât have to go through this much trouble. Now that I think about it, is the demon kingâs reason for invasion told in the game?
For now, thatâs not important.
âSo this is the target?â
âYes. As the targets wonât attack back, everyone can focus on learning how to cooperate in a group battle. Though I hope no one attacks the horses.â
âOf course, no one will.â
The âtargetsâ is a bundle of tree branches tied together to the horsesâ tails. The target is as thick as a human body. The plan is to make these horses run, creating a moving target.
I was hoping to create the targets with straws, but since thereâs no straw, I have to be satisfied with these bundled tree branches. Anyway, I never knew that a horseâs tail alone is as thick as a human arm.
By the way, the people who make these targets are the people of the Zeavert army. They will also be the ones that ride the horses. These guys look happy to be exalted as elite. I just hope when the training starts, they wonât bully the training knights too much.
Twenty horses faced the training knights. The training itself is simple. The training knights only need to stab these bundled branches that are tied to the horseâs tail.
After a flag was raised, the horses started to run. The bundled branches on their tails kicked up more dust than I expected. In just an instant, a cloud of dust is raised on the âbattlefieldâ and the training knights lose their vision.
âItâs much more conspicuous than I expected.â
âIt looks like a large army running on the battlefield.â
I was also surprised by the amount of dust. Unexpectedly, using those targets on dry ground is this effective. Now, if a group of soldiers chased the horses, people might go blind because of the dust.
The horses ran toward the sides of the training knights and the knights started to move toward the horses, resulting in... Pure chaos.
âHey, be careful!â
âYou need to aim at this guy, not that guy!â
âWhoa!â
Some ended up rolling on the ground after being pushed by others, some swung their weapons recklessly causing them to hit their teammates. Wow. There are even people who crashed into each other. Good thing they use blunt swords for this training.
Beside me Count Shandel and the others are dumbfounded.
âItâs much more chaotic than I expected.â
âThis is what will happen if youâre used to one-to-one combat.â
This is the scary side of a group battle. Chaos will happen if the team commander didnât give clear instructions about who to attack.
But the team commanders who are used to one-to-one battles will only instruct by shouting âattack here!â or âattack there!â causing confusion and misunderstanding among the team members. Adding to that, many team members will just do as they please. A clear recipe for disaster.
To make the knights who have the most confidence in themselves understand the importance of executing the team commanderâs order precisely, not just by their feeling, I set them up to mess up on purpose.
After all, the knights of this world trust one-to-one fights too much. I wonder if itâs because this world is originally a game? And well, this isnât important, but arenât the Zeavert knights having too much fun âbullyingâ the training knights?
This much should be enough. I raised the signal to stop the horses. All of the training knights including the countâs subordinates who are covered with dust returned with dumbfounded looks.
âNext. The Zeavert knights are going to show you how you should do it. Zeavert knights, give your horses to the others.â
People will learn if you show them, tell them, let them try, and praise them. They must now understand the necessity of observation. From here on is the real start of the lecture about the group battle.
The kingdomâs military power has grown with both the way to tackle magic and the group battle under it. I have to work at least this much because I donât have any cheat; otherwise, I donât dare to fight the demons. | {
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ããããšãããããŸãã | When I was 11, seeing some of my friends leaving the school because their parents could not afford textbooks made me angry.
When I was 27, hearing the plight of a desperate slave father whose daughter was about to be sold to a brothel made me angry.
At the age of 50, lying on the street, in a pool of blood, along with my own son, made me angry.
Dear friends, for centuries we were taught anger is bad.
Our parents, teachers, priests -- everyone taught us how to control and suppress our anger.
But I ask why?
Why can't we convert our anger for the larger good of society?
Why can't we use our anger to challenge and change the evils of the world?
That I tried to do.
Friends, most of the brightest ideas came to my mind out of anger.
Like when I was 35 and sat in a locked-up, tiny prison.
The whole night, I was angry.
But it has given birth to a new idea.
But I will come to that later on.
Let me begin with the story of how I got a name for myself.
I had been a big admirer of Mahatma Gandhi since my childhood.
Gandhi fought and lead India's freedom movement.
But more importantly, he taught us how to treat the most vulnerable sections, the most deprived people, with dignity and respect.
And so, when India was celebrating Mahatma Gandhi's birth centenary in 1969 -- at that time I was 15 -- an idea came to my mind.
Why can't we celebrate it differently?
I knew, as perhaps many of you might know, that in India, a large number of people are born in the lowest segment of caste.
And they are treated as untouchables.
These are the people -- forget about allowing them to go to the temples, they cannot even go into the houses and shops of high-caste people.
So I was very impressed with the leaders of my town who were speaking very highly against the caste system and untouchability and talking of Gandhian ideals.
So inspired by that, I thought, let us set an example by inviting these people to eat food cooked and served by the untouchable community.
I went to some low-caste, so-called untouchable, people, tried to convince them, but it was unthinkable for them.
They told me, "No, no. It's not possible. It never happened."
I said, "Look at these leaders, they are so great, they are against untouchability.
They will come. If nobody comes, we can set an example."
These people thought that I was too naive.
Finally, they were convinced.
My friends and I took our bicycles and invited political leaders.
And I was so thrilled, rather, empowered to see that each one of them agreed to come.
I thought, "Great idea. We can set an example.
We can bring about change in the society."
The day has come.
All these untouchables, three women and two men, they agreed to come.
I could recall that they had used the best of their clothes.
They brought new utensils.
They had taken baths hundreds of times because it was unthinkable for them to do.
It was the moment of change.
They gathered. Food was cooked.
It was 7 o'clock.
By 8 o'clock, we kept on waiting, because it's not very uncommon that the leaders become late, for an hour or so.
So after 8 o'clock, we took our bicycles and went to these leaders' homes, just to remind them.
One of the leader's wives told me, "Sorry, he is having some headache, perhaps he cannot come."
I went to another leader and his wife told me, "Okay, you go, he will definitely join."
So I thought that the dinner will take place, though not at that large a scale.
I went back to the venue, which was a newly built Mahatma Gandhi Park.
It was 10 o'clock.
None of the leaders showed up.
That made me angry.
I was standing, leaning against Mahatma Gandhi's statue.
I was emotionally drained, rather exhausted.
Then I sat down where the food was lying.
I kept my emotions on hold.
But then, when I took the first bite, I broke down in tears.
And suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
And it was the healing, motherly touch of an untouchable woman.
And she told me, "Kailash, why are you crying?
You have done your bit.
You have eaten the food cooked by untouchables, which has never happened in our memory."
She said, "You won today."
And my friends, she was right.
I came back home, a little after midnight, shocked to see that several high-caste elderly people were sitting in my courtyard.
I saw my mother and elderly women were crying and they were pleading to these elderly people because they had threatened to outcaste my whole family.
And you know, outcasting the family is the biggest social punishment one can think of.
Somehow they agreed to punish only me, and the punishment was purification.
That means I had to go 600 miles away from my hometown to the River Ganges to take a holy dip.
And after that, I should organize a feast for priests, 101 priests, wash their feet and drink that water.
It was total nonsense, and I refused to accept that punishment.
How did they punish me?
I was barred from entering into my own kitchen and my own dining room, my utensils were separated.
But the night when I was angry, they wanted to outcaste me.
But I decided to outcaste the entire caste system.
And that was possible because the beginning would have been to change the family name, or surname, because in India, most of the family names are caste names.
So I decided to drop my name.
And then, later on, I gave a new name to myself: Satyarthi, that means, "seeker of truth."
And that was the beginning of my transformative anger.
Friends, maybe one of you can tell me, what was I doing before becoming a children's rights activist?
Does anybody know?
No.
I was an engineer, an electrical engineer.
And then I learned how the energy of burning fire, coal, the nuclear blast inside the chambers, raging river currents, fierce winds, could be converted into the light and lives of millions.
I also learned how the most uncontrollable form of energy could be harnessed for good and making society better.
So I'll come back to the story of when I was caught in the prison: I was very happy freeing a dozen children from slavery, handing them over to their parents.
I cannot explain my joy when I free a child.
I was so happy.
But when I was waiting for my train to come back to my hometown, Delhi, I saw that dozens of children were arriving; they were being trafficked by someone.
I stopped them, those people.
I complained to the police.
So the policemen, instead of helping me, they threw me in this small, tiny shell, like an animal.
And that was the night of anger when one of the brightest and biggest ideas was born.
I thought that if I keep on freeing 10 children, and 50 more will join, that's not done.
And I believed in the power of consumers, and let me tell you that this was the first time when a campaign was launched by me or anywhere in the world, to educate and sensitize the consumers to create a demand for child-labor-free rugs.
In Europe and America, we have been successful.
And it has resulted in a fall in child labor in South Asian countries by 80 percent.
Not only that, but this first-ever consumer's power, or consumer's campaign has grown in other countries and other industries, maybe chocolate, maybe apparel, maybe shoes -- it has gone beyond.
My anger at the age of 11, when I realized how important education is for every child, I got an idea to collect used books and help the poorest children.
I created a book bank at the age of 11.
But I did not stop.
Later on, I cofounded the world's single largest civil society campaign for education that is the Global Campaign for Education.
That has helped in changing the whole thinking towards education from the charity mode to the human rights mode, and that has concretely helped the reduction of out-of-school children by half in the last 15 years.
My anger at the age of 27, to free that girl who was about to be sold to a brothel, has given me an idea to go for a new strategy of raid and rescue, freeing children from slavery.
And I am so lucky and proud to say that it is not one or 10 or 20, but my colleagues and I have been able to physically liberate 83,000 child slaves and hand them over back to their families and mothers.
I knew that we needed global policies.
We organized the worldwide marches against child labor and that has also resulted in a new international convention to protect the children who are in the worst forms.
And the concrete result was that the number of child laborers globally has gone down by one third in the last 15 years.
So, in each case, it began from anger, turned into an idea, and action.
So anger, what next?
Idea, and -- Audience: Action Kailash Satyarthi: Anger, idea, action. Which I tried to do.
Anger is a power, anger is an energy, and the law of nature is that energy can never be created and never be vanished, can never be destroyed.
So why can't the energy of anger be translated and harnessed to create a better and beautiful world, a more just and equitable world?
Anger is within each one of you, and I will share a secret for a few seconds: that if we are confined in the narrow shells of egos, and the circles of selfishness, then the anger will turn out to be hatred, violence, revenge, destruction.
But if we are able to break the circles, then the same anger could turn into a great power.
We can break the circles by using our inherent compassion and connect with the world through compassion to make this world better.
That same anger could be transformed into it.
So dear friends, sisters and brothers, again, as a Nobel Laureate, I am urging you to become angry.
I am urging you to become angry.
And the angriest among us is the one who can transform his anger into idea and action.
Thank you so much.
Chris Anderson: For many years, you've been an inspiration to others.
Who or what inspires you and why?
KS: Good question.
Chris, let me tell you, and that is the truth, each time when I free a child, the child who has lost all his hope that he will ever come back to his mother, the first smile of freedom, and the mother who has lost all hope that the son or daughter can ever come back and sit in her lap, and the first tear of joy rolls down on her cheek,
I see the glimpse of God in it -- this is my biggest inspiration.
And I am so lucky that not once, as I said before, but thousands of times, I have been able to witness my God in the faces of those children and they are my biggest inspirations.
Thank you. | {
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Also, I realized it after stripping them but turned out that they were just wearing regular soldierâs clothes. They werenât wearing knightsâ clothes, so they were probably just underlings of some knight.
âWhich means, some noble is pulling the strings, after all. Maxwell will have it tough.â
The reason I stripped all three was that I felt itâd be unfair if I only did it to one of them.
While I was stripping them, a small bag fell down with a heavy sound. Opening it, it was filled with some gold coins.
âItâs about an average government officialâs monthly salaryâs worth, huh. Getting into this mess for just that, what a failure on their part.â
With three gold coins, an average family could live for a month. On light counting, there were around ten of them in this bag now.
It was an amount that you couldnât really say would be worth sacrificing your future for.
âMaybe they wouldâve had some saving grace if they tried spending more money and actually negotiated.â
That said, it was obvious that Michelle would straight up refuse, failing to properly measure the monetary value.
There was also a piece of paper inside the bag.
âHmm, is this... a written pledge?â
On it, there was written a guarantee that if they managed to catch Michelle, they would get double the payment on top of knighthood.
As for the writer of that pledge was...
âLichtenberg. This guy again?â
The same noble that got in the way of Cortinaâs appeal for reinforcements. He was a noble connected to former royalty just like Maxwell, and ranked higher than Yowi as a Marquis.
Due to his superior lineage, he caused problems everywhere he butted in.
âHeâs straight-up evil at this point. Iâve not forgiven him for getting in Tinaâs way, either.â
I couldnât forgive his harassment towards Cortina, sure, but now that he directly harmed Michelle, I wouldnât be turning a blind eye.
The reason he tried to secure Michelleâs parents was probably so that even if Michelle became his underling, he still needed a guarantee so she wouldnât betray him.
âIf I remember correctly, Lichtenbergâs mansion was... Right next to the royal caste, huh.â
I crushed the paper and threw it aside.
This paper would become proof of crime on its own. However, that alone wouldnât cut it.
âGiven his lineage, this wouldnât amount to a serious punishment.â
There was a possibility that a great noble like him wouldnât be punished gravely for messing with some commoners. Rather, that possibility was the most likely one.
Maxwell was keeping him in check, but in the end, he was an old man who had left the royalty and even the bonds of nobility.
He had influence as one of the Six Heroes, but he still couldnât excessively interfere in the affairs of the kingdomâs authorities.
âIn that case...â
The me of my previous life was exactly the person who dealt with these types of people without mercy. Iâll have this one experience how scary I can be.
There was no knowing when the hut would be found if I left it like that, so I launched a beacon on the roof. Maxwell who Michelle shouldâve contacted should realize it when he sees it.
I also cast Cure Light on Uncle as an emergency treatment. His life should no longer be in any danger now.
I also retrieved my uniform that I left on the roof and rushed back to Maxwellâs mansion.
The fact that I appeared also meant that Nicole would disappear. I needed his power to make my story more convincing.
Strengthening myself with Enchant and the thread manipulation, I dashed through the forest like the wind.
I ran to the capital in a straight line, jumping over the tall walls using the threads in one go.
â...I canât believe this.â
I did think that I would be able to do it, but I didnât expect that it would be this easy. Even my earlier speed in the forest was abnormal.
I ended up getting used to Nicoleâs powerless body, so strengthening my tough body of the previous life made my abilities skyrocket to a shocking degree.
My old body was also relatively powerless, but compared to Nicoleâs body, it was like night and day.
I had a weak but noble body, but the strengthening made me reach a whole new domain. The original me would have never managed jumping over the wall that was at least ten meters tall so easily.
âAt this rate, I bet I couldâve climbed up even without the threads, huh?â
My current gauntlets had claws for climbing the walls. With those, I could support my weight even without the threads.
And with my current agility... I just needed to get a foothold for an instant to jump to the next one. If I repeated that, I could probably jump over this wall.
âCan my body really handle this properly?â
With this body and ability, I felt like I could even lead Lyell around by the nose. He certainly boasted of unparalleled toughness, but I feel like I could output speeds that could ignore that.
As I was preoccupied with those thoughts... I decided to change my thinking.
âThis is no time for that.â
This time, I hung the thread over the wall and dropped down. If I jumped down as is, even my current body would take damage. Thus, I used the thread to decelerate before hitting the ground, achieving a safe landing.
Fortunately, no one seemed to have seen me. Or rather, I acted after confirming that there was no one around.
Following that, I jumped and kicked off the wall of a house, landing on the roof of the opposite one. Then, I continued along the rooftops towards Maxwellâs mansion.
I was clearly faster than I was in my previous life. Or rather, I might have already exceeded the territory of a human.
It was daytime, but there werenât even any passersby who managed to see me. Moreover, when I jumped from roof to roof, I easily leaped over meters distances.
âI... Really need to get used to these abilities by nightfall.â
The Polymorph spell should last until around dawn. With that much time on my hands, I should easily manage to sneak into Lichtenbergâs mansion and punish him.
Without realizing it, a villainous smile appeared on my face due to the evolution of my abilities.
Now, let me use this new strength against that noble who doesnât know his place. | {
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And what I can say is, in 2016, doctors aren't going to be walking around with stethoscopes.
There's a whole lot better technology coming, and that's part of the change in medicine.
What has changed our society has been wireless devices.
But the future are digital medical wireless devices, OK?
So, let me give you some examples of this to kind of make this much more concrete.
This is the first one. This is an electrocardiogram.
And, as a cardiologist, to think that you could see in real time a patient, an individual, anywhere in the world on your smartphone, watching your rhythm -- that's incredible, and it's with us today.
But that's just the beginning.
You check your email while you're sitting here.
In the future you're going to be checking all your vital signs, all your vital signs: your heart rhythm, your blood pressure, your oxygen, your temperature, etc.
This is already available today.
This is AirStrip Technologies.
It's now wired -- or I should say, wireless -- by taking the aggregate of these signals in the hospital, in the intensive care unit, and putting it on a smartphone for physicians.
If you're an expectant parent, what about the ability to monitor, continuously, fetal heart rate, or intrauterine contractions, and not having to worry so much that things are fine as the pregnancy, and moving over into the time of delivery?
And then as we go further, today we have continuous glucose sensors.
Right now, they are under the skin, but in the future, they won't have to be implanted.
And of course, the desired range -- trying to keep glucose between 75 and less than 200, checking it every five minutes in a continuous glucose sensor -- you'll see how that can impact diabetes.
And what about sleep?
We're going to zoom in on that a little bit.
We're supposed to spend a third of our life in sleep.
What if, on your phone, which will be available in the next few weeks, you had every minute of your sleep displayed?
And this is, of course, as you can see, the awake is the orange.
The REM sleep, rapid eye movement, dream state, is in light green; and light is gray, light sleep; and deep sleep, the best restorative sleep, is that dark green.
How about counting every calorie?
And this is ability, in real time, to actually take measurements of caloric intake as well as expenditure, through a Band-Aid.
Now, what I've talked about are physiologic metrics.
But what I want to get to, the next frontier, very quickly, and why the stethoscope is because we can transcend listening to the valve sounds, and the breath sounds, because now, introduced by G.E. is a handheld ultra-sound.
Why is this important? Because this is so much more sensitive.
Here is an example of an abdominal ultrasound, and also a cardiac echo, which can be sent wireless, and then there's an example of fetal monitoring on your smartphone.
So, we're not just talking about physiologic metrics -- the key measurements of vital signs, and all those things in physiology -- but also all the imaging that one could look at in your smartphone.
Now, this is an example of another obsolete technology, soon to be buried: the Holter Monitor.
Twenty-four hour recording, lots of wires.
This is now a little tiny patch.
You can put it on for two weeks and send it in the mail.
Now, how does this work? Well, there is these smart Band-Aids or these sensors that one would put on, on a shoe or on the wrist.
And this sends a signal and it creates a body area network to a gateway.
Gateway could be a smartphone or it could be a dedicated gateway, as today many of these things are dedicated gateways, because they are not so well integrated.
That signal goes to the web, the cloud, and then it can be processed and sent anywhere: to a caregiver, to a physician, back to the patient, etc.
So, that's basically very simplistic technology of how this works.
Now, I have this device on.
I didn't want to take my shirt off to show you, but I can tell you it's on.
This is a device that not only measures cardiac rhythm, as you saw already, but it also goes well beyond that.
This is me now. And you can see the ECG.
Below that's the actual heart rate and the trend; to the right of that is a bioconductant.
That's the fluid status, fluid status, that's really important if you're monitoring somebody with heart failure.
And below that's temperature, and respiration, and oxygen, and then the position activity.
So, this is really striking, because this device measures seven things that are very much vital signs for monitoring someone with heart failure. OK?
And why is this important? Well, this is the most expensive bed.
What if we could reduce the need for hospital beds?
Well, we can. First of all, heart failure is the number one reason for hospital admissions and readmissions in this country.
The cost of heart failure is 37 billion dollars a year, which is 80 percent related to hospitalization.
And in the course of 30 days after a hospital stay for a Medicare greater than 65 years or older, is -- 27 percent are readmitted in 30 days, and by six months, over 56 percent are readmitted.
So, can we improve that? Well the idea is we take this device that I'm wearing, and we put it on 600 patients with heart failure, randomly assigned, versus 600 patients who don't have active monitoring, and see whether we can reduce heart failure readmissions, and that's exciting. And we'll start that trial, and you'll hear more about how we're going to do that, but that's a type of wireless device trial
that could change medicine in the years ahead.
Why now? Why has this all of a sudden become a reality, an exciting direction in the future of medicine?
What we have is, in a way, a perfect positive storm.
This sets up consumer-driven healthcare.
That's where this is all starting.
Let me just give you specifics about why this is a big movement if you're not aware of it: 1.2 million Americans have gotten a Nike shoe, which is a body-area network that connects the shoe, the sole of the shoe to the iPhone, or an iPod.
And this Wired Magazine cover article really captured a lot of this; it talked a lot about the Nike shoe and how quickly that's been adopted to monitor exercise physiology and energy expenditure.
Here are some things, the principles that are guiding principles to keep in mind: "A data-driven health revolution promises to make us all better, faster, and stronger. Living by numbers."
And this one, which is really telling, this was from July, this cover article: "The personal metrics movement goes way beyond diet and exercise. It's about tracking every facet of life, from sleep to mood to pain, 24/7/365."
Well, I tried this device.
A lot of you have gotten that Phillips Direct Life.
I didn't have one of those, but I got the Fitbit.
That looks like this.
It's like a wireless accelerometer, pedometer.
And I want to just give you the results of that testing, because I wanted to understand about the consumer movement.
I hope the, by the way, the Phillips Direct Life works better -- I hope so.
But this monitors food, it monitors activity and tracks weight.
However you have to put in most of this stuff.
The only thing it really tracks by itself is activity, and even then, it's not complete.
So, you exercise and it picks up the exercise.
You put in your height and weight, it calculates BMI, and of course it tells you how many calories you're expending from the exercise, and how many you took in, if you go in and enter all the foods.
But it really wants you to enter all your activity.
And so I went to this, and of course I was gratified that it picked up the 42 minutes of exercise, elliptical exercise I did, but then it wants more information.
So, it says, "You want to log sexual activity.
How long did you do it for?"
And it says, "How hard was it?"
Furthermore it says, "Start time."
Now, this doesn't appear -- this just doesn't work, I mean, this just doesn't work.
So, now I want to move to sleep.
Who would ever have thought you could have your own EEG at your home, tagged to a very nice alarm clock, by the way?
This is the headband that goes with this alarm clock.
It monitors your brainwaves continuously, when you're sleeping.
So, I did this thing for seven days getting ready for TEDMed.
This is an important part of our life, one-third you're supposed to be sleeping.
Of course how many here have any problems with sleeping?
It's usually 90 percent. So, you tell me you sleep better than expected.
Okay, well this was a week of my life in sleeping, and you get a Z.Q. score. Instead of an I.Q. score, you get a Z.Q. score when you wake up.
You say, "Oh, OK." And a Z.Q. score is adjusted to age, and you want to get as high as you possibly can.
So this is the moment-by-moment, or minute-by-minute sleep.
And you see that Z.Q. there was 80-odd.
And the wake time is in orange.
And this can be a problem, as I learned.
Because it not only helps you with quantifying your sleep, but also tells others you're awake.
So, when my wife came in and she could tell you're awake.
"Eric, I want to talk. I want to talk."
And I'm trying to play possum.
This thing is very, very impressive.
OK. So, that's the first night.
And this one is now 67, and that's not a good score.
And this tells you, of course, how much you had in REM sleep, in deep sleep, and all this sort of thing.
This was really fascinating because this gave that quantitation about all the different phases of sleep.
So, it also then tells you how you do compared to your age group.
It's like a managed competition of sleep.
And really interesting stuff.
Look at this thing and say, "Well, I didn't think I was a very good sleeper, but actually I did better than average in 50 to 60 year olds." OK?
And the key thing was, what I didn't know, was that I was a really good dreamer.
OK. Now let's move from sleep to diseases.
Eighty percent of Americans have chronic disease, or 80 percent of age greater than 65 have two or more chronic disease, 140 million Americans have one or more chronic disease, and 80 percent of our 1.5, whatever, trillion expenditures are related to chronic disease.
Now, diabetes is one of the big ones.
Almost 24 million people have diabetes.
And here is the latest map. It was published just a little more than a week ago in the New York Times, and it isn't looking good.
That is, for men, 29 percent in the country over 60 have Type II diabetes, and women, although it's less, it's terribly high.
But of course we have a way to measure that now on a continuous basis, with a sensor that detects blood glucose, and it's important because we could detect hyperglycemia that otherwise wouldn't be known, and also hypoglycemia.
And you can see the red dots, in this particular patient's case, were finger sticks, which would have missed both ends.
But by continuous monitoring, it captures all that vital information.
The future of this though, is being able to move this to a Band-Aid type phenomenon, and that's not so far away.
So, let me just give you, very quickly, 10 top targets for wireless medicine.
All these things are possible -- some of them are very close, or already, as you heard, are available today, in some way or form.
Alzheimer's disease: there's five million people affected, and you can check vital signs, activity, balance.
Asthma: large number, we could detect things like pollen count, air quality, respiratory rate. Breast cancer, I'll show you an example of that real quickly.
Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.
Depression, there's a great approach to that in mood disorders.
Diabetes I've just mentioned. Heart failure we already talked about. Hypertension: 74 million people could have continuous blood-pressure monitoring to come up with much better management and prevention.
And obesity we already talked about, the ways to get to that.
And sleep disorders.
This is effective around the world. The access to smartphones and cell phones today is extraordinary.
And this article from The Economist summed it up beautifully about the opportunities in health across the developing world: "Mobile phones made a bigger difference to the lives of more people, more quickly, than any previous technology."
And that's before we got going on the m-health world.
Aging: The problem is enormous, 300,000 broken hips per year; but the solutions are extraordinary, and they include so many different things.
One of the ones I just wanted to mention: The iShoe is another example of a sensor that improves proprioception among the elderly to prevent falling.
One of many different techniques using wireless sensors.
So, we can change medicine across the continuum of care, across the ages from premies or unborn children to seniors; the pharmaceutical arena changes; the full spectrum of disease -- I hope I've given you a sense of that -- across the globe.
There are two things that can really accelerate this whole process.
One of them -- we're very fortunate -- is to develop a dedicated institute and that's work that started with the work that Scripps with Qualcomm ...
and then the great fortune of meeting up with Gary and Mary West, to get behind this wireless health institute.
San Diego is an extraordinary place for this.
There's over 650 wireless companies, 100 of which or more are working in wireless health.
It's the number one source of commerce, and interestingly it dovetails beautifully with over 500 life science companies.
The wireless institute, the West Wireless Health Institute, is really the outgrowth of two extraordinary people who are here this evening: Gary and Mary West. And I'd like to give it up for them for getting behind this.
Their fantastic philanthropic investment made this possible, and this is really a nonprofit education center which is just about to open. It looks like this, this whole building dedicated.
And what it's trying to do is accelerate this era: to take unmet medical needs, to work and innovate -- and we just appointed the chief engineer, Mehran Mehregany, it was announced on Monday -- then to move up with development, clinical trial validation and then changing medical practice, the most challenging thing of all, requiring attention to reimbursement, healthcare policy, healthcare economics.
The other big thing, besides having this fantastic institute to catalyze this process is guidance, and that's of course relying on the fact that medicine goes digital.
If we understand biology from genomics and omics and wireless through physiologic phenotyping, that's big.
Because what it does is allow a convergence like we've never had before.
Over 80 major diseases have been cracked at the genomic level, but this is quite extraordinary: More has been learned about the underpinnings of disease in the last two and a half years than in the history of man.
And when you put that together with, for example, now an app for the iPhone with your genotype to guide drug therapy ...
but, the future -- we can now tell who's going to get Type II diabetes from all the common variants, and that's going to get filled in more with low-frequency variants in the future.
We can tell who's going to get breast cancer from the various genes.
We can also know who's likely to get atrial fibrillation.
And finally, another example: sudden cardiac death.
Each of these has a sensor.
We can give glucose a sensor for diabetes to prevent it.
We can prevent, or have the earliest detection possible, for breast cancer with an ultrasound device given to the patient.
An iPatch, iRhythm, for atrial fibrillation.
And vital-signs monitoring to prevent sudden cardiac death.
We lose 700,000 people a year in the U.S. from sudden cardiac death.
So, I hope I've convinced you of this, of the impact on hospital clinic resources is profound and then the impact on diseases is equally impressive across all these different diseases and more.
It's really taking individualized medicine to a new height and it's hyper-innovative, and I think it represents the black swan of medicine.
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Green Butterfly had sent their entire fighting force to go and attack Red Boarâs main base.
And they had started doing this very early on...
I learned about this later, but the parrot-type monsters that had flown off after we took the fortress were indeed monsters who sent messages to the other fortresses.
Blue Deer had sent these parrots not to just their own fortresses, but also their enemy, Green Butterfly as well.
It was easy to assume that upon hearing the messages, Green Butterfly would think that Red Boar would take down Blue Deerâs fortress.
This turf war was supposed to last for a week, and the team who had the most fortresses at the end of the event would win.
However, if one team took a main base and then took possession of all of that teamâs fortresses, it would then become incredibly difficult for the remaining team to catch up.
And so Green Butterfly attacked Red Boarâs main base in order to lure away the army that was attacking Blue Deerâs main base.
If their own base was being attacked, they could not spare time to attack the other ones...
However, Blue Deerâs main base was taken down by just Hatakeâs guild and me and my monsters and AI warriors.
Ultimately, Green Butterfly now had no way of winning unless they took down our main base.
And so the two powers clashed head on.
Due to a delayed reaction, Red Boar started with a disadvantage, but unlike Green Butterfly, who had to march towards the base, we just had to defend.
We just had to prevent our main base from falling.
And so small groups were sent to launch guerrilla attacks in order to delay the march, and in the meantime, we gathered our forces to the main base.
Green Butterfly started to lose their momentum, and fell apart completely in the battle at Red Boarâs base.
As I felt that the only thing I needed to do was protect the main base, I headed straight for it on the Mach Horse.
And during the final battle, I spammed arrows over the enemy and contributed to their demise.
While it wasnât some dramatic appearance where I swept in and saved my comrades in the nick of time, it wasnât bad. I was able to rack up kills while sniping from behind a powerful advance guard. This was the way I was supposed to fight.
And so I didnât stick out. At that time, anyway...
After that, we attacked Green Butterflyâs main base, now that they had lost their primary fighting force. And the event ended with Red Boarâs victory.
The problem was what happened after that.
Once the event was finished, the players who were killed were allowed to return to the map.
It was so that everyone who participated could see the final results together, and find out which players did the best.
It sounded fun, right?
Once it was over, no one held any grudges and we all got along... Well, thatâs not what happened.
VRMMOs were not a gentlemanâs sport.
It was a beastly sport where the latest technology was used to bring out the most base of instincts.
Well, at least I had fun...
But not everyone did...
And so screenshots of the final results were spread everywhere online as proof of how badly balanced the event had been.
And the screenshot that got the most attention, in a bad way...was a screenshot of the event MVP. A big picture of my face, name and job were projected onto the sky.
Of course, it was my face, name and job within the game.
Well, it wasnât as if the backlash was directed at me personally.
In fact, the players of Red Boar were very happy when they saw the announcement.
However, a lot was still said about how a nd had stolen the spotlight in an event that was expected to center around rds.
Furthermore, a nd had also taken the title for most kills.
As for that player, no image was shown, but it wasnât hard to guess after seeing the name.
âNekoko Strange.â ...Only a cat lover would use a name like that. So it must be her.
She had won during the battle royale. In other words, she had gotten the MVP, while I had the most kills.
Well, I suppose that worked as a revenge?
It seemed like we were advancing through the game at a similar speed, and if there was another large event, we would likely clash again.
Though, I didnât know when there would be another one...
This was because NSO had done two in a short span already.
And given how much backlash there was this time, management had announced that they would take more time to balance and plan the events.
In the first place, there were rumors that the next NSO update would add lots of new features for solo players. And so it was already obvious that events would not be coming as regularly.
Still, it was important to look like you were listening.
During this great age of VR games, it was like there were at least five different controversies happening at all times.
And so it was seen as a chance to increase your playerbase.
Depending on how management handled things, they would overcome the danger.
But as for me...I wanted things to settle down as soon as possible.
This was because the screenshot was reposted so many times, that even searching for âNext Stage Onlineâ or âNSOâ started to bring up my characterâs face...!
And so I was now quite famous.
People would point at me when walking around in towns in the game. And they would approach me and ask to take photos.
Being the center of attention. The talk of the town... I had never experienced such a thing before.
But well, I suppose that it didnât feel bad to have people who were happy to see you.
That being said, I still had to reject a lot of offers to join guilds and pro gamer teams.
I intended to continue enjoying this game while staying solo.
It wasnât that I would never get involved with others.
I just wanted the freedom to go in any direction that felt fun. Like a cloud in the wind.
Now, the next update would have a great effect on the fate of this game. So what kind of new features would they implement?
I had a feeling that NSO would continue to excite me for quite some time. | {
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Itâs so beautiful, I canât help but become entranced by it.
Duke-Sama certainly doesnât seem like heâs treating me like a younger sister.... His conduct towards me feels like heâs treating me like a lady.
But maybe thatâs just how he treats all women?
I mean, heâs destined to fall in love with the heroine... And Iâm someone whoâs destined to bully the heroine..... So it wouldnât make sense for him to treat only me like that, right?
......I wonder what I should do if he demands that I return the necklace later on?
A proper villainess would definitely refuse... She would never return something that she had received.
She would keep even the lesser valued trinkets all to herself, so Iâm sure thereâs no way a villainess would return a gift of of this magnitude that is easily able to promote her high social standing......
I jump off the bed and walk over to stand in front of the mirror. Carefully, I unclasp the necklace and try putting it on.
The jewel lands just at the base of my throat. With it being this short, it wonât get in the way during sword practice, so I can keep it on all day!
And it truly is gorgeous. The diamond, still glittering with an almost blue light..... somehow gives off the impression that Duke-Sama is near me.
......What am I saying? Iâm just being silly.
Duke-Sama is older than me, the kingâs son, and heâs going to fall in love with the heroine in the future.
To prevent myself from overthinking things any further, I throw myself into doing some sit-ups for my nightly workout.
The next day, Rosetta comes to my room bright and early and the first thing she does is ask about the necklace.
âIs that the necklace that you received from Duke-Sama yesterday!? Itâs so beautiful!â she cries, her eyes sparkling as she stares down at the jewel hanging from around my neck.
â......Is that a diamond!?â Rosetta asks, her eyes going wide as they dart up to look at my face.
âThatâs what I was told.â
Rosettaâs eyes widen even further.
Maybe it really would be better not to wear it.... Wait, no. Iâm a villainess!
I ought to be wearing expensive and valuable items like this all the time.
Later that day, it was Alan-Oniisamaâs and Henry-Oniisamaâs turn to question me.
Though, I had predicted this might happen so I wasnât surprised.
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âThatâs a diamond, right?â
âYeah, definitely a diamond.â
âDang, I wish I wouldâve been there when he was giving it to you.â
Their conversation flows smoothly despite not even letting me get a word in. They just keep answering their own rapid-fire questions.
And even after that, everyone that I passed by in the halls all couldnât help but admire the necklace.
When I saw Mother, she just smiled and told me that it was lovely, but Fatherâs eyes went wide and he stiffened a bit when he saw it.
To have the kingâs son give his daughter a diamond necklace is a rather surprising event after all.
But even so, is this really that big of a deal? To have the whole estate in such an uproar like this....
My necklace has been the number one topic all day. I guess diamonds are even more precious and rare than I initially thought.
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Sero leaned his body closer to Mira as he spoke in a low voice.
ãOh...Oh oh oh! That does sound interesting!ã
Cadiasmite, that was the name given to a small island near the western shore of the continent. It was an island close to the SchmÀgfen region, and with the naval country of Vali at its helm, it housed the Cadiasmite Allied Nationsâ navy, said to be the strongest naval army of the continent.
ãThis is a pretty common story amongst sailors, and a captain I met around ten years ago first told it to me. Apparently, during twilight, a deep mist shrouds sailing ships and the ghost ship appears out of it. Those who have seen it all describe it the same, they were surrounded by mist and then an old galley appeared sailing alongside their ship.ã
ãSome also said they saw a jolly roger hung on the mast, and a man, probably the captain, standing on the deck wearing red clothes.ã
ãThere have been many more stories built on top of that. Some say that if you follow the ship itâll lead you to a pirateâs treasure, others say that the souls of those who drown at sea are trapped in the ghost ship and forced to wander aimlessly forever as crew. I also heard some believe the ghost ship houses legendary weapons and armor long lost to time.ã
ãI also heard rumors that itâs just a secret experimental weapon of Vali, though Iâd prefer to think there are legendary weapons in it. Iâm a warrior after all.ã
ãI also think that!ã
The last bit was just Sero being playful, but Emera seemed to fully believe it as her eyes twinkled thinking of legendary treasures.
ãItâs all just rumors though.ã
Sero looked a bit troubled as he ended with that. Fricca looked somewhat bored, forcing herself to smile while looking up to the ceiling together with Zef. Legendary weapons. Emera was too excited thinking of possessing a legendary sword, losing herself in her delusions oblivious to the reaction she received.
In the real world, rumors of ghost ships were always hoaxes, but in this world filled with all sorts of fantastic phenomena, a rumor like that held much more credibility. That change in common sense made Sero and Mira laugh between themselves, their imagination running wild with ghost ships.
ãNow onto the next rumor.ã
Ordering a second serving of honey ale and herbal tea, Sero continued talking, his face showing he was genuinely enjoying himself.
ãAfter the sea, comes the sky. This is a story believed to be true amongst those using flying ships- Yes, what is it Mira?ã
Before he was done, Mira raised her hand hearing a word she did not recognize. Sero understood her signal instantly and asked with a similar voice to a teacher.
ãI never heard of flying ships before, are they really..?ã
ãYes, they are ships that can fly through the sky. They were created thanks to the latest advancements in magic engineering, or well, they started production around three years ago. Though the manufacturing costs are also quite expensive, so thereâs only five currently in use in the Three Godsâ Countries, Atlantis, and Nirvana, each country having one.ã
ãOhh... large countries are always ahead like that.ã
The Three Godsâ Countries were the original starting place for players, and boasted the largest number of inhabitants and military forces of the continent. Then there were two more countries that stood alongside them, the kingdom of Atlantis and the Nirvana empire. Two countries founded by the most distinguished players.
ãThey might be more produced once their size gets reduced. But anyway, this rumor came from one of the largest flying ships.ã
ãApparently it all started when they attempted to transport a very heavy load with the flying ship. The skies were clear and it was the perfect day to set sail. Everything went well until halfway through its route, when it suddenly got thrown amidst a violent storm.ã
ãInside the storm, the sky was black as if it was night, and the only light they had were the lightning flashes that appeared every so often. They were hit by very strong wind and rain, and as the entire crew worked their hardest to get out of the storm,
Sero made a short pause then, the owner had just brought him the refills he asked for.
ãYou adventurers seem to know all sorts of stories, I always love hearing you talk about them.ã
Leaving the mug and cup on the bar, the owner smiled with an entertained and curious smile.
ãIt comes with the job, I guess. Though maybe I just seek them out of fun, since I also love stories.ã
Saying that, Sero took the cup to his lips and smiled back at the owner. It was like they had formed some form of connection, the owner also heard all sorts of stories thanks to his job, given that he constantly encountered adventurers that stayed in his establishment, who he would end up talking with. So as time passed, he would also be captivated by the dream-filled tales befitting of adventurers.
After a light bow, the owner returned to his post.
Sero held the cup in a presumptuous way, gallantly bringing it back to his lips. Mira seemed to mirror him in that action, also drinking from her glass.
Everyone from Ãcarlate Carillon had gotten curious about Seroâs stories as they listened attentively, though only Fricca was more focused on constantly moving her seat closer to Mira while no one else noticed.
ãAnyway, letâs continue where we left off. I think I told you all the backstory so letâs continue from there.ã
ãWhen they were about to pierce through the storm clouds, everyone working hard on their duties, a bolt of very bright lightning went off deep inside the storm. It was hard to see from all the rain and wind, but the lightning illuminated the dark and thick clouds for an instant, and there the silhouette of a castle could be seen. It was not just one or two people who saw it, but the entire crew.ã
ãThe silhouette of a giant castle floating somewhere in the sky, shrouded in stormy clouds. It did not happen just one time either, but it was seen again multiple times throughout different places. ã
ãCould that be the...!ã
ãYes, a castle in the sky, Mira.ã
The second rumor was about a floating castle. Those were very common plot devices in fantasy stories, but hearing one could exist in that world she inadvertently stood up, and Fricca followed shortly. The two quickly ran outside the inn.
ãIf there really exists a floating castle, then Iâm sure there are magic records weâve never seen before stored in it.ã
ãOhh, thatâs an unexpected reaction. Youâre finally starting to sound like an actual spellcaster.ã
That Fricca could react that way was hard to imagine for Mira, having only seen a different side of her before, but she still took that opportunity to tease her about it. Soon after Emera also came out of the inn.
ãShe always acts crazy when youâre around, but Fricca is usually pretty serious about her craft.ã
She also followed up on Fricca, but then she grabbed Friccaâs hand that was about to reach Mira and twisted it.
The sky they saw was dotted with white clouds, and Mira got excited thinking there could be a castle hidden in one of them. Meanwhile, Friccaâs cries of pain came from her side.
After imagining all sorts of things hidden in the clouds, the three returned inside the inn. Mira then took the chair that somehow appeared much closer to her own and placed it a distance away, then sat down. Fricca also sat down at her side, and Mira just dramatically hung her head in silence.
ãEver since I heard that I also tend to look at the sky all the time.ã
Sero smiled as he said that to Mira. Now that she knew about that, she felt like the next time she would travel with Pegasus, she would want to go even higher than before. Imagining all that, her lips slowly formed a smile.
ãThe only common factor from all the eye-witnesses was the sudden storm. They were all thrown into a storm, and inside of it saw the castle. I guess that storm is there to protect it from intruders.ã
ãYeah, that sounds possible. That has to be it.ã
The two nodded at each other, then began imagining how the castle would look past the storm, floating in all its glory. They then started exchanging ideas of how it would be up there, and at first the other members felt left out, but eventually the conversation influenced them as well, and the five of them now fervently discussed how their ideal castle in the sky would look like.
ãLooks like we got a bit too carried away. Letâs talk about the last one.ã
The castle in the sky had turned into a magnificent palace sealing an ancient beast, while buried below it remained the holy sword of a legendary hero. The library was lined with shelves full of magic tomes from eons ago, the treasure housing piles of gold and silver, and the garden had a fountain that regularly produced drops of life essence. The five had finished picturing a castle like that, when Sero, slightly embarrassed with himself, steered the conversation back to the rumors.
ãThis last story is something I heard from an adventurer I know, so more than a rumor itâs a recount of his experience. He usually works in the northern regions of the Ark continent, but one day he had some business over in the Mirage Shrine. First, he bought a gyroscopic compass crystal from a miner, and then went through the Oljato dessert on his way to the shrine, but apparently, that crystal was of bad quality and halfway through his journey it stopped working.ã
Mira felt sorry for Seroâs friend adventurer. After all, she had been through a similar situation before.
The Ark continent was a large chunk of land to the west, separated from the mainland by a channel. That place was called the colonial lands by players, since it was mostly occupied by countries founded purely by players.
The Oljato desert was in the southwest part of that continent, and the Mirage Shrine was somewhere in it, a sacred temple that is impossible to locate with a map. The only way to get there is by using a certain tool called the gyroscopic compass crystal that can point the user in the right direction. Though high level players knew that those crystals could fail every once in a blue moon.
ãI know. Apparently, he also was pretty distressed, though he had been in the desert for a while, so he figured he might be close enough to find the shrine by eye, but after wandering around for a while he decided to go back... But he stepped into sand hell, and eventually was entirely sucked into the desert.ã
ãSand hell... he really has the worst luck...ã
Sand hell was the name given to certain places with quicksand in the Oljato desert. If an adventurer could not get out of it before getting sucked inside, they would be forcefully taken into a dungeon of ruins underground. Mira felt like the adventurer Sero was talking about had the worst luck imaginable as she continued drinking her honey ale.
ãI also thought the same and tried comforting him, but he laughed it off and took a yellow chunk from a bag. When I asked what that was, he told me he picked it up after he got through the sand hell. Apparently, it didnât take him to the underground ruins, but instead to a large city inside a huge opening underground, and everything there shone in a golden color. At first he was confused and couldnât understand where he was, only staring at that sight. But then a black figure appeared far away and began chasing him. A cold chill ran through his body and he began running away from that shadow, and before he noticed he appeared beside a lake in an oasis. All he could bring as proof from there was that chunk, and after getting it checked it was made out of pure gold. He started calling that place the Golden City, and tried going there again but he never managed to.ã
ãThe Golden City... I really wonder what that black figure was... ã
ãOh, thatâs what youâre curious about?ã
Hearing that story, Mira was the most curious about that mysterious black figure. It seemed like it had appeared to stop Seroâs friend from entering the Golden City and chased him out, almost like a guardian of some sort.
And when it came to guardians, summoners were the best to deal with them.
ãMaybe I could form a contract with it.ã
Miraâs eyes sparkled at the idea, and when Sero saw them he realized Mira was truly a pure breed summoner. Guardians were a type of spirits that lived in a certain place to protect it. And all spirits were candidates to form contracts with.
ãThat sounds nice, a Golden City. If I found a place like that I would never have to be hungry again in my life.ã
ãI wonder if they make golden equipment somewhere?!ã
ãI wish I could have a golden library too.ã
Just like it happened with the floating castle, everyone started talking about their wishes. There was no one stopping them this time, so they all spoke about their desires until lunch was over.
Having enjoyed the rumor talk, Mira and the rest walked out of the inn. The Pure Rabbit was sound asleep in Miraâs embrace.
The street in Hunters Village looked even more lively than before, showing that before, the crowd was not fully formed yet and that the real deal started now.
ãWell then, Mira. Letâs meet again sometime.ã
ãIâll miss you so much...ã
ãGoodbye, Mira.ã
ãMm, Iâm glad we could meet after so long. Take care in your travels.ã
Break time was over, so after a short goodbye, Sero and his group returned to the other guards. It was very possible they would randomly meet again somewhere, so the usual feeling of emptiness after someone leaves was absent in Mira as she waved at them, only wondering how they would meet again in the future.
After that Mira looked for a suitable place and summoned Pegasus, mounting on its back and leaving Hunters Village. The lively noises became distant and soon she could only hear the wind and Pegasusâ wings flapping in the air. Below her grasslands stretched out into the horizon, while behind her the sacred tree stood covered in a thin mist.
Her view was filled with the blue sky, her eyes drawn to any large clouds as she went on her way back.
A few hours after they left Hunters Village, Mira was sitting down amidst the grasslands, her back leaned against Pegasus as she looked at the map.
(It should be fine if I present my report tomorrow.)
Having flown every day for long hours, her body had a lot of built-in exhaustion, and her descent to the grasslands to rest had already lasted twenty minutes. The Pure Rabbit was beside her, frantically licking her fingers out of worry.
No matter what she tried, the exhaustion would not leave her, and she figured that even if she returned straight ahead she would arrive at night, so it was best if she took her time to get there.
Seeing how beat up Mira was, Pegasus also moved a bit, surrounding her small frame with its neck. Mira began stroking its neck, seeing how kindly it was treating her, and reclined her body even more while holding the Pure Rabbit in her arms.
ãIâm sorry but I have to spend some more time like this.ã
Saying that, she completely gave her body onto Pegasus, who moved its wings to cover her. Feeling the pulsing warmth from that, Mira was able to rest easy.
Almost an hour passed after that and Mira woke up from her nap, and she could see many small birds through the white feathers. Noticing Mira was awake, Pegasus spread its wings, and Mira saw birds of multiple colors all taking off at the same time and flying around them. But even with so many of them, none of them chirped, surrounding Pegasus in complete silence. All Mira could hear was the rustling of the wind.
ãYou gathered quite a number of them again.ã
She began stroking Pegasusâ mane, thinking back to the Forest of Praying Children, even though there had been way more animals back then. ãYou really are a popular one,ã she laughed. Pegasus seemed to be happy as it neighed, happily rubbing its face on Miraâs bosom. The Pure Rabbit stayed on her lap, looking at her face reservedly.
ãItâs okay, I was just a bit tired.ã
When Mira explained that, Pegasus replied by neighing loudly. After that, the stillness filling the plain was broken as all the birds began chirping at once. They were all small birds, but since there were so many of them together the sound was rather loud, which helped dispel the remaining lethargy in Mira.
ãEverythingâs alright now, you donât have to worry anymore.ã
Saying that, Mira lifted the pure rabbit into her arms. The blue rabbit let out happy squeaks as it buried itself in Miraâs bosom.
ãI think Iâve spent enough time doing nothing. Letâs take off again, Pegasus.ã
Her tiredness and sleepiness gone, Mira stood up, which also made all the birds perched on Pegasus to fly away. She then sat on Pegasusâ back, who slowly rose to its feet.
Birds all around them took off and danced around them before vanishing into the sky. The white-winged horse ran through that mesmerizing sight similar to a rain of petals.
As the sun set, the tourists swarming the plaza in front of the Silver Linked Towers diminished in volume. Mira landed near that plaza, after which Pegasus became much more clingy and Mira had to soothe him for a bit before sending him back. Crossing through the large gate, the nine towers that extended up into the sky came in sight. The Sacred Tree still had a more imposing appearance, but this was still a magnificent scene to behold. Seeing that filled her with a sense of returning home, so she proudly filled her chest with air and walked just a bit faster.
When she reached the Tower of Summoning, she looked to its side and saw the wagon was gone.
(Hmm... guess Creos isnât home.)
Mira could not wait to flaunt her own customized wagon when she got hers, but she also lowered her gaze a bit. It was best if she only thought about that after it was made, so instead she held the pure rabbit and held it up towards the tower.
ãThis will be your new home from now on.ã
It seemed to understand Miraâs words as it squeaked with excitement, and then Mira carried it with her to her room up in the tower.
She opened her room with the towerâs master key, threw her coat to a couch and placed the pure rabbit on top.
ãStay still for a bit.ã
Saying that, Mira quickly ran to the toilet. Soon after the sound of water flowing came from there. Mira walked out of the toilet with a satisfied smile having finished her business, then turned to look at the door leading to the changing room and bathroom.
ãMaybe we can relax together there for a while.ã
Mira picked the pure rabbit up and seeking the warmth and comfort of a bath she extended a hand to the changing roomâs door and opened it.
ãWha-?!ã
ãLady Mira, welcome-ã
ãSorry!ã
Mira quickly shut the door closed out of confusion. Still, her completely unprepared eyes still had the figure of Mariana wearing only underwear imprinted on them. Feelings of guilt started to mix with more colorful ones in her mind, so she quickly put a stop to her brain.
Mariana had been unable to finish her greeting earlier, so she opened the door again without much care and bowed to Mira. She smiled happily after raising her head, her cheeks slightly flushed from the bath, her blue hair slightly bunched together, and her body wrapped in a white robe.
ãMm, Iâm back.ã
That smile quickly brought Mira back to reality, and after returning the greeting Marianaâs eyes noticed the blue rabbit Mira was holding.
ãWhatâs the story behind that rabbit?ã
Mariana looked straight at the rabbit and slowly reached out to it. The pure rabbit seemed slightly hesitant at first, but then it noticed that the divine protection Mira had felt the same as Marianaâs presence, so it nuzzled its head against her hand.
ãIt followed me from the forest... is it okay if we keep it here?ã
Miraâs voice sounded almost like that of a child asking something from her mom. While Mira was the master of the tower, Mariana was in charge of everything while she was gone, so treating her in that way was to be expected.
ãBut of course. Iâll make sure to take good care of it while youâre gone.ã
ãI appreciate that a lot, thanks Mariana.ã
Some time passed in silence, then Mariana walked into the changing room again and took her robe off.
ãWh-what are you doing..?!ã
Mira hurried to look away, resisting her internal urge to peek again. Just beyond the corner of her eyes, Mariana stood in her underwear, just like Mira had seen her earlier, and replied with a highly motivated voice.
ãIt seemed you were about to take a bath, so Iâll wash your back.ã
ã...Oh... um... thanks...ã
Once Mariana set her mind to help with something, there was no stopping her. Mira had learned that much from her last visit, so she spared her the useless arguing and nodded submissively before walking into the changing room. Things went just like last time, Mariana assisting her with undressing before carefully folding the clothes and adding them to the laundry basket.
ãIs there anything else you wish to have washed?ã
ãOh right, I almost forgot about that.ã
As Mariana placed Miraâs underwear in the basket, the last pieces of clothing she had on, Mariana turned to Mira to ask her. That reminded Mira to take out her own basket, from which she fished out her used underwear before throwing it in the laundry basket.
With that, Mira attempted to walk into the bathroom while carrying the pure rabbit, but Mariana stopped her by calling her name.
ãWhat happened to your hair?ã
Her tone sounded just a bit harsh as she walked up behind Mira and touched her hair beautifully tied. White had arranged Miraâs hair when she also taught her how to use more Concept Magic.
ãOh, that. This girl called White tied it of her own will while I was traveling.ã
Mariana untied her hair, replying with a low voice as she pursed her lips in a slightly bad mood. But Mira was still doing everything she could to avoid looking directly at Mariana, so she did not notice that change.
When Mira entered the bath, Mariana insisted on washing Miraâs hair and every corner of her body. The sponge she used felt softer and smoother than last time, small bubbles and foam covering Miraâs body.
All the exhaustion Mira had built during her travels began to release from that comfortable touch as she fully relaxed her body. Mariana smiled delighted seeing that, slowly letting warm water run down Miraâs body to wash off the foam.
Then it was the pure rabbitâs turn, which both girls took care of together. The rabbit was either used to water or simply did not mind it, so Mira protected its ears as Mariana gently washed its blue fur.
ãAnd thatâs it. Lady Mira, do you have any plans for dinner?ã
Mariana asked her while arranging Miraâs hair, who combed the pure rabbitâs fur.
ãNot yet. Could you make something for me?ã
ãOf course. Iâll start preparations now, and you can stay here and relax.ã
Only when Mariana asked that Mira noticed how empty her stomach felt. Mariana quickly tied Miraâs silver hair before accepting the new request with a melodic voice.
Mira quickly glanced at Mariana walking away in high spirits to prepare dinner, then Mira walked to the center of the large bathroom. There was a bathtub made of black augite there. That was a particular type of stone that reflected light in curious patterns reminiscent of a starry sky, which gave it a prized appearance that attracted many, making it a very high-quality material for furnishings.
She filled that bathtub with warm water before sitting in it, a bit of water overflowing from the edge.
The water temperature was a bit higher than usual, which felt like small needles poking slightly at her body. Mira enjoyed that feeling the most, so she let out a satisfied sigh as she rested in the water.
The bathtub was very large and could have fit ten more people even if all of them had their legs outstretched. Mira stretched her limbs as far as she could, the black bathtub increasing the contrast with her body and silver hair.
ãAhh... this is the best.ã
She let that sense of freedom permeate her body, holding apple ale in one hand and humming to herself. Mira and the pure rabbit spent an hour of pure bliss there. | {
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I didnât know the precise date, but it was the same time as when this sphere was delivered to this village.
From there, they would have prepared by buying all the medicine stock from the other stores, so they would be ready to sell once the illness began to spread.
That way, they could easily make a profit.
There was no concept of prevention here. Obviously, there were no masks... If it was contagious like a cold, then it would not take long for it to spread.
As Range village was a short distance away, it had taken them longer to go and buy the medicine.
...My guess was that the neighboring count had planned this. And if this glass sphere was what caused it, then it would connect all of the dots.
âThe glass sphere is the cause...in that case...but wait... Can a single sphere really do that...? In the first place, it had spread in Ractos much too quickly for it to have started here... Mr. Hannes had only just recently left the village...â
I ignored the others as I was deep in thought.
I could not understand how the sphere worked, and how the illness spread.
But then again, this was a world of magic, and so perhaps there was no hope of me understanding it...
âIn any case, it shouldnât have spread that far if it started in Range village...â
The people here had been suffering from the illness.
So no one could have gone out and made the journey.
And so how could it have spread to Ractos...?
âMr. Hannes. Ever since that sphere was placed here, has anyone gone to Ractos? Aside from you and Rosalie, of course.â
I asked Mr. Hannes, who had been staring at me suspiciously while I muttered to myself.
âTo Ractos? Ractos is the town that is closest to us, and so that is where most of our wine goes. And so someone delivers it at least once every five days.â âI see...â
Hmmm... But could someone who was just there to drop off some wine really be the cause of it spreading through the whole town...?
Wait... But why was the sphere placed in the storage house in the first place?
If it was the sphere that made people sick, why not put it somewhere where more people were likely to gather?
And if you wanted it to spread in Ractos, then you should put it near the plaza.
âHmm...I donât know...â
â...What is it?â
âNo, itâs just the cause of the illness...I feel like I should know, but I donât...â
âThe cause of the illness?â
âYes. The glass sphere and the store that you almost bought medicine from... The spread of the illness in Ractos and Range village... It all happened at the same time. And so it must be connected...â âSurely it cannot...â
I tried to think of an explanation... If I could, it would mean that we might be able to do something about the store.
Evidence. Well, maybe that was asking for too much. But I wanted something.
Especially since I saw the suffering of the children at the orphanage, as well as Raiâs parents.
âMr. Takumi... Iâm sorry to have caused you trouble...â âAh, Phillip. How do you feel?â
âNot terrible, thanks to the Ramogi... Well, I have a slight headache...â âA hangover. Itâs because you drank so much wine yesterday.â
As I was talking to Mr. Hannes and thinking, Phillip came out of the house.
He looked a little pale, because of his hangover, but was otherwise fine.
âStill...Mr. Phillip...what is that in your hand?â
âAh, hair of dog, you know? Drinking a little helps cure a hangover.â
Phillip was carrying a cup that was filled with wine.
Indeed, I had heard about people drinking alcohol in order to alleviate the symptoms of a hangover... But I think it was just that the alcohol numbed your senses so that your head didnât hurt as much. That was all...
âAh, Mr. Hannes. Thank you. Your wifeâs soup was excellent. But so is this wine.â âWell, it is something we are proud of. And so I am glad to see that you enjoy it.â
Not only did Phillip drink the soup, but he was also starting to drink wine...
Well, it really was delicious...
In fact, Mr. Hannes was so pleased by this complement, that he had completely forgotten about the previous conversation.
âWou! Gau!â
âWhat is it?!â
âAhhh!â
Phillip had been laughing and was about to take a sip.
Just then, Leo started to bark at him.
It was so sudden that Phillip and Mr. Hannes were shocked.
âWhat is it, Leo?â âWuff-wuff. Wou. Wou-wou.â
I petted Leo in order to calm her down, and then I asked her why she had barked.
She was usually so quiet, and would not bark without reason.
Phillip had frozen with the cup in his hand. Leoâs eyes remained fixed on it as she explained it to me.
Uhh... You can faintly sense something in the wine that is like the glass sphere... The smell of disease...
From the wine?
âThe wine... Leo. Are you sure?â âWou.â
â...Phillip. I donât think that you should drink that wine.â âMr. Takumi?â
Mr. Hannes finally shook himself out of the shock of hearing Leo barking.
...Leo was just trying to help, and she isnât actually scary at all, Mr. Hannes.
âIâm sorry to trouble you, but could you have several wine barrels brought out from the storage house? There is something I need to confirm.â âConfirm?â
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ããããšãããããŸãã | A German prison camp.
And this man, Archie Cochrane, is a prisoner of war and a doctor, and he has a problem.
The problem is that the men under his care are suffering from an excruciating and debilitating condition that Archie doesn't really understand.
The symptoms are this horrible swelling up of fluids under the skin.
But he doesn't know whether it's an infection, whether it's to do with malnutrition.
He doesn't know how to cure it.
And he's operating in a hostile environment.
And people do terrible things in wars.
The German camp guards, they've got bored.
They've taken to just firing into the prison camp at random for fun.
On one particular occasion, one of the guards threw a grenade into the prisoners' lavatory while it was full of prisoners.
He said he heard suspicious laughter.
And Archie Cochrane, as the camp doctor, was one of the first men in to clear up the mess.
And one more thing: Archie was suffering from this illness himself.
So the situation seemed pretty desperate.
But Archie Cochrane was a resourceful person.
He'd already smuggled vitamin C into the camp, and now he managed to get hold of supplies of marmite on the black market.
Now some of you will be wondering what marmite is.
Marmite is a breakfast spread beloved of the British.
It looks like crude oil.
It tastes ...
zesty.
And importantly, it's a rich source of vitamin B12.
So Archie splits the men under his care as best he can into two equal groups.
He gives half of them vitamin C.
He gives half of them vitamin B12.
He very carefully and meticulously notes his results in an exercise book.
And after just a few days, that whatever is causing this illness, marmite is the cure.
So Cochrane then goes to the Germans who are running the prison camp.
Now you've got to imagine at the moment -- forget this photo, imagine this guy with this long ginger beard and this shock of red hair.
He hasn't been able to shave -- a sort of Billy Connolly figure.
Cochrane, he starts ranting at these Germans in this Scottish accent -- in fluent German, by the way, but in a Scottish accent -- and explains to them how German culture was the culture that gave Schiller and Goethe to the world.
And he can't understand how this barbarism can be tolerated, and he vents his frustrations.
And then he goes back to his quarters, breaks down and weeps because he's convinced that the situation is hopeless.
But a young German doctor picks up Archie Cochrane's exercise book and says to his colleagues, "This evidence is incontrovertible.
If we don't supply vitamins to the prisoners, it's a war crime."
And the next morning, supplies of vitamin B12 are delivered to the camp, and the prisoners begin to recover.
Now I'm not telling you this story because I think Archie Cochrane is a dude, although Archie Cochrane is a dude.
I'm not even telling you the story because I think we should be running more carefully controlled randomized trials in all aspects of public policy, although I think that would also be completely awesome.
I'm telling you this story because Archie Cochrane, all his life, fought against a terrible affliction, and he realized it was debilitating to individuals and it was corrosive to societies.
And he had a name for it.
He called it the God complex.
Now I can describe the symptoms of the God complex very, very easily.
So the symptoms of the complex are, no matter how complicated the problem, you have an absolutely overwhelming belief that you are infallibly right in your solution.
Now Archie was a doctor, so he hung around with doctors a lot.
And doctors suffer from the God complex a lot.
Now I'm an economist, I'm not a doctor, but I see the God complex around me all the time in my fellow economists.
I see it in our business leaders.
I see it in the politicians we vote for -- people who, in the face of an incredibly complicated world, that they understand the way that the world works.
And you know, with the future billions that we've been hearing about, the world is simply far too complex to understand in that way.
Well let me give you an example.
Imagine for a moment that, instead of Tim Harford in front of you, there was Hans Rosling presenting his graphs.
You know Hans: the Mick Jagger of TED.
And he'd be showing you these amazing statistics, these amazing animations.
And they are brilliant; it's wonderful work.
But a typical Hans Rosling graph: think for a moment, not what it shows, but think instead about what it leaves out.
So it'll show you GDP per capita, population, longevity, that's about it.
So three pieces of data for each country -- three pieces of data.
Three pieces of data is nothing.
I mean, have a look at this graph.
This is produced by the physicist Cesar Hidalgo.
He's at MIT.
Now you won't be able to understand a word of it, but this is what it looks like.
Cesar has trolled the database of over 5,000 different products, and he's used techniques of network analysis to interrogate this database and to graph relationships between the different products.
And it's wonderful, wonderful work.
You show all these interconnections, all these interrelations.
And I think it'll be profoundly useful in understanding how it is that economies grow.
Brilliant work.
Cesar and I tried to write a piece for The New York Times Magazine explaining how this works. And what we learned is Cesar's work is far too good to explain in The New York Times Magazine.
Five thousand products -- that's still nothing.
Five thousand products -- imagine counting every product category in Cesar Hidalgo's data.
Imagine you had one second per product category.
In about the length of this session, you would have counted all 5,000.
Now imagine doing the same thing for every different type of product on sale in Walmart.
There are 100,000 there. It would take you all day.
Now imagine trying to count every different specific product and service on sale in a major economy such as Tokyo, London or New York.
It's even more difficult in Edinburgh because you have to count all the whisky and the tartan.
If you wanted to count every product and service on offer in New York -- there are 10 billion of them -- it would take you 317 years.
This is how complex the economy we've created is.
And I'm just counting toasters here.
I'm not trying to solve the Middle East problem.
The complexity here is unbelievable.
And just a piece of context -- the societies in which our brains evolved had about 300 products and services.
You could count them in five minutes.
So this is the complexity of the world that surrounds us.
This perhaps is why we find the God complex so tempting.
We tend to retreat and say, "We can draw a picture, we can post some graphs, we get it, we understand how this works."
And we don't.
We never do.
Now I'm not trying to deliver a nihilistic message here.
I'm not trying to say we can't solve complicated problems in a complicated world.
We clearly can.
But the way we solve them is with humility -- to abandon the God complex and to actually use a problem-solving technique that works.
And we have a problem-solving technique that works.
Now you show me a successful complex system, and I will show you a system that has evolved through trial and error.
Here's an example.
This baby was produced through trial and error.
I realize that's an ambiguous statement.
Maybe I should clarify it.
This baby is a human body: it evolved.
What is evolution?
Over millions of years, variation and selection, variation and selection -- trial and error, trial and error.
that produce miracles through trial and error.
You could use it in an industrial context.
So let's say you wanted to make detergent.
Let's say you're Unilever and you want to make detergent in a factory near Liverpool.
How do you do it?
Well you have this great big tank full of liquid detergent.
You pump it at a high pressure through a nozzle.
You create a spray of detergent.
Then the spray dries. It turns into powder.
It falls to the floor.
You scoop it up. You put it in cardboard boxes.
You sell it at a supermarket.
You make lots of money.
How do you design that nozzle?
It turns out to be very important.
Now if you ascribe to the God complex, what you do is you find yourself a little God.
You find yourself a mathematician; you find yourself a physicist -- somebody who understands the dynamics of this fluid.
And he will, or she will, calculate the optimal design of the nozzle.
Now Unilever did this and it didn't work -- too complicated.
Even this problem, too complicated.
But the geneticist Professor Steve Jones describes how Unilever actually did solve this problem -- trial and error, variation and selection.
You take a nozzle and you create 10 random variations on the nozzle.
You try out all 10; you keep the one that works best.
You create 10 variations on that one.
You try out all 10. You keep the one that works best.
You try out 10 variations on that one.
You see how this works, right?
And after 45 generations, you have this incredible nozzle.
It looks a bit like a chess piece -- functions absolutely brilliantly.
We have no idea why it works, no idea at all.
And the moment you step back from the God complex -- let's just try to have a bunch of stuff; let's have a systematic way of determining what's working and what's not -- you can solve your problem.
Now this process of trial and error is actually far more common in successful institutions than we care to recognize.
And we've heard a lot about how economies function.
The U.S. economy is still the world's greatest economy.
How did it become the world's greatest economy?
I could give you all kinds of facts and figures about the U.S. economy, but I think the most salient one is this: ten percent of American businesses disappear every year.
That is a huge failure rate.
It's far higher than the failure rate of, say, Americans.
Ten percent of Americans don't disappear every year.
Which leads us to conclude American businesses fail faster than Americans, and therefore American businesses are evolving faster than Americans.
And eventually, they'll have evolved to such a high peak of perfection that they will make us all their pets -- if, of course, they haven't already done so.
I sometimes wonder.
But it's this process of trial and error that explains this great divergence, this incredible performance of Western economies.
It didn't come because you put some incredibly smart person in charge.
It's come through trial and error.
Now I've been sort of banging on about this for the last couple of months, and people sometimes say to me, "Well Tim, it's kind of obvious.
Obviously trial and error is very important.
Obviously experimentation is very important.
Now why are you just wandering around saying this obvious thing?"
So I say, okay, fine.
You think it's obvious?
I will admit it's obvious when schools start teaching children that there are some problems that don't have a correct answer.
Stop giving them lists of questions every single one of which has an answer.
And there's an authority figure in the corner behind the teacher's desk who knows all the answers.
And if you can't find the answers, you must be lazy or stupid.
When schools stop doing that all the time, it's obvious that trial and error is a good thing.
When a politician stands up campaigning for elected office and says, "I want to fix our health system.
I want to fix our education system.
I have no idea how to do it.
I have half a dozen ideas.
We're going to test them out. They'll probably all fail.
Then we'll test some other ideas out.
We'll find some that work. We'll build on those.
We'll get rid of the ones that don't." -- when a politician campaigns on that platform, and more importantly, when voters like you and me are willing to vote for that kind of politician, then I will admit that it is obvious that trial and error works, and that -- thank you.
Until then, until then I'm going to keep banging on about trial and error and why we should abandon the God complex.
Because it's so hard to admit our own fallibility.
And Archie Cochrane understood this as well as anybody.
There's this one trial he ran many years after World War II.
He wanted to test out the question of, where is it that patients should recover from heart attacks?
Should they recover in a specialized cardiac unit in hospital, or should they recover at home?
All the cardiac doctors tried to shut him down.
They had the God complex in spades.
They knew that their hospitals were the right place for patients, to run any kind of trial or experiment.
Nevertheless, Archie managed to get permission to do this.
He ran his trial.
And after the trial had been running for a little while, he gathered together all his colleagues around his table, and he said, "Well, gentlemen, we have some preliminary results.
They're not statistically significant.
But we have something.
And it turns out that you're right and I'm wrong.
It is dangerous for patients to recover from heart attacks at home.
They should be in hospital."
And there's this uproar, and all the doctors start pounding the table and saying, "We always said you were unethical, Archie.
You're killing people with your clinical trials. You need to shut it down now.
Shut it down at once."
And there's this huge hubbub.
Archie lets it die down.
And then he says, "Well that's very interesting, gentlemen, because when I gave you the table of results, I swapped the two columns around.
It turns out your hospitals are killing people, and they should be at home.
Would you like to close down the trial now, or should we wait until we have robust results?"
Tumbleweed rolls through the meeting room.
But Cochrane would do that kind of thing.
And the reason he would do that kind of thing is because he understood it feels so much better to stand there and say, "Here in my own little world, I am a god, I understand everything.
I do not want to have my opinions challenged.
I do not want to have my conclusions tested."
It feels so much more comfortable simply to lay down the law.
Cochrane understood that uncertainty, that fallibility, that being challenged, they hurt.
And you sometimes need to be shocked out of that.
Now I'm not going to pretend that this is easy.
It isn't easy.
It's incredibly painful.
And since I started talking about this subject and researching this subject, I've been really haunted by something a Japanese mathematician said on the subject.
So shortly after the war, this young man, Yutaka Taniyama, developed this amazing conjecture called the Taniyama-Shimura Conjecture.
It turned out to be absolutely instrumental many decades later in proving Fermat's Last Theorem.
In fact, it turns out it's equivalent to proving Fermat's Last Theorem.
You prove one, you prove the other.
But it was always a conjecture.
Taniyama tried and tried and tried and he could never prove that it was true.
And shortly before his 30th birthday in 1958, Yutaka Taniyama killed himself.
His friend, Goro Shimura -- who worked on the mathematics with him -- many decades later, reflected on Taniyama's life.
He said, "He was not a very careful person as a mathematician.
He made a lot of mistakes.
But he made mistakes in a good direction.
I tried to emulate him, but I realized it is very difficult to make good mistakes."
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âYou called?â
Mirea-san dressed in maid clothes entered.
It was good to see that she already completely recovered from her arm injuries.
Itâs nice seeing young Reina in maid clothes but Mirea-sanâs figure is also quite good.
I canât believe that she isnât only a widow but also has a child even though sheâs such a beautiful woman.
âE, ehm. Carlo-sama, what is your order?â
......Ah.
Mirea-san looks at me with reddened cheeks.
Looks like she became shy after I stared at her for too long.
âAah, howâs Lucia? Is she fine?â
âThanks to you sheâs able to go to school. She seemed to have been able to also make some friends.â
âIs that so? Thatâs good. Mirea, can I have a cup of tea?â
âYes, Iâll bring it in just a momentâ
I tasted the tea Mirea brought.
Though itâs delicious regrettably thereâs no sugar in it.
It seems like sugar is a luxury item and isnât always available.
I want to eat something sweet.
The day slowly passed by and it was already dusk.
I was slightly hungry, too.
Ah, I got it, I just got a great idea. (TN: No... No, bad!)
Letâs eat out today.
The beef stew of the Fawn Pavilion.
M, maybe Iâll meet Felicia while Iâm at it. (TN: Carlo, sit and stay..... talk with Mirea about her great tea and dooonât go to that!!!)
âMirea, Iâm going out for a bit today.â
âGoing out at such a time?â (TN: Stop him!!!)
âYeah and tell Melissa itâs unnecessary to prepare supper because Iâm going to eat outside.â
âCertainlyâ
âAlso, is there a flower shop nearby? One which makes bouquetsâ
After I left the mansion I went to the flower shop Mirea told me about.
Itâs good that Mirea knew about it though she looked at me slightly confused.
She told me I should bring Lunos, who became the captain of the Imperial Guard under my direct control, with me but I declined.
I wonât take such a lady-killer with me, absolutely not.
I had them make me a bouquet at the flower shop.
It seems like it was unusual for a man to order a bouquet in this world. I did get it but I got some dubious looks.
There were many colourful flowers and a lot of Babyâs breath in it.
What meaning does that have in flower language? (TN: Everlasting love of any kind, Innocence etc. there are some but mostly love stuff)
âIf it isnât Carlo-sama. Thank you for coming again. Let us go to the room.â
The plump shopkeeper of the Fawn Pavilion, Fats, greeted me at the entrance and brought me to the VIP room.
âIâd like to eat the calf stew again. My legs unintentionally carried me here.â
âIâm honoured that you seem to like it. Then I shall hastily prepare the calf stew. Shall I let Felicia come again?â
My chest tightens.
Thatâs good, Felicia-chan is here today.
I pretended to be as indifferent as possible and answered.
âAah, I see. Then should I have Felicia come? As good as the dishes are they take long to be made.â
âCertainly. Wait a minuteâ
I grinned and Fats left.
âCarlo-sama, please excuse me.â
After a few minutes, Felicia-chan entered.
Ahh, sheâs pretty as I thought. (TN: <___< I wanna hit ya)
She had a cool, irresistible look in her eyes and it felt like they could suck me in any moment.
Though an adult woman such as Rozea is good but the faint and discreet Felicia-chan is the best. (TN: I give up.)
"Felicia, please take this."
I handed Felicia-chan the bouquet I bought.
Though I thought about giving her a ring or a necklace, but even I would feel disgusted if a man I just met suddenly gave me those things.(TN: It's the same tho... doesn't matter if flowers or other stuff...)
Therefore I got a bouquet, are you happy about it?
"Well, this is for me?! How pretty it is. And also that fragrance......"
Felicia-chan brings the bouquet close to her face to enjoy the fragrance.
I'm relieved, she seemed to like it.
"No, I just passed a flower shop on my way here coincidently."
I'm a liar.
I took the trouble and took a detour to get it.
But I have no intentions to say this.
"This is the first time a gentleman gave me such a thing. Thank you" (TN: I call bullshit)
Felicia-chan carefully bowed to me and thanked me.
There doesn't seem to be a custom of men giving girls bouquets in this world.
But I'm a modern man though I'm a virgin.
I do have the knowledge that women would be pleased with this I don't have any experience, though.
Today it seems that the shop is not as busy as it was last time so she stayed a while longer in the room.
Meanwhile, I talked about various things with her.
Felicia seems to turn this year.
She learned to sing and dance from her father at an early age but his business went bankrupt.
She said that she came with her mother to Braham and seems to sing here to help her household. (TN: Your run-of-the-mill tragic story)
When I thought about her hardships I felt tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.
By the way, I asked her whether she watched the Sword Fighting Competition but it seems like she didn't come.
What a shame that she wasn't able to see my majestic figure.
I had her sing one piece and then Felicia-chan returned to the hall for today.
I ate my stew and returned afterwards.
My eyes met with Felicia-chan's again as she sang across the hall.
I said my good-byes with my eyes and she smiled more clearly today.
I feel like we have gotten closer today.
I leave the shop while feeling happy.
After having left the Fawn Pavilion I stopped by the hideout.
I looked through the window but the lights were turned off then I entered wearing a mask just in case.
Pick wasn't in the hideout.
I changed my clothes to that of Akatsuki, wore my mask and left the house.
When I entered the adventurer's guild, it was pretty busy inside even though it was night.
"Yo Akatsuki, over here."
"Big bro, long time no see"
Pick and the masked mercenary Crescent Moon called me over
Pick seemed to have properly remembered me telling her to "call me big bro when we are out in the public".
Admirable, admirable.
"Why is it that it's that crowded even though it's night?"
"About that, Akatsuki. A slightly big job has come in."
"Big bro, it's about the troll-sightings in the village close to the Reid Forest."
"That's right. Besides, it's rumoured to have two heads."
Crescent moon spoke joyfully.
A two-headed troll, huh? That'll be troublesome.
That kind of report has yet to reach the feudal lord Carlo.
If I get a report that means the adventurer's guild failed and request for the military to be dispatched against the subjugation target, huh?
But when that happens they would have already lost a lot of people.
Trolls are relatively major creatures in the fantasy genre and are known for their image of being slow-witted giants.
This doesn't change in this world either, trolls are tall at approximately three metres in height and the have considerable strength.
They often attack by throwing rocks and swinging their big club.
Just because their intelligence isn't high that doesn't mean subjugating them is also easy.
Its monster class is C, it's on the level that it can be dealt with by one adventurer party.
However, the troll has subspecies.
These individuals are called "two-heads", which was mentioned just now, and "three-heads".
The troll literally grows more than one head but when it grows more than one head then its body gets bigger and its intelligence also gets higher.
In some cases, they are even able to use magic.
If that happens, it's necessary to raise its monster class to B, a joint operation of a number of parties is needed to deal with it.
"A "Two-heads" is a difficult enemy. Can it use magic?"
"It's a quest that just came in a while ago so the details aren't clear yet. Hey, Akatsuki, will you take the quest with us?"
Obviously, Crescent Moon is excited.
The reward will also be quite good.
"But when it comes to two-headed trolls, shouldn't their monster class be B?"
"It'll be fine, Akatsuki!"
As Crescent Moon said this she suddenly held my head with her left hand and whispered into my ear so that Pick couldnât hear it.
"I watched your match. Aren't you amazing? If I'm with you it'll be an easy victory."
She was talking about the Sword Fighting Competition.
That's fine and all but your chest hit my mask, your chest.
Today I learned that a mask is really bothersome at times like this.
I'll never forget this vexation, never.
"I got it, I got it. Well then, shall we meet up here again tomorrow? Because I'll bring a magician acquaintance of mine."
"I did it, that's why I like you âª"
"Big bro, I'll also come along."
Oh well, it should be fine.
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âThis place and scenery are really nice, but thereâs also a certain rumor about it.â
âWhat kind of rumor?â
âThat if a couple confesses here, their love will be fulfilled and theyâll be together.â
â...That sounds really romantic, but that kind of story sounds like something girls would love to pass around.â
In their past life, there were many stories like that that would get a lot of attention, but there was no proof it was actually true.
Schenna thought it was stories like those that would make a sightseeing place popular, but with time they would be forgotten and left abandoned.
âThatâs what you think? There are actually people who have experienced that.â
âFor real?â
âReally. A hundred years ago, Reesha confessed to her husband here, and theyâve been together since then.â
âHuh?! Seriously?!â
Schenna was not that shocked because the rumor might be true, but to find out that Reesha was married.
Reesha had never behaved that way, or mentioned it, so Schenna had simply assumed she was single.
âReally though?... I was pretty shocked when she told me about Grana, but I didnât know she was hiding something like that as well.â
âHer husband is currently living in the elf district in Priden.â
Reesha had always seemed knowledgeable and mysterious, so Schenna slowly started to get curious as to what kind of person she would confess to.
When the two of them arrived at the top, a slight breeze received the two.
Probably because of the rumor, there were already many couples there using it as a dating spot.
Kishana took hold of Schennaâs hand and led her to a place where they could see the entire city.
âYou know, before I met you I would come here countless times and gaze at the scenery alone, wondering if I would ever find a suitable person for me. But then you appeared out of nowhere, and then Luthors and Grana too, and now my surroundings are really lively.â
âGod probably heard your prayers. And thanks to that, I also managed to find some awesome companions, so Iâm grateful too.â
âSometimes you say unexpectedly romantic things.â
âAfter I heard yours and Reeshaâs story, sometimes I feel like itâs better to just go with the flow and not worry about every little thing.â
âSo... Like this?â
Kishana moved closer to Schenna, and taking her hands she began to dance with her as if in a ballroom.
Schenna had experience wearing dresses and dancing in parties organized by nobles, but her dancing sense was really off.
âYouâre really bad dancing even though you used to be from the nobility.â
âBecause swinging a sword was always easier for me. But if you want to dance like in a lantern festival, Iâll gladly accompany you.â
âI swear... Youâre quite a handful for a knight.â
Kishana skillfully took the lead and spread the ground her dance covered, soon the couples around them started to clap at them and they became the center of attention.
And with that, not too long later, a new rumor spread that if a couple danced skillfully on that platform, they would succeed in love. | {
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âItâs true that you got him away from the castle and made him use Warp Arrow. But why are you so satisfied? There are things that you lost in the meantime.â
âHmph. What could you be talking about...â
Buckler stumbled on his words.
No, he was interrupted.
It was echoing in my head right now... The announcement that one of his teammates had been killed...!
âThanks, old man. I was able to defeat the first one because of you.â
Necoco had been able to push Slasher to the brink and defeat him!
Now it was vs !
The battle...was moving in our favor!
âLetâs keep going! Satomi!â
âYes, itâs about time!â
Right now, nearly all friends and foes had gathered in this area!
Necoco had rushed here after defeating Slasher, and Satomi had pursued Sweeper.
Anne had already been fighting Crusher near the church, and I had been chased by Buckler.
Except the enemy was one person down.
That could be the deciding factor!
Satomi used a Miracle Effect to summon two more Unisons.
Gochu the monkey, Buffi the pig, and Kapaparuto the kappa all used fire, wind, and water attacks respectively.
And most of their charge attacks were âmagic attacksâ that were calculated by the Magic Attack and Magic Defenses stats.
While Buckler was strong against both physical and magic attacks, he was still more on the physical side, and magic attacks had been more effective against him in previous fights.
I was physical, and so was Necoco and Anne!
And so Satomi was quite important, as the sole person who mainly used magic.
Also, while most people relied on items to heal in NSO, Satomi was also our healer.
The party relied on him a lot.
And we relied on him now as well...!
âI wonât let you do that...! Forbidden Ground of Pain!â
Declared an enemy player, Crusher the monk. And then my body suddenly grew heavy!
And then I lost my balance and fell from the church roof and onto the ground...!
âGah...! What is...â
He had not used this skill during any of the previous battles...!
My guess was that it was a Miracle Effect, but I wasnât sure.
However, if it was able to throw all of us onto the ground at once, it must be something very special!
Because this attack had affected all the players that were within a few meters range of Crusher.
Even his own party members...
âHey, you baldy! Why are you hitting me with that!â
âItâs your fault for not running away in time. I told you in advance.â
âGrrr...! My Miracle Effect hadnât worn off yet, but now itâs wasted!â
âHehehe! Well, just sit there quietly and watch!â
So Sweeperâs Gunship Broom had been a Miracle Effect after all.
It must be similar to Pettaâs combined charge attack, Trumpetter.
The flying ability was just a bonus, and the main purpose was the attacks that could be used while flight was activated...
In Sweeperâs case, it would be the cannon beam.
Judging by what she had said, she could have likely unleashed it a few more times. But now the barrel was pointing away, and she wouldnât be able to target anyone.
As for Buckler, he too was a prisoner of this enhanced gravity.
He was already heavy to begin with, so now he could barely even move.
But it hardly mattered.
Cause I still couldnât defeat him in this state...!
But the worst thing of all was that Crusher himself was not affected by this!
If this continued, we would just be waiting as he went around and killed us one by one...
We had to do something!
âWhirlwind!â
If it was an effect that strengthened gravity, then maybe if I made myself lighter I could... No!?
While I could crawl a little, I couldnât stand up...!
âUnfortunately for you, Archer, this isnât an effect that increases the gravity within a certain space.â
What...!?
But now that I thought about it, that did make sense.
I had been standing on the cross on the church roof. So if gravity was pulling me downward, then I could have been impaled by the cross...
However, I just rolled down to the roof and fell onto the ground.
As if the ground was sucking me towards it...
I see...!
So it was just an effect that pulled people towards the ground...!
That means that any arrows I unleash will also be pulled down!
âYou are quick to understand. I knew that you were dangerous. And so I would like to snuff you out first... However, Iâm too scared to get close to someone who has that great skill that stretches up to the sky...! And so Iâll leave you for last!â
And then Crusher headed towards Satomi!
Tsk. Wasnât there anything that I could do...?
And maybe I shouldnât just believe everything he said, and try shooting an arrow...?
No, Necoco just unleashed Thunder Sky Sever Claws, and it was pulled towards the ground and vanished before reaching anyone.
If that was what happened to thunder, then there was no way that my arrows wouldnât be affected...!
âGar... Gar...â
âHuh!? Garbow?â
All of a sudden, I could hear Garbowâs cry.
It was very quiet. But not because it was far away.
As if it was being blocked by something...
âAh...!â
The manhole...!
I had thought that the circle drawn on the ground was just for decoration, but it was a manhole!
And I could hear Garbowâs voice coming from it!
This map seemed a lot smaller than the Jumbo Athletic Park, and the reason for that was there was an underground area you could travel through...!
When I put my ear to the ground, I could hear the sounds of water, so it was likely a sewer area!
Either Garbow had started down there or had entered it for some reason.
And when Unisons were alone, they traveled towards the player they were the closest to.
And since we were all together now, it made sense that Garbow would come here.
So, I had a lot more options now.
Garbowâs combined charge attack, Armageddon Arrow had not only overwhelming destructive power, but a propelling force that was unstoppable.
And so it should work even in this space...
The problem was, who should I target with it?
Crusher, the person who made this space...
Buckler, who was the most dangerous...
This would be the real deciding factor! | {
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âªSOSãéãã⪠âªâªâª ããããšãTED è¯ãå€ã | ⪠Oh I cannot be missing ⪠⪠The lads'll expect me ⪠⪠Why else would the Good Lord Himself resurrect me? ⪠⪠For nothing'll stop me. I have to prevail ⪠⪠Through the teeth of this tempest ⪠⪠In the mouth of a gale ⪠⪠May the angels protect me ⪠⪠If all else should fail ⪠⪠And the last ship sails âª
⪠Oh the roar of the chains ⪠⪠And the cracking of timbers ⪠⪠The noise at the end of the world in your ears ⪠⪠As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea ⪠⪠And the last ship sails ⪠So I was born and raised in the shadow of a shipyard in a little town on the northeast coast of England.
Some of my earliest memories are of giant ships blocking the end of my street, as well as the sun, for a lot of the year.
Every morning as a child, I'd watch thousands of men walk down that hill to work in the shipyard.
I'd watch those same men walking back home every night.
It has to be said, the shipyard was not the most pleasant place to live next door to, or indeed work in.
The shipyard was noisy, dangerous, highly toxic, with an appalling health and safety record.
Despite that, the men and women who worked on those ships were extraordinarily proud of the work they did, and justifiably so.
Some of the largest vessels ever constructed on planet Earth were built right at the end of my street.
My grandfather had been a shipwright, and as a child, as there were few other jobs in the town, I would wonder with some anxiety whether that would be my destiny too.
I was fairly determined that it wouldn't be.
I had other dreams, not necessarily practical ones, but at the age of eight, I was bequeathed a guitar.
It was a battered old thing with five rusty strings, and was out of tune, but quickly I learned to play it and realized that I'd found a friend for life, in my plan to escape from this surreal industrial landscape.
Well, they say if you dream something hard enough, it will come to pass.
Either that, or I was extremely lucky, but this was my dream.
I dreamt I would leave this town, and just like those ships, once they were launched, I'd never come back.
I dreamt I'd become a writer of songs, that I would sing those songs to vast numbers of people all over the world, that I would be paid extravagant amounts of money, that I'd become famous, that I'd marry a beautiful woman, have children, raise a family, buy a big house in the country, keep dogs, grow wine, have rooms full of Grammy Awards, platinum discs, and what have you.
So far, so good, right? And then one day, the songs stopped coming, and while you've suffered from periods of writer's block before, albeit briefly, this is something chronic.
Day after day, you face a blank page, and nothing's coming.
And those days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and pretty soon those months have turned into years with very little to show for your efforts. No songs.
So you start asking yourself questions.
What have I done to offend the gods that they would abandon me so?
Is the gift of songwriting taken away as easily as it seems to have been bestowed?
Or perhaps there's a more -- a deeper psychological reason.
It was always a Faustian pact anyway.
You're rewarded for revealing your innermost thoughts, your private emotions on the page for the entertainment of others, for the analysis, the scrutiny of others, and perhaps you've given enough of your privacy away.
And yet, if you look at your work, could it be argued that your best work wasn't about you at all, it was about somebody else?
Did your best work occur when you sidestepped your own ego and you stopped telling your story, but told someone else's story, someone perhaps without a voice, where empathetically, you stood in his shoes for a while or saw the world through his eyes?
Well they say, write what you know.
If you can't write about yourself anymore, then who do you write about?
So it's ironic that the landscape I'd worked so hard to escape from, and the community that I'd more or less abandoned and exiled myself from should be the very landscape, the very community I would have to return to to find my missing muse.
And as soon as I did that, as soon as I decided to honor the community I came from and tell their story, that the songs started to come thick and fast.
I've described it as a kind of projectile vomiting, a torrent of ideas, of characters, of voices, of verses, couplets, entire songs almost formed whole, materialized in front of me as if they'd been bottled up inside me for many, many years.
One of the first things I wrote was just a list of names of people I'd known, and they become characters in a kind of three-dimensional drama, where they explain who they are, what they do, their hopes and their fears for the future.
This is Jackie White.
He's the foreman of the shipyard.
My name is Jackie White, and I'm foreman of the yard, and you don't mess with Jackie on this quayside.
I'm as hard as iron plate, woe betide you if you're late when we have to push a boat out on the spring tide.
Now you can die and hope for heaven, but you need to work your shift, and I'd expect you all to back us to the hilt, for if St. Peter at his gate were to ask you why you're late, why, you tell him that you had to get a ship built.
We build battleships and cruisers for Her Majesty the Queen, supertankers for Onassis, and all the classes in between, We built the greatest ship in tonnage what the world has ever seen ⪠And the only life worth knowing is in the shipyard ⪠⪠Steel in the stockyard, iron in the soul ⪠⪠Would conjure up a ship ⪠⪠Where there used to be a hull ⪠⪠And we don't know what we'll do âª
⪠If this yard gets sold ⪠⪠For the only life worth knowing is in the shipyard ⪠So having decided to write about other people instead of myself, a further irony is that sometimes you reveal more about yourself than you'd ever intended.
This song is called "Dead Man's Boots," which is an expression which describes how difficult it is to get a job; in other words, you'd only get a job in the shipyard if somebody else died.
Or perhaps your father could finagle you an apprenticeship at the age of 15.
But sometimes a father's love can be misconstrued as controlling, and conversely, the scope of his son's ambition can seem like some pie-in-the-sky fantasy.
⪠You see these work boots in my hands ⪠⪠They'll probably fit you now, my son ⪠⪠Take them, they're a gift from me ⪠⪠Why don't you try them on? ⪠⪠It would do your old man good to see ⪠⪠You walking in these boots one day ⪠⪠And take your place among the men ⪠⪠Who work upon the slipway âª
⪠These dead man's boots, though they're old and curled ⪠⪠When a fellow needs a job and a place in the world ⪠⪠And it's time for a man to put down roots ⪠⪠And walk to the river in his old man's boots ⪠⪠He said, "I'm dying, son, and asking ⪠⪠That you do one final thing for me ⪠⪠You're barely but a sapling, and you think that you're a tree âª
⪠If you need a seed to prosper ⪠⪠You must first put down some roots ⪠⪠Just one foot then the other in ⪠⪠These dead man's boots" ⪠⪠These dead man's boots, though they're old and curled ⪠⪠When a fellow needs a job and a place in the world ⪠⪠And it's time for a man to put down roots ⪠⪠And walk to the river in his old man's boots âª
⪠I said, "Why in the hell would I do that? ⪠⪠Why would I agree?" ⪠⪠When his hand was all that I'd received ⪠⪠As far as I remember ⪠⪠It's not as if he'd spoiled me with his kindness ⪠⪠Up to then, you see ⪠⪠I'd a plan of my own and I'd quit this place ⪠⪠When I came of age September âª
⪠These dead man's boots know their way down the hill ⪠⪠They could walk there themselves, and they probably will ⪠⪠I've plenty of choices, I've plenty other routes ⪠⪠And you'll never see me walking in these dead man's boots ⪠⪠What was it made him think ⪠⪠I'd be happy ending up like him ⪠⪠When he'd hardly got two halfpennies left âª
⪠Or a broken pot to piss in? ⪠⪠He wanted this same thing for me ⪠⪠Was that his final wish? ⪠⪠He said, "What the hell are you gonna do?" ⪠⪠I said, "Anything but this!" ⪠⪠These dead man's boots know their way down the hill ⪠⪠They can walk there themselves and they probably will ⪠⪠But they won't walk with me âcause I'm off the other way âª
⪠I've had it up to here, I'm gonna have my say ⪠⪠When all you've got left is that cross on the wall ⪠⪠I want nothing from you, I want nothing at all ⪠⪠Not a pension, nor a pittance, when your whole life is through ⪠⪠Get this through your head, I'm nothing like you ⪠⪠I'm done with all the arguments, there'll be no more disputes âª
⪠And you'll die before you see me in your dead man's boots ⪠Thank you.
So whenever they'd launch a big ship, they would invite some dignitary up from London on the train to make a speech, break a bottle of champagne over the bows, launch it down the slipway into the river and out to sea.
Occasionally on a really important ship, they'd get a member of the royal family to come, Duke of Edinburgh, Princess Anne or somebody.
And you have to remember, it wasn't that long ago that the royal family in England were considered to have magical healing powers.
Sick children were held up in crowds of the king or the queen to cure them of some terrible disease.
It wasn't like that in my day, but we still got very excited.
So it's a launch day, it's a Saturday, and my mother has dressed me up in my Sunday best.
I'm not very happy with her.
All the kids are out in the street, and we have little Union Jacks to wave, and at the top of the hill, there's a motorcycle cortege appears.
In the middle of the motorcycles, there's a big, black Rolls-Royce.
Inside the Rolls-Royce is the Queen Mother.
This is a big deal.
So the procession is moving at a stately pace down my street, and as it approaches my house, I start to wave my flag vigorously, and there is the Queen Mother.
I see her, and she seems to see me.
She acknowledges me. She waves, and she smiles.
And I wave my flag even more vigorously.
We're having a moment, me and the Queen Mother.
She's acknowledged me.
And then she's gone.
Well, I wasn't cured of anything.
It was the opposite, actually.
I was infected.
I was infected with an idea.
I don't belong in this street.
I don't want to live in that house.
I don't want to end up in that shipyard.
I want to be in that car. I want a bigger life.
I want a life beyond this town.
I want a life that's out of the ordinary.
It's my right.
It's my right as much as hers.
And so here I am at TED, I suppose to tell that story, and I think it's appropriate to say the obvious that there's a symbiotic and intrinsic link between storytelling and community, between community and art, between community and science and technology, between community and economics.
It's my belief that abstract economic theory that denies the needs of community or denies the contribution that community makes to economy is shortsighted, cruel and untenable.
The fact is, whether you're a rock star or whether you're a welder in a shipyard, or a tribesman in the upper Amazon, or the queen of England, at the end of the day, we're all in the same boat.
⪠Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation ⪠⪠You see the queen's took a taxi herself to the station ⪠⪠Where the porters, surprised by her lack of royal baggage ⪠⪠Bustle her and three corgis to the rear of the carriage ⪠⪠For the train it is crammed with all Europe's nobility ⪠⪠And there's none of them famous for their compatibility âª
⪠There's a fight over seats ⪠⪠"I beg pardon, Your Grace ⪠⪠But you'll find that one's mine, so get back in your place!" ⪠⪠"Aye, but where are they going?" ⪠⪠All the porters debate ⪠⪠"Why they're going to Newcastle and they daren't be late ⪠⪠For they're launching a boat on the Tyne at high tide ⪠⪠And they've come from all over, from far and from wide" âª
⪠There's the old Dalai Lama ⪠⪠And the pontiff of Rome ⪠⪠Every palace in Europe, and there's nay bugger home ⪠⪠There's the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales ⪠⪠Looking crushed and uncomfortable in his top hat and tails ⪠⪠Well, they haven't got tickets ⪠⪠Come now, it's just a detail ⪠⪠There was no time to purchase and one simply has to prevail âª
⪠For we'll get to the shipyards or we'll end up in jail! ⪠⪠When the last ship sails ⪠⪠Oh the roar of the chains ⪠⪠And the cracking of timbers ⪠⪠The noise at the end of the world in your ears ⪠⪠As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea ⪠⪠And the last ship sails ⪠⪠And whatever you'd promised âª
⪠Whatever you've done ⪠⪠And whatever the station in life you've become ⪠⪠In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son ⪠⪠And no matter the weave of this life that you've spun ⪠⪠On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun ⪠⪠When the last ship sails ⪠⪠Oh the roar of the chains ⪠⪠And the cracking of timbers âª
⪠The noise at the end of the world in your ears ⪠⪠As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea ⪠⪠And the last ship sails ⪠Thanks very much for listening to my song.
Thank you. Thank you.
Okay, you have to join in if you know it.
⪠Just a castaway ⪠⪠An island lost at sea, oh ⪠⪠Another lonely day ⪠⪠With no one here but me, oh ⪠⪠More loneliness than any man could bear ⪠⪠Rescue me before I fall into despair ⪠⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my âª
⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠A year has passed since I wrote my note ⪠⪠I should have known this right from the start ⪠⪠Only hope can keep me together ⪠⪠Love can mend your life ⪠⪠but love can break your heart âª
⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Walked out this morning âª
⪠I don't believe what I saw ⪠⪠A hundred billion bottles ⪠⪠Washed up on the shore ⪠⪠Seems I'm not alone in being alone ⪠⪠A hundred billion castaways ⪠⪠Looking for a home ⪠⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I'll send an S.O.S. to the world ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠I hope that someone gets my âª
⪠I hope that someone gets my ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠⪠Message in a bottle ⪠So I'm going to ask you to sing after me, okay, the next part.
It's very easy. Sing in unison.
Here we go.
⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Come on now.
Audience: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Sting: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Audience: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Sting: ⪠I'm sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Audience: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Sting: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Audience: ⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠Sting: ⪠Sending out ⪠⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠⪠Sending out an S.O.S. âª
⪠Sending out an S.O.S. ⪠⪠Yoooooooo ⪠Thank you, TED. Goodnight. | {
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He leaves, a little confused and disappointed.
So, now imagine you're standing on a street, anywhere in Japan, you turn to a person next to you and say, "Excuse me, what is the name of this street?"
They say, "Oh, well that's Block 17 and this is Block 16."
And you say, "OK, but what is the name of this street?"
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Just look at Google Maps here. There's Block 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19.
All of these blocks have names, and the streets are just the unnamed spaces in between the blocks.
And you say then, "OK, then how do you know your home address?"
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You say, "OK, but walking around the neighborhood, I noticed that the house numbers don't go in order."
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The second house ever built is house number two.
Third is house number three. It's easy. It's obvious."
So, I love that sometimes we need to go to the opposite side of the world to realize assumptions we didn't even know we had, and realize that the opposite of them may also be true.
So, for example, there are doctors in China who believe that it's their job to keep you healthy.
So, any month you are healthy you pay them, and when you're sick you don't have to pay them because they failed at their job. They get rich when you're healthy, not sick.
In most music, we think of the "one" as the downbeat, the beginning of the musical phrase: one, two, three, four.
But in West African music, the "one" is thought of as the end of the phrase, like the period at the end of a sentence.
So, you can hear it not just in the phrasing, but the way they count off their music: two, three, four, one.
And this map is also accurate.
There's a saying that whatever true thing you can say about India, the opposite is also true.
So, let's never forget, whether at TED, or anywhere else, that whatever brilliant ideas you have or hear, that the opposite may also be true.
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Not all of them have happy endings.
So how did I get started cartooning?
I doodled a lot as a kid, and if you spend enough time doodling, sooner or later, something happens: all your career options run out.
So you have to make a living cartooning.
Actually, I fell in love with the ocean when I was a little boy, when I was about eight or nine.
And I was particularly fascinated with sharks.
This is some of my early work.
Eventually, my mom took the red crayon away, so it was [unclear].
But I'd like to relay to you a childhood experience of mine that really made me see the ocean differently, and it's become the foundation of my work because, I feel like, if in a day, I can see the ocean differently, then I can evoke that same kind of change in others, especially kids.
Before that day, this is how I saw the ocean.
It's just a big blue surface.
And this is how we've seen the ocean since the beginning of time.
It's a mystery.
There's been a lot of folklore developed around the ocean, mostly negative.
And that prompted people to make maps like this, with all kinds of wonderful detail on the land, but when you get to the waters edge, the ocean looks like one giant puddle of blue paint.
And this is the way I saw the ocean at school -- as if to say, "All geography and science lessons This part's not going to be on the test."
But that day I flew low over the islands -- it was a family trip to the Caribbean, and I flew in a small plane low over the islands.
This is what I saw. I saw hills and valleys.
I saw forests and meadows.
I saw grottoes and secret gardens and places I'd love to hide as a kid, if I could only breathe underwater.
And best of all, I saw the animals.
I saw a manta ray that looked as big as the plane I was flying in.
And I flew over a lagoon with a shark in it, and that was the day that my comic strip about a shark was born.
So from that day on, I was an ordinary kid walking around on dry land, but my head was down there, underwater.
Up until that day, these were the animals that were most common in my life.
These were the ones I'd like to draw -- all variations of four legs and fur.
But when you got to the ocean, my imagination was no competition for nature.
Every time I'd come up with a crazy cartoon character on the drawing board, I'd find a critter in the ocean that was even crazier.
And the differences in scale between this tiny sea dragon and this enormous humpback whale Whenever I talk to kids, I always like to tell them, the biggest animal that ever lived is still alive.
It's not a dinosaur; it's a whale, animals as big as office buildings still swimming around out there in our ocean.
Speaking of dinosaurs, sharks are basically the same fish they were 300 million years ago.
So if you ever fantasize about going back in time and seeing what a dinosaur looked like, that's what a dinosaur looks like.
So you have living dinosaurs animals that evolved in zero gravity in harsh conditions.
It's just incredible; no Hollywood designer could come up with something more interesting than that.
Or this fangtooth. The particles in the water make it look like it's floating in outer space.
Could you image if we looked through the Hubble Telescope and we saw that?
It would start a whole new space race.
But instead, we stick a camera in the deep ocean, and we see a fish, and it doesn't capture our imagination as a society.
We say to ourselves, "Maybe we can make fish sticks with it or something."
So, what I'd like to do now is try a little drawing.
So, I'm going to try to draw this fangtooth here.
I love to draw the deep sea fish, because they are so ugly, but beautiful in their own way.
Maybe we can give him a little bioluminescence here -- give him a headlight, maybe a brake light, turn signals.
But it's easy to see why these animals make such great cartoon characters, their shapes and sizes.
like superheroes in a comic book.
For instance, take these sea turtles.
They kind of have a sixth sense like Superman's x-ray vision.
They can sense the magnetic fields of the earth.
And they can use that sense to navigate hundreds of miles of open ocean.
I kind of give my turtle hands just to make them an easier cartoon character to work with.
Or take this sea cucumber.
It's not an animal we draw cartoons of or draw at all.
He's like an underwater Spiderman.
He shoots out these sticky webs to entangle his enemy.
Of course, sea cucumbers shoot them out their rears, which, in my opinion, makes them much more interesting a superhero.
He can't spin a web anytime; he's got to pull his pants down first.
Or the blowfish.
The blowfish is like the Incredible Hulk.
It can change its body into a big, intimidating fish in a matter of seconds.
I'm going to draw this blowfish uninflated.
And then I'm going to attempt onscreen animation here.
Let's see.
Try and inflate it.
"You talkin' to me?" See, he can inflate himself when he wants to be intimidating.
Or take this swordfish.
Could you imagine being born with a tool for a nose?
Do you think he wakes up in the morning, looks in the mirror and says, "Somebody's getting stabbed today."
Or this lionfish for instance.
Imagine trying to make friends covered with razor-sharp poisonous barbs.
It's not something you want to put on your Facebook page, right?
My characters are -- my lead character's a shark named Sherman.
He's a great white shark.
And I kind of broke the mold with Sherman.
I didn't want to go with this ruthless predator image.
He's kind of just out there making a living.
He's sort of a Homer Simpson with fins.
And then his sidekick is a sea turtle, as I mentioned before, named Filmore.
He uses his wonderful skills at navigation to wander the oceans, looking for a mate.
And he does manage to find them, but great navigation skills, lousy pick-up lines.
He never seems to settle on any particular girl.
I have a hermit crab named Hawthorne, who doesn't get a lot of respect as a hermit crab, he were a great white shark.
And then I'll introduce you to one more character, this guy, Ernest, who is basically a juvenile delinquent in a fish body.
So with characters, you can make stories.
Sometimes making a story is as easy as putting two characters in a room and seeing what happens.
So, imagine a great white shark and a giant squid in the same bathroom.
Or, sometimes I take them to places that people have never heard of because they're underwater.
For instance, I took them skiing in the Mid-Atlantic Range, which is this range of mountains in the middle of the Atlantic.
I've taken them to the Sea of Japan, where they met giant jellyfish.
I've taken them camping in the kelp forests of California.
This next one here, I did a story on the census of marine life.
And that was a lot of fun because, as most of you know, it's a real project we've heard about.
But it was a chance for me to introduce readers to a lot of crazy undersea characters.
So we start off the story with Ernest, who volunteers as a census taker.
He goes down and he meets this famous anglerfish.
Then he meets the yeti crab, the famous vampire squid -- elusive, hard to find -- and the Dumbo octopus, which looks so much like a cartoon in real life that really didn't have to change a thing when I drew it.
I did another story on marine debris.
I was speaking to a lot of my friends in the conservation business, and they -- I asked them, "So what's one issue you would like everyone to know more about?"
And they said -- this one friend of mine said, "I've got one word for you: plastic."
And I told him, "Well, I need something a little sexier than that.
Plastic just is not going to do it."
We sort of worked things out.
He wanted me to use words like polyvinyl chloride, which doesn't really work in voice balloons very well.
I couldn't fit them in.
So what I did was I made an adventure strip.
Basically, this bottle travels a long way.
What I'm trying to tell readers is that plastic doesn't really go away; it just continues to wash downstream.
And a lot of it ends up washing into the ocean, which is a great story if you attach a couple characters to it, especially if they can't stand each other, like these two.
So, I sent them to Boise, Idaho, where they dropped a plastic bottle into the Boise sewer system.
And it ended up in the Boise River and then on to the Columbia River and then to the mouth of the Columbia and to the Pacific Ocean and then on to this place called the Great Pacific Garbage Patch -- which is this giant Pacific gyre in the North Pacific, where a lot of this plastic ends up floating around -- and then back onto the lagoon.
So that was basically a buddy story with a plastic bottle following along.
So a lot of people remember the plastic bottle anyway, but we really talked about marine debris and plastic in the course of that one.
The third storyline I did about a year and a half ago was probably my most difficult.
It was on shark finning, and I felt really strongly about this issue.
And I felt like, since my main character was a shark, the comic strip was a perfect vehicle for telling the public about this.
Now, finning is the act of taking a shark, cutting the valuable fins off and throwing the live animal back in the water.
It's cruel, it's wasteful.
There's nothing funny or entertaining about it, but I really wanted to take this issue on.
I had to kill my main character, who is a shark.
We start with Sherman in a Chinese restaurant, who gets a fortune that he's about to get caught by a trawler, which he does.
And then he dies.
He gets finned, and then he gets thrown overboard.
Ostensibly, he's dead now.
And so I killed a character that's been in the newspaper for 15 years.
So I got a lot of reader feedback on that one.
Meanwhile, the other characters are talking about shark fin soup.
I do three or four strips after that where we explore the finning issue and the shark fin soup issue.
Sherman's up in shark heaven.
This is what I love about comic strips, you know.
You really don't have to worry about the audience suspending its sense of disbelief because, if you start with a talking shark, readers pretty much check their disbelief at the door.
You can kind of do anything.
It becomes a near-death experience for Sherman.
Meanwhile, Ernest finds his fins on the internet.
There was a real website based in China that actually sold shark fins, so I kind of exposed that.
And he clicks the "buy now" button.
And voila, next-day air, they show up, and they surgically reattach them.
that encouraged our National Marine Fishery Service, to force other countries to have a stronger stance with shark management.
Thanks.
I'd like to end with a little metaphor here.
I've been trying to think of a metaphor to represent Mission Blue, and this is what I came up with.
Imagine you're in an enormous room, and it's as dark as a cave.
And you can have anything in that room, anything you want, but you can't see anything.
You've been given one tool, a hammer.
So you wander around in the darkness, and you bump into something, and it feels like it's made of stone.
It's big, it's heavy. You can't carry it away, so you bang it with your hammer, and you break off a piece.
And you take the piece out into the daylight.
And you see you have a beautiful piece of white alabaster.
So you say to yourself, "Well, that's worth something."
So you go back into the room, and you break this thing to pieces, and you haul it away.
And you find other things, and you break that up, and you haul those away.
And you're getting all kinds of cool stuff.
And you hear other people doing the same thing.
So you get this sense of urgency, like you need to find as much stuff as possible as soon as possible.
And then some yells, "Stop!"
And they turn up the lights.
And you realize where you are; you're in the Louvre.
And you've taken all this complexity and beauty, and you've turned it into a cheap commodity.
And that's what we're doing with the ocean.
And part of what Mission Blue is about is yelling, "Stop!"
so that each of us -- explorer, scientist, cartoonist, singer, chef -- can turn up the lights in their own way.
And that's what I hope my comic strip does in a small way.
That's why I like what I do.
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I just needed to defeat the boss now, but checked all of the rooms and large mirrors, just in case.
Sometimes I would find hidden items, but they were mostly healing items that were not very good.
They would still be a welcome relief measure for people who were out of them, but I had stocked up on healing items, so I wouldnât need to use them.
However, it wouldnât hurt to have some extra.
And so I took everything that I found.
âNow, weâre almost there.â
I open the great door at the top floor of the dungeon.
The first thing that entered my vision was the chessboard-like floor.
And there were two stone statues waiting in the back of the room.
One was all black, carried a great sword, wore a crown, and was unleashing a black aura.
The other was all white, carried a great sword, wore a crown, and was unleashing a white aura.
So the most important piece in chess, the king, was the boss...!
But unlike normal chess pieces, the black and white kings were in the shapes of humans, and had arms and legs.
And so they walked on their own legs and swung their swords as they approached.
But stone statue type monsters were always slow on their feet. Perhaps it was their fate.
However, this boss room wasnât very big.
And in spite of that, the enemy were large, and there were two of them.
It would be difficult to run around and keep my distance.
If possible, I wanted to defeat them without moving around.
âLetter Arrow! For two!â
First, I needed information.
Satomi had told me that I should make a habit of using it before a battle.
In my case, I tended to remember the existence of the skill near the end, and so I would frantically record the information right before defeating the monster.
Because I was the type who wanted to eliminate the threat in front of me as soon as possible...
As I thought of such things, the two arrows hit their targets, and their information was displayed in a window.
â Black King Piece
Attribute: Darkness/Rock
Skill: Black Crucifix Sword, Dark Aura
Explanation:
King of the black chess pieces.
A sub-type of Golem that was ordered to protect the castle.
Must be killed at the same time as the White King Piece, or he will continue to resurrect.
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Attribute: Holy/Rock
Skill: White Crucifix Sword, Holy Aura
Explanation:
King of the white chess pieces.
A sub-type of Golem that was ordered to protect the castle.
Must be killed at the same time as the Black King Piece, or he will continue to resurrect.
So they were rock-type Golems.
Needing to kill them both at the same time to prevent them from resurrecting was about what Iâd expect from a Gemini trial.
I suppose the way that I was supposed to do this, was to work with the other âmeâ and kill one enemy each. But if itâs a human and an AI, then the movements wonât match up.
This wasnât like the Mirror Puzzle Area where we were synchronized.
If fought normally, the more agile human player would likely defeat the boss first.
That meant I would have to slow down my attacks so that the AI could catch up.
But that was too troublesome, and I would rather use brute force.
And so I stood next to the other me, and then targeted both of the kings.
I had just one order. And just one charge attack to use...!
âArrow Storm!â
âArrow Storm!â
The charge attack of my new weapon, Blackwind Dark Cloud Bow.
Dark clouds appeared around the bow, and then arrows were unleashed in the area like rain.
At the same time, I unleashed a chain of high speed arrows.
The power of one arrow was very different from Bow Shower.
That used ordinary arrows, but the weight of these were clearly different.
The two kings were pushed by the force of the arrows, and could not move forward.
And numerous arrows pierced into the hard stone bodies.
As more and more arrows hit them, they pushed the other arrows in deeper, and cracks started to appear all over the statues.
And then in the end, the two crumbled at the same time.
âThat was...amazing...!â
While it was a solo dungeon, the boss was defeated so easily...
It really showed the power of my evolved bow.
âCongratulations on clearing the dungeon-nyon! Well, maybe it was too easy for you?â
As the two kings disappeared into light, Charin appeared as if to replace them.
I took out the Castor and Pollux medals from my inventory.
They were just as shiny as before, and I couldnât look at them.
I quickly handed them to Charin, who put them in her pocket.
âSo you got the two medals-nyon! Now, here is your medal-nyon!â
I accepted the Gemini medal.
The constellation was on the front, and two boys were depicted on the back, shoulder to shoulder.
They carried a bow, a harp, and a club.
âAnd here is the reward for getting the two medals! It is the...uh, Fusion Twin Arrow!-nyon!â
She gave me a strange object that looked like a black arrow and a white arrow that had been twisted together into one.
Like a piece of modern art.
Well, as it was an arrow, it would probably help me in some way...
âNow, time to warp out of the dungeon! Good work-nyon!â
My body was enveloped in light.
It was goodbye for the other me.
I couldnât say that I would miss him, as it had been a little uncomfortable.
However, he had been a reliable ally, and it was still a unique experience.
I would say that it was time well spent.
Thank you, âmeâ!
â â â
As I had returned to the field, I would see what this modern art object was capable of.
Could I âUseâ it... I could!
And I could use it on myself.
Itâs been a while since I last figured out an itemâs use so quickly.
And so I quickly selected âUse.â
What kind of power would this strange object give me...
[Arrow Fusion]
Select two skills that are related to arrows and create a skill that fuses them together.
MP depletion is the same if you had used the two skills.
Some skills cannot be fused.
Fuse...the effect!?
I understood what it meant...but it was hard to imagine.
And so I would have to test it in some isolated area.
With Arrow Fusion, you could select the two skills with your mind, but also with your voice.
And so I picked two random skills and then activated them...!
I fused Burning Arrow, which exploded upon impact, and Bound Arrow, which bounded until it hit an enemy, and this created a bounding, exploding arrow.
Wh-what an interesting skill... The possibilities when it came to strategy had increased immensely!
I would have to test this skill more and think of powerful combinations...! | {
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There were figures of a blue-haired man in the glasses, Zadman, and a muscular red-haired man, Leonardo, in the room.
Zadman investigated Seiya under the request from Leonardo and came to report.
When Leonardo heard the report, he stood from his chair with a difficult face.
ãGood work. I never expected that his status in Senabia was so lowã
Leonardo narrowed his eyes and looked outside the window. On the end of his line of sight, there was Seiyaâs team that was preparing for the first match.
Zadman and Leonardo were currently in the VIP seats of the stadium where the final fights will happen.
The VIP seats were arranged in a way that people could overlook the stadium. Therefore, they needed to look down to see Seiya.
ãYou may not believe it, but it is said, that he couldnât even use magic properlyã
ãAnd this boy made the teachers faint upon his arrival hereã
Lack of understanding was expressed on Leonardoâs face.
The same was true for Zadman. He asked Leonardo while looking through the gathered materials.
ãBy the way, why is he treated as a new student and not a transfer one?ã
Leonardo made a troubled face at Zadmanâs question. As Zadman said, when you enroll into an academy in the Leiria Kingdom, the church will issue a corresponding student record.
This record is supposed to be made only once, and when you transfer, the church will transfer the record to a new academy. However, in Seiyaâs case, a new record was created.
ãRegarding that, Raiga dealt with those matters, so I do not know. However, it seems that his previous record vanished at the same time as this one was madeã
ãDoes that mean that he has connections in the church? ã
Zadmanâs face changed once he thought of that.
Staff, accepted by the church, mostly thinks that working for the sake of the kingdom is a matter of course. The selection is harsh but the resulting trust is big.
It is unthinkable for them to work around the system. And Leonardo was of the same opinion. []
ãI donât know. It might be his connections or Raigaâs. I just want you to be vigilantã
Leonardo looked at Seiya once again.
ãWill he show his true colors in this tournament.........ã
Following Leonardo, Zadman looked at Seiya too. []
While being aware of their stares, Seiya ignored them and looked at his opponents.
In front of Seiya, there were three people who he knew well.
Orange-haired Aruna, a guy with a short black hair, Glenn, and a yellow-haired man with the glasses, Connie. Seiyaâs first opponents were his three neighbors from his own class.
ãWow, for us to face Seiya-kunâs team all of a suddenã
Said Aruna with a defeated tone. Although her figure wasnât tense in the slightest and was quite relaxed. Seiya went on guard against such Aruna.
ãIâm surprised too. Never expected to bump into you in the first matchã
ãTotally unexpected. Amazing, right? ã
Glenn answered on Seiyaâs statement while laughing.
Just as Aruna, he wasnât nervous and was completely relaxed. However, there was a big ax in his hand, he was absolutely prepared for the battle.
As for Connie, he stood behind the two. Opposite of the two, he looked rather nervous.
Connie was wearing a robe and was hiding something inside of it, but Seiya had no idea of what it was. Seiya looked at him with vigilant eyes.
ãThe match is about to start. Participants are to go to the starting positionsã
Following an announcement, Seiyaâs team entered the stadium, the same applied to Arunaâs team.
ãAre you ready? The plan stays the sameã
ãUn.....ã
ãI understand! ã
Together with the announcement, Seiya and Yua dashed ahead. They aimed for a preemptive strike against Aruna and Glenn.
ãHollinsã
ãYurielã
Seiya summoned the Hollins and Yua created the Yuriel, then, they launched an assault. As soon as they rushed out, they used light mana to accelerate.
They moved at a speed beyond the reaction of a normal human. Even if the opponents could react, they wonât have any time to chant and use magic, thus, they will be forced to block with their own power.
This is a strategy that Seiyaâs group came up with.
Unlike the qualifying blocks, the final blockâs matches werenât in a vast forest but in a big stadium. As such, the concepts of hiding and searching didnât exist here. The outcome is often decided through the direct clash.
With this, it is easier for Seiyaâs team to fight in the individual battles instead of the group ones. Although, if there is no one in the other team who can react to their assault, it will immediately become three on one.
ãGot youã
Seiya aimed for Aruna with the Hollins and Yua aimed for Glenn with the Yuriel.
Aruna and Glenn were able to react but werenât able to prevent it. The outcome was supposed to be decided at this moment.
ããSound Shieldãã
A shockwave ran through the hands of Seiya and Yua. The Hollins and the Yuriel didnât reach Aruna and Glenn, they were blocked in the air by something.
Seiya and Yua tried to follow-up with an additional attack, but they suddenly felt their heads spinning and their balance broke.
At the same time, Aruna with a katana and Glenn with an ax came attacking them. The two immediately distanced themselves.
ãWas this the sound? But they shouldnât be able to chantã
ãSeiya, this is.....ã
Yua pointed with her finger at Connie. His robe had disappeared and there was an opened book, which looked like a dictionary, in his hand.
Seiya started sweating once he saw that book.
ãIs that book a support tool?ã
Support tool, full name: magic activation support tool. As its name suggests, it helps the user activate spells. This book, this support tool, could be used as a substitute for a chant.
It is made using magic stones, which can store the chant inside of them. The number of chants that the support tool is able to store depends on the quantity of the magic stones.
You can easily store the elementary spells using a small number of magic stones, but when it comes to the advanced ones, the magic stone requirements are drastically increased.
Besides that, its usage is difficult. It is still a hurdle to chantlessly activate a spell stored inside. Thatâs why it is not very popular.
ãIt seems so....but this book.....ã
ãYeah, it can easily store about three intermediate spellsã
ãUn.....ã
ãCanât help it. Lily, I will leave Connie to youã
ãAll right! ã
Seiya left Connie for Lily, who was in the back, to deal with. Participating in a fight for the first time, she was incredibly motivated.
ãWater tiger!ã
Lily created some water that transformed into the three tigers. Together with the tigers, she attacked Connie.
To protect Connie, Aruna tried to intercept one of the tigers, but Seiya launched an attack of his own and disrupted her. Yua, on the other hand, pinned down Glenn.
In such circumstances, Connie opens the next page and activates a spell.
ããSound Bulletãã
Compressed air flew out of the magic circle like from a cannon, straight towards one of the tigers. Lily deflected it with a water laser of her own and successfully protected her tiger.
Deflected by the water laser, this bullet flew toward the audience. However, the barrier around the stadium didnât allow that.
Thatâs why the guests and the audience were able to safely watch the matches.
ãSuch a powerful spell without any chant......ã
ãShe is a trainee, right!?ã
ãBut she is quite strongã
The attention was gathered around Lily, who was opposing Connie and his magic book. Usually, it was weird to see a trainee in the final block, even more, she was actually on the offensive.
ãWater cannon!ã
From behind, Lily shot two large water cannons. Connie turned a page and activated a defensive spell.
Connie tried to deal with the water cannon using the sound barrier, but the barrier started cracking without being able to stop it.
Once he noticed, although startled, he immediately played his next card.
With this, the five-layeredãSound Shieldãwas completed. The water cannon broke through the four of them and dispersed upon hitting the fifth.
Together with the disappearance of the water cannon, the last shield crumbled.
However, Lilyâs attack didnât end with just this.
The tiger, that was summoned in the beginning, came pouncing at the defenseless Connie. Connie thought of erecting another sound barrier but didnât think that he had enough time. He decided on using a different spell.
ããResonance Tremorãã
In the next moment, Lilyâs water tigers burst and became puddles of the ground.
The audience was silent and couldnât figure out what happened.
Lily had no idea too, but she immediately produced the next attack. She put both of her hands on the ground and activated the magic.
ãRaging wave!ã
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It's on the input side. It's concern with how we get information and how we gather the news.
And that's changed, because we've had a huge shift in the balance of power from the news organizations to the audience.
where they didn't have any way of affecting news or making any change. They couldn't really connect.
And that's changed irrevocably.
My first connection with the news media was in 1984, the BBC had a one-day strike.
I wasn't happy. I was angry. I couldn't see my cartoons.
So I wrote a letter.
And it's a very effective way of ending your hate mail: "Love Markham, Aged 4." Still works.
I'm not sure if I had any impact on the one-day strike, but what I do know is that it took them three weeks to get back to me.
And that was the round journey. It took that long for anyone to have any impact and get some feedback.
And that's changed now because, as journalists, we interact in real time. We're not in a position where the audience is reacting to news.
We're reacting to the audience, and we're actually relying on them.
They're helping us find the news. They're helping us figure out what is the best angle to take and what is the stuff that they want to hear.
So it's a real-time thing. It's much quicker. It's happening on a constant basis, and the journalist is always playing catch up.
To give an example of how we rely on the audience, on the 5th of September in Costa Rica, an earthquake hit.
It was a 7.6 magnitude. It was fairly big.
And 60 seconds is the amount of time it took for it to travel 250 kilometers to Managua.
So the ground shook in Managua 60 seconds after it hit the epicenter.
Thirty seconds later, the first message went onto Twitter, and this was someone saying "temblor," which means earthquake.
So 60 seconds was how long it took for the physical earthquake to travel.
Thirty seconds later news of that earthquake had traveled all around the world, instantly. Everyone in the world, hypothetically, had the potential to know that an earthquake was happening in Managua.
And that happened because this one person had a documentary instinct, which was to post a status update, which is what we all do now, so if something happens, we put our status update, or we post a photo, we post a video, and it all goes up into the cloud in a constant stream.
huge volumes of data going up.
It's actually staggering. When you look at the numbers, every minute there are 72 more hours of video on YouTube.
So that's, every second, more than an hour of video gets uploaded.
And in photos, Instagram, 58 photos are uploaded to Instagram a second.
More than three and a half thousand photos go up onto Facebook.
So by the time I'm finished talking here, there'll be 864 more hours of video on Youtube than there were when I started, and two and a half million more photos on Facebook and Instagram than when I started.
So it's an interesting position to be in as a journalist, Any event that happens anywhere in the world, I should be able to know about it pretty much instantaneously, as it happens, for free.
And that goes for every single person in this room.
The only problem is, when you have that much information, you have to find the good stuff, and that can be incredibly difficult when you're dealing with those volumes.
And nowhere was this brought home more than during Hurricane Sandy. So what you had in Hurricane Sandy was a superstorm, the likes of which we hadn't seen for a long time, hitting the iPhone capital of the universe -- -- and you got volumes of media like we'd never seen before.
And that meant that journalists had to deal with fakes, so we had to deal with old photos that were being reposted.
We had to deal with composite images that were merging photos from previous storms.
We had to deal with images from films like "The Day After Tomorrow." And we had to deal with images that were so realistic it was nearly difficult to tell if they were real at all.
But joking aside, there were images like this one from Instagram which was subjected to a grilling by journalists.
They weren't really sure. It was filtered in Instagram.
The lighting was questioned. Everything was questioned about it.
And it turned out to be true. It was from Avenue C in downtown Manhattan, which was flooded.
And the reason that they could tell that it was real was because they could get to the source, and in this case, these guys were New York food bloggers.
They were well respected. They were known.
So this one wasn't a debunk, it was actually something that they could prove.
And that was the job of the journalist. It was filtering all this stuff.
And you were, instead of going and finding the information and bringing it back to the reader, you were holding back the stuff that was potentially damaging.
And finding the source becomes more and more important -- finding the good source -- and Twitter is where most journalists now go.
It's like the de facto real-time newswire, if you know how to use it, because there is so much on Twitter.
And a good example of how useful it can be but also how difficult was the Egyptian revolution in 2011.
As a non-Arabic speaker, as someone who was looking from the outside, from Dublin, Twitter lists, and lists of good sources, people we could establish were credible, were really important.
And how do you build a list like that from scratch?
Well, it can be quite difficult, but you have to know what to look for.
This visualization was done by an Italian academic.
took the Twitter conversation in Tahrir Square on the day that Hosni Mubarak would eventually resign, and the dots you can see are retweets, so when someone retweets a message, a connection is made between two dots, and the more times that message is retweeted by other people, the more you get to see these nodes, these connections being made.
And it's an amazing way of visualizing the conversation, but what you get is hints at who is more interesting and who is worth investigating.
And as the conversation grew and grew, it became more and more lively, and eventually you were left with this huge, big, rhythmic pointer of this conversation.
You could find the nodes, though, and then you went, and you go, "Right, I've got to investigate these people.
These are the ones that are obviously making sense.
Let's see who they are."
Now in the deluge of information, this is where the real-time web gets really interesting for a journalist like myself, because we have more tools than ever to do that kind of investigation.
And when you start digging into the sources, you can go further and further than you ever could before.
is so compelling, you want to use it, you're dying to use it, but you're not 100 percent sure if you can because you don't know if the source is credible.
You don't know if it's a scrape. You don't know if it's a re-upload.
And you have to do that investigative work.
And this video, which I'm going to let run through, was one we discovered a couple of weeks ago.
Video: Getting real windy in just a second.
Oh, shit!
Markham Nolan: Okay, so now if you're a news producer, this is something you'd love to run with, because obviously, this is gold.
You know? This is a fantastic reaction from someone, very genuine video that they've shot in their back garden.
But how do you find if this person, if it's true, if it's faked, or if it's something that's old and that's been reposted?
So we set about going to work on this video, and the only thing that we had to go on was the username on the YouTube account.
There was only one video posted to that account, and the username was Rita Krill.
And we didn't know if Rita existed or if it was a fake name.
But we started looking, and we used free Internet tools to do so.
The first one was called Spokeo, which allowed us to look for Rita Krills.
So we looked all over the U.S. We found them in New York, we found them in Pennsylvania, Nevada and Florida.
called Wolfram Alpha, and we checked the weather reports for the day in which this video had been uploaded, and when we went through all those various cities, we found that in Florida, there were thunderstorms and rain on the day.
So we went to the white pages, and we found, we looked through the Rita Krills in the phonebook, and we looked through a couple of different addresses, and that took us to Google Maps, where we found a house.
And we found a house with a swimming pool that looked remarkably like Rita's. So we went back to the video, and we had to look for clues that we could cross-reference.
So if you look in the video, there's the big umbrella, there's a white lilo in the pool, there are some unusually rounded edges in the swimming pool, and there's two trees in the background.
And we went back to Google Maps, and we looked a little bit closer, and sure enough, there's the white lilo, there are the two trees, there's the umbrella. It's actually folded in this photo.
Little bit of trickery. And there are the rounded edges on the swimming pool.
So we were able to call Rita, clear the video, make sure that it had been shot, and then our clients were delighted because they were able to run it without being worried.
Sometimes the search for truth, though, is a little bit less flippant, and it has much greater consequences.
Syria has been really interesting for us, because obviously potentially war crime evidence, so this is where YouTube actually becomes the most important repository of information about what's going on in the world.
So this video, I'm not going to show you the whole thing, because it's quite gruesome, but you'll hear some of the sounds.
This is from Hama.
Video: And what this video shows, when you watch the whole thing through, is bloody bodies being taken out of a pickup truck and thrown off a bridge.
The allegations were that these guys were Muslim Brotherhood and they were throwing Syrian Army officers' bodies off the bridge, and they were cursing and using blasphemous language, and there were lots of counterclaims about who they were, and whether or not they were what the video said it was.
So we talked to some sources in Hama who we had been back and forth with on Twitter, and we asked them about this, and the bridge was interesting to us because it was something we could identify.
Three different sources said three different things about the bridge.
They said, one, the bridge doesn't exist.
Another one said the bridge does exist, but it's not in Hama. It's somewhere else.
And the third one said, "I think the bridge does exist, but the dam upstream of the bridge was closed, so the river should actually have been dry, so this doesn't make sense."
So that was the only one that gave us a clue.
We looked through the video for other clues.
We saw the distinctive railings, which we could use.
We looked at the curbs. The curbs were throwing shadows south, so we could tell the bridge was running east-west across the river.
It had black-and-white curbs.
As we looked at the river itself, you could see there's a concrete stone on the west side. There's a cloud of blood.
That's blood in the river. So the river is flowing south to north. That's what that tells me.
And also, as you look away from the bridge, there's a divot on the left-hand side of the bank, and the river narrows.
So onto Google Maps we go, and we start looking through literally every single bridge.
We go to the dam that we talked about, we start just literally going through every time that road crosses the river, crossing off the bridges that don't match.
We're looking for one that crosses east-west.
And we get to Hama. We get all the way from the dam to Hama and there's no bridge.
So we go a bit further. We switch to the satellite view, and we find another bridge, and everything starts to line up.
The bridge looks like it's crossing the river east to west.
So this could be our bridge. And we zoom right in.
We start to see that it's got a median, so it's a two-lane bridge.
And it's got the black-and-white curbs that we saw in the video, and as we click through it, you can see someone's uploaded photos to go with the map, which is very handy, so we click into the photos. And the photos start showing us more detail that we can cross-reference with the video.
The first thing that we see is we see black-and-white curbing, which is handy because we've seen that before.
We see the distinctive railing that we saw the guys throwing the bodies over.
And we keep going through it until we're certain that this is our bridge.
So what does that tell me? I've got to go back now to my three sources and look at what they told me: the one who said the bridge didn't exist, the one who said the bridge wasn't in Hama, and the one guy who said, "Yes, the bridge does exist, but I'm not sure about the water levels."
Number three is looking like the most truthful all of a sudden, and we've been able to find that out using some free Internet tools sitting in a cubicle in an office in Dublin in the space of 20 minutes.
And that's part of the joy of this. Although the web is running like a torrent, there's so much information there that it's incredibly hard to sift and getting harder every day, if you use them intelligently, you can find out incredible information.
Given a couple of clues, I could probably find out a lot of things about most of you in the audience that you might not like me finding out.
But what it tells me is that, at a time when there's more -- there's a greater abundance of information than there ever has been, it's harder to filter, we have greater tools.
We have free Internet tools that allow us, help us do this kind of investigation.
We have algorithms that are smarter than ever before, and computers that are quicker than ever before.
But here's the thing. Algorithms are rules. They're binary.
They're yes or no, they're black or white.
Truth is never binary. Truth is a value.
Truth is emotional, it's fluid, and above all, it's human.
No matter how quick we get with computers, no matter how much information we have, you'll never be able to remove the human from the truth-seeking exercise, because in the end, it is a uniquely human trait.
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ããããšã (ææ) | I'm essentially using a kombucha recipe, which is a symbiotic mix of bacteria, yeasts and other micro-organisms, which spin cellulose in a fermentation process.
Over time, these tiny threads form in the liquid into layers and produce a mat on the surface.
So we start by brewing the tea.
I brew up to about 30 liters of tea at a time, and then while it's still hot, add a couple of kilos of sugar.
We stir this in until it's completely dissolved We need to check that the temperature has cooled to below 30 degrees C.
And then we're ready to add the living organism.
And along with that, some acetic acid.
And once you get this process going, you can actually recycle your previous fermented liquid.
We need to maintain an optimum temperature for the growth.
And I use a heat mat to sit the bath on and a thermostat to regulate it.
And actually, in hot weather, I can just grow it outside.
So this is my mini fabric farm.
After about three days, the bubbles will appear on the surface of the liquid.
So this is telling us that the fermentation is in full swing.
And the bacteria are feeding on the sugar nutrients in the liquid.
So they're spinning these tiny nano fibers of pure cellulose.
And they're sticking together, forming layers and giving us a sheet on the surface.
After about two to three weeks, we're looking at something which is about an inch in thickness.
So the bath on the left is after five days, and on the right, after 10.
And this is a static culture.
You don't have to do anything to it; you just literally watch it grow.
It doesn't need light.
And when it's ready to harvest, you take it out of the bath and you wash it in cold, soapy water.
At this point, it's really heavy.
It's over 90 percent water, so we need to let that evaporate.
So I spread it out onto a wooden sheet.
Again, you can do that outside and just let it dry in the air.
And as it's drying, it's compressing, so what you're left with, depending on the recipe, like a really light-weight, transparent paper, or something which is much more like a flexible vegetable leather.
And then you can either cut that out and sew it conventionally, or you can use the wet material to form it around a three-dimensional shape.
And as it evaporates, it will knit itself together, forming seams.
So the color in this jacket is coming purely from green tea.
I guess it also looks a little bit like human skin, which intrigues me.
Since it's organic, I'm really keen to try and minimize the addition of any chemicals.
I can make it change color without using dye by a process of iron oxidation.
Using fruit and vegetable staining, create organic patterning.
And using indigo, make it anti-microbial.
And in fact, cotton would take up to 18 dips in indigo to achieve a color this dark.
And because of the super-absorbency of this kind of cellulose, it just takes one, and a really short one at that.
What I can't yet do is make it water-resistant.
So if I was to walk outside in the rain wearing this dress today, I would immediately start to absorb huge amounts of water.
The dress would get really heavy, and eventually the seams would probably fall apart -- leaving me feeling rather naked.
Possibly a good performance piece, but definitely not ideal for everyday wear.
What I'm looking for is a way to give the material the qualities that I need.
So what I want to do is say to a future bug, "Spin me a thread.
Align it in this direction.
Make it hydrophobic.
And while you're at it, just form it around this 3D shape."
Bacterial cellulose is actually already being used for wound healing, and possibly in the future for biocompatible blood vessels, possibly even replacement bone tissue.
But with synthetic biology, we can actually imagine engineering this bacterium to produce something that gives us the quality, quantity and shape of material that we desire.
Obviously, as a designer, that's really exciting because then I start to think, wow, we could actually imagine growing consumable products.
What excites me about using microbes is their efficiency.
So we only grow what we need.
There's no waste.
And in fact, we could make it from a waste stream -- so for example, a waste sugar stream from a food processing plant.
Finally, at the end of use, we could biodegrade it naturally along with your vegetable peelings.
What I'm not suggesting is that microbial cellulose is going to be a replacement for cotton, leather or other textile materials.
But I do think it could be quite a smart and sustainable addition to our increasingly precious natural resources.
Ultimately, maybe it won't even be fashion where we see these microbes have their impact.
growing a lamp, a chair, a car or maybe even a house.
So I guess what my question to you is: in the future, what would you choose to grow?
Thank you very much.
Bruno Giussani: Suzanne, just a curiosity, what you're wearing is not random. This is one of the jackets you grew?
SL: Yes, it is.
It's probably -- part of the project's still in process because this one is actually biodegrading in front of your eyes.
It's absorbing my sweat, and it's feeding on it.
BG: Okay, so we'll let you go and save it, and rescue it.
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ãHm, tell me your reasons.ã
When Mira said that, the boy finally raised his head. His expression mixed in both anxiety and expectation, but he nodded strongly with anticipation.
ãAt the deepest part of the Ancient Temple, I heard that there is a mirror that allows you to speak with the dead. Please take me there!ã
ãA mirror that allows you to speak with the dead...huh. Was there such a thing?ã
In the game, Mira didnât run through the Ancient Temple so often. During those times, the Nine Wisemen would usually lay waste to the dungeon in the name of âadventureâ or only visited it for certain quests.
ãLooks like heâs talking about the Dark Aidâs Mirror. I heard about it too, I remember my friend gleefully told me about meeting his mother that died long ago.ã
ãDark Aidâs Mirror?ã
As she searched through her memory, Mira recalled a quest. It was about a viral disease that was prevalent in the past beginning to surface again, and this high-level quest required them to find a cure.
To finish this quest, the player had to travel around the continent to find the long-lost medicinal records. However, because nobody knew their exact location, the quest required them to call upon a king from the past and ask him for the location.
In order to do that, there was a need to visit the Ancient Temple of Nevrapolis, and the Dark Aidâs Mirror was introduced there.
While taking a trip down the memory lane, Mira recalled that large antique mirror. It was just an object for the event, but since the game had become a reality, it was an object that could actually be used now. Mira updated her knowledge in regards to the Dark Aidâs Mirror.
ãMy father and mother were adventurers. But five years ago they got a mission and still havenât returned. I waited for them at my grandfatherâs home. But last week, people from the guild said that my missing father and mother are dead.ã
Mira silently listened to the story told by the boy, who had tears and snots covering half of his face. After he finished with his words, Mira proceeded to gently wipe his tears. Though there was a single point that did not make sense in his story, so Mira threw a glance at Emera to seek an explanation.
ãWell, you see, according to unionâs regulations, when somebody breaks contact and goes missing during a mission, they are treated as dead after five years.ã While waiting for the agitated boy to calm down, Emera supplemented.
ãAnd thatâs why they suddenly dropped this bomb on the lad that his parents died?ã Mira did not know how to comfort him and simply looked at the crying boy.
ãYou got the pass to the Ancient Temple, right? Please take me with you. Please.ã
The boy shut his eyes for a while before opening them widely to show his determination and bowed his head.
Without thinking much, Mira placed her palm on his head and gently patted it.
ãYea, alright. If youâre that desperate to go there, I will bring you with me.ã
Mira nodded while beaming with a wide smile. She genuinely wanted him to meet his parents after he was suddenly told that they were dead.
ãThanks, big sis! My name is Takuto.ã
ãYea, Iâm Mira. Leave it to me.ã
The boyâs smile shone as he clung to Mira who embraced him. However, there was someone else here who was really against it.
ãNo no no. Noooo way! Itâs a Rank C dungeon, you know!? How are you going to possibly bring an inexperienced boy inside?ã
Tearing the boy away from Mira, Emera was shaking her head. Only high-ranked adventurers were allowed to enter Rank C dungeons. There was no way they could bring an unknowledgeable child there. Previously, the boy was kicked out of the Warriorâs Union because he was constantly begging the Rank C Emera to go with him into the Ancient Temple, but she firmly refused him every time.
Of course, her decision was not wrong. The task had the difficulty of a Rank C dungeon. It was not a place to bring along people who were unable to defend themselves.
ãWhy not? As long as he doesnât fight, he should be fine.ã
Mira carelessly declared that as she imagined the path until the fifth floor. She decided that a single child wouldnât pose a problem there.
ãItâs not so sim-.... I have no idea how strong your group is, but the Ancient Temple is out of the question. Itâs way too dangerous.ã
Emera gave a warning with a stern face. However, an outrageous revelation awaited her.
Silence descended upon them. Emera completely froze, unable to comprehend the meaning of those words. Her mouth was twitching as if she was going to say something but then, she burst into anger at Miraâs absurdly reckless and stupid remarks.
ãNonononono, thereâs just no way! Thatâs not a place you can go alone! It looks like you just registered in the guild today, but how can you be so reckless! Even if you avoid battles as long as possible, a Rank C dungeon is not a place you can go with just two members, with only one of them combat-capable!ã
Emera raised her voice and frankly scolded Mira. The bypassers looked at the source of the voice, and upon recognizing the famous high-class adventurer Emera, they opened their eyes wide. She had the image of a bright and gentle big sister and they had never seen her so angry before.
While bearing the full brunt of her anger, Mira was in anguish due to the loud voice right next to her. On the other hand, faced with the violent objection, the boy started crying again.
Seeing that the boy had resumed crying, Mira scowled a little and glared at Emera.
With that refutation, Mira grabbed the boyâs hand, embraced him and started to walk away. Being told that, Emera couldnât raise any more objection since it was true that it would be difficult for her to reach the fifth floor of the Ancient Temple while protecting the boy. Having said that, however, Emera still couldnât believe it even if the girl in front of her said she could do it.
Even after she warned them that much, Mira made such a declaration so casually. Emera could get it off her head about the fact that Mira had just registered in the guild and yet was granted Rank C on the fly.
A magician couldnât be judged by their appearances, that was the common sense of this world. However, Emera couldnât tell how strong the girl before her was. She couldnât dismiss the possibility that Mira was merely a fool overestimating her own strength. It was impossible to tell, and it seemed like Mira wasnât going to entertain her either.
Emera rushed out to Mira and grasped her shoulder.
ãWait.ã
ãWhat? Do you have anything left to say?ã
ãIâm going with you!ã
As an adventurer herself, Emera couldnât help but wonder just how much strength did Mira possess for her to be this unfazed by the ancient temple. And if it was just overconfidence on her part, she couldnât just leave her be.
Thatâs why Emera decided to go together with them. In the worst case scenario, she was ready to let them escape using all her medicine and tools.
After Emera decided to go with them, they went to a cafe to discuss the details. The cafe was called ãCafe de Chocolatã. This store was famous for its cocoa and chocolate cakes.
ãMira, youâre a magician right? Which class are you?ã
First of all, Emera started by probing into Miraâs strength. They were going to the Ancient Temple Nevrapolis, which was filled with so many undead monsters that it was commonly known as the âunderground cemeteryâ. Considering the perks of that place, if Mira was a high-class Holy Mage or an Exorcist, her compatibility would be great and it would be justified if she was confident.
ãIâm a summoner.ã
Mira answered promptly before stuffing her cheeks with the cafeâs special, Chocolatic Overlord, that she was treated to by Emera. The chocolate sponge cakes were interposed with chocolate mousse that had raw chocolate inside, and on top of the chocolate cream there was some bitter chocolate sauce. While not too sweet, it still hid the potential to make any sweet-tooth moan; it was not bad for a special dish. The size was close to a whole cake, so she ate it together with Takuto who was sitting next to her. From time to time Mira used the napkins that the table was equipped with to wipe the cream off Takutoâs cheek.
While watching the two act like friendly siblings, Emeraâs expression froze over.
Speaking of Summoners, they already were considered an endangered species. Due to the high difficulty threshold, Emera heard there were not many new Summoners.
That was why Emera hadnât had a chance to form a party with any summoner since she became an adventurer until now. The only summoners she knew were the elites serving at the Silver Towers, and they werenât a good point for comparison.
ãUmm, I donât know too well, so...are Summoners...strong?ã
She was trying to get a grasp of Miraâs strength but ended up knowing even less, so she made the simplest question there is. And these words had triggered Miraâs pride and devotion to Summoning.
At the same time, Mira recalled the words said by Creos, substitute elder of the Tower of Summoning. He said that Summoning was on the decline. And according to how Emera put it, even she, a high-class Rank C Adventurer had yet to see a Summoner in combat. Understanding just how much Summoning had declined, Mira looked up above her and prayed toward the heavens.
However, she did not lose her spirit. She planned on reviving the dignity of Summoning with her own hands.
ãYouâll see once the time comes.ã
Mira chuckled meaningfully. Contrary to that however, Emera only became more uneasy as she muttered to herself, âonce the time comes and you lose, itâll be too late.â
After the two finished talking for the time being, they left the Cafe de Chocolat.
ãNow then, letâs go. You know the way right? I shall let you lead the way.ã
Squinting her eyes in the bright daylight, Mira looked up at Emera. The location of the Ancient Temple was listed on the back side of the pass, but it was faster to ask somebody who knew the way. With that thought, Mira gazed at Emera like she was asking the most natural thing.
However, Emeraâs expression froze over again. Then she held her head for the nth time in anguish. Takuto was also equally surprised at Miraâs statement.
ãWait, waait! Weâre going to a C-rank dungeon, right? Thereâs no way we can go there without any preparations. At the very least letâs spend today preparing!ã
Emera told her the obvious thing. It was only natural to make sure one was fully-prepared before entering a dungeon. And preparations for a high-level dungeon could easily take up to a week. Thatâs why neither Emera nor Takuto ever considered that they would be going today.
ãIt canât be helped then. Let us depart tomorrow in such case.ã
Mira was going to finish the task today, so it was troublesome, but if Emera could be convinced with that, she agreed to put off the departing until tomorrow.
From there on, Emera started to show her real skill as a high-class adventurer. They went around various stores to buy the required medicine and tools. Just in case, she bought high-class medicine.
Compared to that, Mira was completely in sightseeing mode. The only item that she bought was an insect repellent.
Takuto learned how to use tools and medicine from Emera. This too, was just in case something happened.
ãMira, are you really going to be fine?ã
ãIâm fine. I was going to go there from the start so all the necessary things are already here.ã
With those words, Mira rolled up her left sleeve. There on her arm was the operator terminal, which was called the operator bracelet here.
ãI hope thatâs the case...ã
Not persuaded yet, Emera anxiously bought more medicine and tools just in case.
Mira only accompanied her due to her mood. She made an excuse that she had bought everything, but in fact Miraâs item box was already full of various medicine and tools, so in a way it wasnât wrong.
Once they had all consumables prepared, led by Emera they went to buy food items this time.
In the corner of the main street, there were various shops selling food lined up and from among those, Emera headed straight for one.
ãOhh, Eme? Welcome. Going off somewhere again?ã
The place she headed to was a store that she had frequented. It was a store that dealt with food for adventurers run by a well-built granny. Lined up inside there were various processed foods as well as seasonings.
The granny welcomed Emera with a wide smile as she put the goods on the display, making Emera burst into a smile as well.
ãYes, to the Ancient Temple tomorrow.ã
ãHohoh. Going after big fish this time? Considering your guild, I shouldnât worry much but take care about yourself.ã
ãThank you.ã
Not wanting to worry her, Emera did not say anything about bringing Mira and Takuto. However, the granny looked with curiosity at the two that came together with Emera, alternating between their faces.
ãAre they your children?ã
ãOf course not!ã
While the old woman made a mischievous smile, Emera denied with her face beet red. While the two acted like in some home drama TV show, on the side Mira curiously looked at the lined up goods.
In the meanwhile, Emera bought processed meat, freeze-dried vegetables, and fruits in cans.
The next place they headed for was an armament store. Inside the store there were metallic armors and several customers took them in their hands to check the state they were in.
ãBy the way, Mira, it seems you donât carry any weapon; what weapon do summoners use?ã
Emera saw that Mira had an Operatorâs Bracelet so she thought the weapon might be inside the item box. However, a weapon was something carried within handâs reach just in case. Naturally, Emera too, had a sword by her waist at all times.
ãI donât have any. Summoning itself is a weapon, after all.ã
ãHeeh, is that so.ã
While what Mira said was not wrong, it wasnât as though all Summoners were like that. There were many who held a staff to improve their maximum mana and speed of recovery. It was one thing that Miraâs skill as summoner was beyond ordinary, but she also had Sage as a secondary class. Sage was specialized in bare-handed combat so holding a staff would make her unable to make full use of the second class, as such she did not hold any weapon.
However, Emera didnât know anything about such circumstances or Summoners themselves, so she was convinced by what Mira said.
The main reason for her coming to the armaments store was for inspecting Emeraâs equipment and to prepare armor for Takuto. It was a C-rank dungeon. Even if he wasnât going to fight, it was bad to leave him with a casual outfit.
By the way, the entire sum was paid by Emera. It was one thing that she wanted to show her dependability as someone older, but at the same time she earned enough that an armor for a child was an insignificant expense for her.
ãPhew, I guess this is it. Normally it takes longer to prepare, though.ã
Finally done with the shopping, Emera sat down on a stone fence that surrounded a square with a large monument. The sun had already set and street lights illuminated shone on people as they returned home after work.
ãAbout the plans for tomorrow, are you fine with gathering at AM in front of the union?ã
ãYes! Please take care of me!ã
While responding to her, Mira sat down next to Emera, Takuto stood in front of the two and bowed deeply.
Emera still couldnât shake off her remaining anxiety, but she intended to do something about that from here on.
ãWell then, itâs already late so letâs call it today. Mira, Takuto, where are you staying?ã
ãI live in grandpaâs house in the backstreet behind the union.ã
ãI am...what was the name again...ã
After Emera mentioned that, Mira recalled that she hadnât heard the name of her hotel-like inn. However, she did remember what Garret said to her in case she was lost.
ãIf I remember correctly, itâs the best inn in the city or something like that.ã
Touching the chin with her finger Mira answered vaguely.
Hearing that, Emera made an expression not that of surprise, but a completely astonished one as she put a hand on her cheek. Takuto looked at the two in alternation and tilted his head wondering what happened.
As she sighed, Emera pointed with her gaze toward a large building brightly lit by the street light. The brightly-lit building was the inn âSummer Lanternâ which looked different from how it looked during the day, being very showy now.
ãOhh, that place. To think it was this close, mm.ã
Chasing after Emeraâs gaze, Mira recognized the building whose atmosphere changed despite being still the same familiarly-built inn.
ãFine...I wonât be surprised anymore. Yes, nothing will surprise me.ã
Letting her gaze wander, Emera slowly stood up and took Takutoâs hand.
ãWell then, Iâll take Takuto home. Mira, you go back straight to the inn, understand?ã
Warning Mira, Emera moved her head next to Miraâs and looked straight into her eyes.
ãYe... yea. Iâve gotten hungry after all, Iâll go back right away.ã
While saying so Mira stood up and then leaned back to move away from Emera. She was unable to completely hide her perturbation from suddenly being approached so close by a beauty.
ãI see, thatâs great. Well then, see you tomorrow.ã
ãYeah, see you tomorrow. You too, Takuto, see you tomorrow. Make sure to sleep well today.ã
ãYup, thanks, big sis. See you tomorrow. Iâm counting on you.ã
ãMm-hm.ã
After exchanging farewells, Mira nodded in response to Takutoâs smile, then turned around to start walking towards the inn. Emera did not move right away, she waited to confirm that Mira entered the âSummer Lanternâ before taking Takuto and heading in the direction of the union. | {
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Secondly, a political theorist who's going to talk about the crisis of democracy is probably not the most exciting topic you can think about.
And plus, I'm not going to give you any answers.
I'm much more trying to add to some of the questions we're talking about.
And one of the things that I want to question is this very popular hope these days that transparency and openness can restore the trust in democratic institutions.
There is one more reason for you to be suspicious about me.
You people, the Church of TED, are a very optimistic community.
Basically you believe in complexity, but not in ambiguity.
As you have been told, I'm Bulgarian.
And according to the surveys, we are marked the most pessimistic people in the world.
The Economist magazine recently wrote an article covering one of the recent studies on happiness, and the title was "The Happy, the Unhappy and the Bulgarians."
So now when you know what to expect, let's give you the story.
And this is a rainy election day in a small country -- that can be my country, but could be also your country.
And because of the rain until four o'clock in the afternoon, nobody went to the polling stations.
But then the rain stopped, people went to vote.
And when the votes had been counted, three-fourths of the people have voted with a blank ballot.
The government and the opposition, they have been simply paralyzed.
Because you know what to do about the protests.
You know who to arrest, who to negotiate with.
But what to do about people who are voting with a blank ballot?
So the government decided to have the elections once again.
And this time even a greater number, 83 percent of the people, voted with blank ballots.
Basically they went to the ballot boxes to tell that they have nobody to vote for.
This is the opening of a beautiful novel by Jose Saramago called "Seeing."
But in my view it very well captures part of the problem that we have with democracy in Europe these days.
On one level nobody's questioning that democracy is the best form of government.
Democracy is the only game in town.
The problem is that many people start to believe that it is not a game worth playing.
For the last 30 years, political scientists have observed that there is a constant decline in electoral turnout, and the people who are least interested to vote are the people whom you expect are going to gain most out of voting.
I mean the unemployed, the under-privileged.
And this is a major issue.
Because especially now with the economic crisis, you can see that the trust in politics, that the trust in democratic institutions, was really destroyed.
According to the latest survey being done by the European Commission, 89 percent of the citizens of Europe believe that there is a growing gap between the opinion of the policy-makers and the opinion of the public.
Only 18 percent of Italians and 15 percent of Greeks believe that their vote matters.
Basically people start to understand that they can change governments, but they cannot change policies.
And the question which I want to ask is the following: How did it happen that we are living in societies which are much freer than ever before -- we have more rights, we can travel easier, we have access to more information -- at the same time that trust in our democratic institutions basically has collapsed?
So basically I want to ask: What went right and what went wrong in these 50 years when we talk about democracy?
And I'll start with what went right.
And the first thing that went right was, of course, these five revolutions which, in my view, very much changed the way we're living and deepened our democratic experience.
And the first was the cultural and social revolution of 1968 and 1970s, which put the individual at the center of politics.
It was the human rights moment.
Basically this was also a major outbreak, a culture of dissent, which was not known before.
So I do believe that even things like that are very much the children of '68 -- nevertheless that most of us had been even not born then.
But after that you have the market revolution of the 1980s.
And nevertheless that many people on the left try to hate it, the truth is that it was very much the market revolution that sent the message: "The government does not know better."
And you have more choice-driven societies.
And of course, you have 1989 -- the end of Communism, the end of the Cold War.
And it was the birth of the global world.
And you have the Internet.
And this is not the audience to which I'm going to preach to what extent the Internet empowered people.
It has changed the way we are communicating and basically we are viewing politics.
The very idea of political community totally has changed.
And I'm going to name one more revolution, and this is the revolution in brain sciences, which totally changed the way we understand how people are making decisions.
So this is what went right.
But if we're going to see what went wrong, we're going to end up with the same five revolutions.
Because first you have the 1960s and 1970s, cultural and social revolution, which in a certain way destroyed the idea of a collective purpose.
The very idea, all these collective nouns that we have been taught about -- nation, class, family.
We start to like divorcing, if we're married at all.
All this was very much under attack.
And it is so difficult to engage people in politics when they believe that what really matters is where they personally stand.
And you have the market revolution of the 1980s and the huge increase of inequality in societies.
Remember, until the 1970s, the spread of democracy has always been accompanied by the decline of inequality.
The more democratic our societies have been, the more equal they have been becoming.
Now we have the reverse tendency.
The spread of democracy now is very much accompanied by the increase in inequality.
And I find this very much disturbing with democracy these days.
And if you go to 1989 -- something that basically you don't expect that anybody's going to criticize -- but many are going to tell you, "Listen, it was the end of the Cold War that tore the social contract between the elites and the people in Western Europe."
When the Soviet Union was still there, the rich and the powerful, they needed the people, because they feared them.
Now the elites basically have been liberated.
They're very mobile. You cannot tax them.
And basically they don't fear the people.
So as a result of it, you have this very strange situation in which the elites basically got out of the control of the voters.
that the voters are not interested to vote anymore.
And when we talk about the Internet, yes, it's true, the Internet connected all of us, but we also know that the Internet created these echo chambers and political ghettos in which for all your life you can stay with the political community you belong to.
And it's becoming more and more difficult to understand the people who are not like you.
I know that many people here have been splendidly speaking about the digital world and the possibility for cooperation, but [have you] seen what the digital world has done to American politics these days?
This is also partly a result of the Internet revolution.
This is the other side of the things that we like.
And when you go to the brain sciences, what political consultants learned from the brain scientists is don't talk to me about ideas anymore, don't talk to me about policy programs.
What really matters is basically to manipulate the emotions of the people.
And you have this very strongly to the extent that, even if you see when we talk about revolutions these days, these revolutions are not named anymore around ideologies or ideas.
Before, revolutions used to have ideological names.
They could be communist, they could be liberal, they could be fascist or Islamic.
Now the revolutions are called under the medium which is most used.
You have Facebook revolutions, Twitter revolutions.
The content doesn't matter anymore, the problem is the media.
I'm saying this because one of my major points is what went right is also what went wrong.
And when we're now trying to see how we can change the situation, when basically we're trying to see what can be done about democracy, we should keep this ambiguity in mind.
Because probably some of the things that we love most are going to be also the things that can hurt us most.
that this push for transparency, this kind of a combination between active citizens, new technologies and much more transparency-friendly legislation can restore trust in politics.
You believe that when you have these new technologies and people who are ready to use this, it can make it much more difficult for the governments to lie, it's going to be more difficult for them to steal and probably even going to be more difficult for them to kill.
This is probably true.
But I do believe that we should be also very clear that now when we put the transparency at the center of politics where the message is, "It's transparency, stupid."
Transparency is not about restoring trust in institutions.
Transparency is politics' management of mistrust.
We are assuming that our societies are going to be based on mistrust.
And by the way, mistrust was always very important for democracy.
This is why you have checks and balances.
This is why basically you have all this creative mistrust But when politics is only management of mistrust, then -- I'm very glad that "1984" has been mentioned -- now we're going to have "1984" in reverse.
It's not going to be the Big Brother watching you, it's going to be we being the Big Brother watching the political class.
But is this the idea of a free society?
For example, can you imagine that decent, civic, talented people are going to run for office if they really do believe that politics is also about managing mistrust?
Are you not afraid with all these technologies that are going to track down any statement the politicians are going to make on certain issues, are you not afraid that this is going to be a very strong signal to politicians to repeat their positions, even the very wrong positions, because consistency is going to be more important than common sense?
And the Americans who are in the room, are you not afraid that your presidents are going to govern on the basis of what they said in the primary elections?
I find this extremely important, because democracy is about people changing their views based on rational arguments and discussions.
And we can lose this with the very noble idea to keep people accountable for showing the people that we're not going to tolerate politicians the opportunism in politics.
So for me this is extremely important.
And I do believe that when we're discussing politics these days, probably it makes sense to look also at this type of a story.
But also don't forget, any unveiling is also veiling.
[Regardless of] how transparent our governments want to be, they're going to be selectively transparent.
In a small country that could be my country, but could be also your country, they took a decision -- it is a real case story -- that all of the governmental decisions, discussions of the council of ministers, were going to be published on the Internet 24 hours after the council discussions took place.
And the public was extremely all for it.
So I had the opportunity to talk to the prime minister, why he made this decision.
He said, "Listen, this is the best way to keep the mouths of my ministers closed.
Because it's going to be very difficult for them to dissent knowing that 24 hours after this is going to be on the public space, and this is in a certain way going to be a political crisis."
So when we talk about transparency, when we talk about openness, I really do believe that what we should keep in mind is that what went right is what went wrong.
And this is Goethe, who is neither Bulgarian nor a political scientist, some centuries ago he said, "There is a big shadow where there is much light."
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There were also people who needed a place to sleep in dark areas, and the inn that welcomed anyone as long as they paid was part of such a place.
Even if there were no issues with Canuleâs character, her appearance alone could be mistaken for a monster. Despite the poor treatment and surroundings, it seemed that staying in an inconspicuous inn gave her peace of mind.
Mitrof, who had already visited many times, opened the door with a familiar attitude. There was a middle-aged man sitting at the reception desk, using a candle to trim his nails with a small knife. When he saw that Mitrof was a visitor, he jerked his chin upward. They had barely talked before, but it seemed like the man had remembered his face.
Mitrof nodded and went up the stairs. Because of Mitrofâs weight, there was a creaking sound like a scream with each step.
The second floor corridor was even darker, and although there were windows, they were all blocked by shutters. The light leaking through the gaps formed slender rectangular shapes, and the meager brightness barely illuminated the lined up doors.
Before Mitrof could react, Canule came out of the room.
âW-What a coincidence.â
âI knew it was Mitrof-sama.â
â...? How did you know?â
âBy the sound of your footsteps.â
âThe creaking of the stairsâI always worry the bottom will fall out.â
Mitrof pursed his lips, and Canule chuckled.
âIâm sorry for the sudden visitâis this a good time?â
âYesâwas there something you needed?â
Mitrof tried to broach the subject, but he was still struggling.
He had been ordered to be disciplined and rest due to his injured right arm. If he went to the labyrinth alone and opened up about it, he would surely be scolded.
Mitrof tried to speak several times, but he couldnât find the words.
Since his mother and grandmother had both passed away, Mitrof couldnât remember ever apologizing to anyone for the many times they had reprimanded him when he was a child. He didnât know how to behave, as he had experienced so little scolding or being reprimanded, and he didnât know what to do.
âAh, um, I was thinking of going to check on Grace, and I wanted to ask Canule about her schedule.â
Mitrof instinctively tried to change the subject. As soon as he spoke, he cursed his own weakness of will.
âThatâs a good ideaâI have free time too, so letâs go together.â
Canule replied pleasantly, and without being able to say that it was not what he meant, the two of them walked down the stairs together. The receptionist didnât even look up but examined his fingernails.
As they walked down the street outside, Mitrof was afraid of the awkward silence and spoke to Canule.
âThe accommodations at that inn arenât very comfortable, are they?â
âIndeed, I canât say theyâre good.â
Canule smiled wryly.
âBut, no one really cares about each other or interferes with each other, so itâs comfortable in that sense.â
âIs there no noise or commotion?â
âItâs usually very quietâto the point where you might not even know if there are any residentsâhowever, occasionally, thereâs a great commotion at nightâthere have even been times when the authorities kicked down the door and burst in.â
â...Iâm envious of how quiet it is, but I donât think Iâll sleep peacefullyâyou have a strong will.â
Mitrof shrugged as if giving up.
âMitrof-samaâs lodging is affiliated with a guild, isnât it?â
âYesâthanks to that, there are no criminals, but thereâs a high turnover, and itâs always noisyâlast week, there was a party on the floor above, and it was incredibly loudâthey celebrated their successful first exploration, but some adventurers yelled at them, and the rest of the night was a brawl until the morning.â
âThat must have been tough.â
Canule chuckled.
Mitrof was not accustomed to sharing his own story with others. He watched Canuleâs reaction, but, of course, couldnât see her expression. He felt glad that Canule enjoyed his story and laughed, but at the same time, he felt deeply guilty for keeping secrets from her and not confessing.
The two of them came out from the alley and headed towards the orphanage where Grace was staying. The backstreets were too complicated and could be a labyrinth for those unfamiliar with the area. Mitrof and Canule also lacked knowledge of the area, so despite knowing they would be taking a detour, they needed to go through the main street at least once.
They turned onto the backstreet from a familiar street and proceeded to walk while relying on memory to navigate. Whenever Mitrof struggled with choosing a path, Canule would show him the correct way. Mitrof was impressed with how good Canuleâs memory was.
Finally, they saw the orphanage with its low spire, maintaining the dignity of the church despite its dilapidated condition.
As they approached, they could hear the childrenâs singing voices. A detuned harpsichord played accompaniment, but it didnât disturb the joyful voices of the children. They were singing freely without paying attention to things like musical scales.
Mitrof noticed a man squatting in front of the half-broken gatepost surrounding the churchâs fence, smoking a cigarette with his back against the pillar.
Despite Mitrof and Canule approaching, the man did not react at all, staring blankly at the lavender smoke that wafted around him.
â... Did you come alone today?â
He was the man who had come to this church yesterday. A well-built beastman addressed him as âbrother,â as Mitrof remembered.
The small man lazily turned his gaze to Mitrof. His drooping eyelids and thick eyelashes gave off a sleepy impression, yet there was a sense of dignity that made one feel like taking a step back when he looked straight in the eye.
âââI hate this song, you know.â
The man said this, exhaling smoke like a sigh.
The smoke that the wind carried tickled Mitrofâs nose. It had a unique scent, like smoking wood.
âEven the poor can be saved and rewarded if one has faith; let us be kind to others, for God is watching over us... It becomes tedious just listening to it.â
âDonât you have faith?â
âNo, I am a pious believerâI offer prayers for money and power.â
âThat... is that faith?â
At Mitrofâs hesitant voice, the man chuckled softly.
âHave you read the story about poor people? Itâs a story about a plain, middle-aged clerk and a poor young girl exchanging letters. Itâs a touching story about how they care for each other while they struggle to make ends meet. But over time, the manâs life deteriorates. He falls in love with the woman and even borrows money to buy her gifts. He canât even afford to replace his worn-out shoes, and he becomes the target of ridicule from his peers. He falls into alcoholism... But even so, the woman begs him for money.â
â... Why did the man lend the money even when he didnât have much himself?â
âBecause he had nothing elseâis it true that even though he had no money, he had a rich heart? Thatâs just a loserâs excuseâhearts cannot be seen, so they give things and send moneyâthose who are poor in spirit rely on things that cannot be seen.â
âWhat happened to the man and woman in the end?â
âThe manâs boss took pity on his poverty and gave him some moneyâthe man was overjoyed, thinking that his life would change with itâhowever, the woman chose to marry a rich man to escape poverty. The end. Thatâs how it ended.â
â...I seeâthere are stories like that too.â
Mitrof did not think there was no hope. He had a detached way of thinking that was common among nobles. For the benefit of the family, they would marry the person their family chose for them even if they already loved someone. Some people might choose a marriage partner based on their dislike of poverty.
âIf there is love, even if you are poor... wouldnât it be enough? What would happen if the two of them came together with such âfaithâ? It wouldnât make any difference even if two uneducated and poor people got together. If their love cools, they will be left with only povertyâIt is unfortunate for poor people... to have neither money nor power.â
The man lazily laughed and rubbed out his cigarette on the ground.
âThis church has faith, but it is poorâit has no money or power. Unhappy children are gathered here, and unhappy adults take care of them. Thatâs why itâs like this.â
The man spread his arms wide while still sitting.
âBy the whim of someone who has money and power, they will be kicked out of their homes.â
âWho is trying to buy this church, and why? Itâs... horrible.â
âDon. We donât know anything about Donâs thoughts. We just do what weâre told. This may also be a matter of faithâthe Donâs words are absolute, like a divine revelation.â
The man spoke and crossed his hands in front of his chest, like a devout follower making an offering in prayer. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at Mitrof.
âThe âpoor peopleâ gain freedom, but that freedom is made of sandâit is easily blown away by the whims of those in power. I think we should write a song about that.â
The man stood up and walked towards Mitrof.
âGive my regards to the poor adults.â
He reached out his fist as if handing something over, and Mitrof instinctively held out his palm. It was a cigarette butt that was placed there.
âThrow it away for me.â
Mitrof turned around as the man passed by to watch him leave. With a walking style that seemed to be dragging one foot behind, the man walked away slowly.
â... What did that man want?â
Canule said curiously.
âLiterary discussion, religion, and social issues.â
Mitrof picked up the remaining cigarette butt and gazed at it. Frowning, he sighed. He put the butt in his pocket and walked towards the church. | {
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âSorry about offering ready-made food. Itâs been like this lately.â
âFinia would have worked some magic on it if she was here. But I had her stay on guard duty.â
âGuard? You mean guarding a trader?â
âYeah. Temuru is heading to the Holy Tree Kingdom of Forneus.â
âForneus! Thatâs pretty far.â
It took us two weeks to get here from Stollar, and would take about two more to reach the capital city Berith. The highway was being maintained lately, but in the past it used to take a month to get to Berith. Thanks to the highway, it has decreased to two weeks now.
It led straight to Berith, and it offered a clear view around â both an advantage and disadvantage. Highways with good views were good feeding grounds both for bandits and monsters.
The safety was maintained near the urban areas, but there was a point where it ended. Otherwise, there would be no need to hire guards. Vultures that could attack from above, Stalk Dogs that were proficient in hiding, and Strike Boars that had high offensive power, increased in number as you went.
It wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that the true adventure would start from here on.
âI see... Hmm...â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Hearing about my destination, Cortina started pondering with a finger to her chin. This was her characteristic pose when thinking about something. But what was to ponder in the current topic, I had no idea.
âI mean, I have accumulated quite a lot of rest days. I was thinking of taking a long vacation in one go here.â
âHuh, you mean...â
âYeah, I was thinking of coming along too.â
âHwah!?â
I was shocked at her sudden idea.
âI have one month free until Reid visits again, so I think I can slack off for that long.â
âThatâs not something a teacher should be saying!â
âBut Iâm worried. You havenât had two-week trips that often, right?â
As Cortina said, we werenât really used to going on long trips. This was our third time going on a two-week trip. Actually, one of them was where we were just passengers being protected, so itâs more accurately our second time.
That said, I personally had a lot of experience with it, so I didnât worry that much. Problem was Finia, Cloud and Michelle who didnât have such experience. In that sense, I was worried about them like Cortina.
âRight? Right?â
âBut are you really sure?â
âI am, I am. Iâve already finished off my debt to Maxwell, so it wouldnât be a bad thing to take a long vacation here.â
âReally?â
It seems that Cortina had become quite overprotective while I was away. From the start, her job was something to rehabilitate her heart, so it was a good time for her to start acting for herself.
It was a separate issue whether I should be deciding that for her, but it certainly would be a great help if she came along. Thus I honestly conveyed my feelings about the matter. Being honest like this was also something I learned after reincarnating.
âWell, Iâll be grateful if you came along.â
âThen itâs settled! Iâll go tell Maxwell quickly.â
Saying that, she stuffed her cheeks with the food and munched on it like a squirrel. She didnât look like someone in their forties at all, but more like a child. She stayed youthful without an end. Or was it my bias that made me think so, I wonder?
âTake care. But calm down first, okay?â
âAh, Nicole, donât sneak out anywhere, okay? Stay and wait until Iâm back.â
âBeing the host and going away already disqualifies you from saying that, you know?â
âIgnore it, ignore it.â
She dashed to the entrance while laughing. I felt relief to see her acting as unsettled as ever, but also couldnât help but smile wryly.
The next day, I headed to the square before the city gate to meet up with Temuru who had finished refilling the water. Since we were here, I wanted to meet with Letina too, but she was both a noble and lived in a dormitory. She couldnât come outside, so I gave up on the reunion for the time being. There were many others I wanted to catch up to, but I gave up for now and headed to the meetup place.
Next to me was Cotina who finished her travel preparations overnight, and...
âWhy are you here?â
âIsnât it fine? One more or one less doesnât make much difference.â
âI told her sheâd just get in the way with her stamina. But she kept insisting.â
Cortina made excuses while holding her head. It was rare for her to be this perplexed. But that was only natural, because Dr. Tricia was following her by the side.
âIâm thankful that you cured my illness... But are you sure this is okay?â
Back when we climbed Mount Nord, she got tired to the point she almost collapsed. She was a self-acknowledged indoor type, so I didnât think she could keep up with this trip. But ignoring the two of our fears, Tricia casually waved her hand and denied it.
âItâll be fine. And we have carriages this time around, right? Iâll just ride one all the way.â
âTricia... Youâre totally in a pleasure jaunt mode, arenât you?â
âI havenât taken a vacation in a long time just like you. It should be fine to use it up for this opportunity.â
âYou let Maxwell know, right?â
âI barged in early in the morning and
Seizing the initiative against THAT Maxwell made this woman pretty tough, huh? I shrugged while squinting my eyes, agreeing with her coming along. Fortunately, we had more than enough food and water. There wouldnât be any problems even if passengers increased by one or two.
At the square, Temuru and Finia had already finished their preparations for departure. Michelle, Cloud and Markâs group had done the same and were standing by. It seems that we were the last to arrive.
âIâm sorry for being Late, Sir Temuru.â
âNot at all. That aside, the person next could you, could it be...?â
âYes, Cortina decided to join us too. Would it be alright?â
âSo it really was Lady Cortina! I am delighted to see you in good health as always. It would be a pleasure beyond my expectations to travel with you.â
Cortina and Temuru were acquaintances. Iâm glad he accepted it quickly. That said, there was probably no merchant in this city whoâd be able to turn her down. Like this, with two more people on board, we departed from Raum. | {
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The hot springs were split for both men and women. Meanwhile, Kishana was pulling Schenna into the womenâs dressing room against her will.
âIt seems like no one else is around, so it seems like we have the place all to ourselves.â
âWait Kishana, I really canât...â
âI understand how you feel. But imagine if you were to enter the menâs side, wouldnât it turn into a panic fest?â
âWell youâre not wrong but, I just canât get rid of this sense of guilt.â
âDonât worry about it, I come here often and eventually got used to it. And so will you, I swear.â
Kishana stood in front of Schenna completely naked, which somehow encouraged her to go in as well.
From her younger sisterâs perspective, she was just a very shy girl. Additionally, when she entered the knight corps, she was the only female so she had no problems at all when taking a bath.
In front of her was the open-air hot spring, it was way bigger than she had imagined. The atmosphere gave off a very pleasant feeling and there was an amazing view to the outside. The men and women were divided into two sides, voices of men who had entered before them could be heard from the other side.
They then took a quick shower and entered the hot springs right after.
âSo, doesnât it feel good?â
âYeah, itâs my first time visiting hot springs in this world.â
Schenna was in a really good mood as the effect was felt straight away, her weary body gradually became more relaxed.
Kishana stood next to Schenna as she enjoyed immersing her beautiful brown skin and long vertical ears in the hot water. After a while, Kishana looked at the sky and spoke to Schenna with a serious tone.
âOriginally, we probably would be enjoying the huge bath at our school trip destination in our previous life, wouldnât we.â
âYeah... youâre right. To think I would ever get into hot springs with my best friend who turned into a Dark Elf, things sure took a weird turn.â
âI feel exactly the same as you. Being here with a beautiful female knight, that would an ultimate pleasure for the old me.â
âIs it different now?â
âAs I told you before, I just got used to it. After being a woman for years. my old self just starts disappearing, you know. At the beginning though, I would look at myself in the mirror and thought to myself that I was lucky to have such a good body.â
Schenna wondered if it really was like that.
For her, it was the opposite. At first, she felt guilty for even looking at the mirror and seeing her female body. As time passed, she eventually accepted that she was indeed a woman and would be living in that body. Looking at other naked women, getting confessed to, or any sort of talk about marriage were still far from acceptable though.
Kishana got out of the water and gave Schenna some advice.
âIf you come here with me more often, you will get used to it in no time. Believe me, Iâm experienced in that.â
âIâll try my best to work on that...â
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The Pisces labyrinth was west of the first town.
In other words, as the town of Dapan was at the foot of the Foggy Mountains, which were also in the west, it would be best to go from there.
I had already unlocked fast travel to the sky town...well, it had been done before I knew it.
Turns out that the requirement was just âmake a job request that involved something rare at the workshop.â
After all, once you asked him to repair or evolve something that was rare, you would be required to return later and retrieve them. So the requirement made sense.
Still, it was shockingly considerate.
And so there was no need to climb up that foggy cliffside.
I could just warp from other towns.
From now on, if I ever found any promising materials, I would show them to Mister Yu.
âIâll also return to the event soon enough, so perhaps weâll meet again.â
âYeah. Letâs hope we can both clear all of the labyrinths. Oh, and the final trial as well.â
Today, the clouds around Foggy Mountain were on the thin side.
In the distance I could see the Serpent Palace above the first town. It seemed to be waiting for players to come and fight the final battle.
We were supposed to fight against Charin there. But I had no idea what kind of battle it would be.
âThe best players should reach it in a few days. And then Iâll be hearing all about it even if I donât want to. Well, at least we arenât too far behind.â
âIâve been getting about a day, and now have of the medals. But the fast players probably have at least by now...â
âThe pro gamers must be excited to be the first to find out the secrets of the Serpent Palace. Thatâs the way to get the most attention and become famous. So both the veterans and the newcomers will work hard.â
âThe first, huh... While I can see the appeal, I think that I prefer to go at my own pace. Besides, I donât think Iâll even be able to finish it unless I get a little stronger... Itâs just a feeling. So Iâm going to work on my skills and equipment as I make progress. Also, leveling. I will probably max out my nd job soon.â
âSounds like a good idea. Itâll only slow you down if you hurry and end up breaking your equipment again. Also, about the Ghost Guild, I think that Iâm going to accept Necocoâs offer.â
âOh? You are?â
âYes. I realized that thereâs nothing easier than for people to live by helping each other... In other words, I also have to help others. And since she invited me, she must see something in a player like me. So I think that Iâll do what I can.â
Satomi had been hesitant about joining the Ghost Guild due to being intimidated by Necocoâs passion for the game.
I had just joined because it seemed interesting. But I suppose Satomi just wanted to enjoy the game and relax, and felt that it might not be for him.
âWell, the idea is that weâll come together if there is any content that is exclusive to parties and guilds. So we can think about it when the time comes.â
âHeh...thatâs true. Well, see you later.â
âYeah, later.â
I opened the map and selected Dapan.
My body was enveloped in light and in the next second, I had arrived in the town filled with pandas.
â â â
From there, I walked down the main road and towards the pin on my map which indicated the location of the Pisces labyrinth.
And while I was walking, I noticed something.
The pin was actually located inland.
All the other labyrinths that seemed to be related to the sea were near the beach. But this one that looked like it could be related to fishing was near the center.
But I got the answer to my question soon enough.
âI see... So thatâs why...â
A river. A great river had been altered into a fishing pond...!
The large boulders were removed, and there were man-made differences in level and areas separated by nets. And inside, fish were swimming.
Players would stand still, tilt their heads and change spots etcetera.
As it was still part of a river, the fishing pond was very long.
So there would be plenty of space even if there were a lot of players there at once.
And so I decided to get a fishing rod and start the trial.
Oh, I had to learn the requirement for winning and getting the special reward first.
âHey-heey! The fish will be scared if I talk too loud, so this time I will speak at a normal volume-nyon.â
This Charin...just looked like a fisher. There was nothing fantastical about her.
A vest with a lot of pockets, waterproof pants, and boots...
She even wore a cheap looking cap on her long blonde hair.
Still, it wasnât bad, seeing a girl put on clothes that would usually be seen on guys.
âIn a way, this trial is the most simple-nyon. You will use the fishing rods that Iâm going to give to you, and catch some fish here. Thatâs all-nyon. The pond wonât run out of fish, so donât worry-nyon. You will receive a medal if you catch a fish that has a rarity level of or more stars. The special reward is for players who catch something with the highest rarity level of stars-nyon.â
That really was simple.
On the other hand, this fishing pond was exclusively for the event. So just because you caught a lot of fish, they could not be sold for money or used as materials.
In other words, catching anything that was stars or lower was meaningless...
âFishing is very simple-nyon. Just raise the rod quickly if the float sinks... Thatâs it-nyon. Youâll know if you catch something big, because of the way the water surface will splash. But as long as you donât drop the rod, you should be able to catch it-nyon. In other words, this trial is just about reflexes-nyon.â
...What!?
I had a feeling she had said something frightening... But was it just me?
This was a VR game with the most recent technology, and yet it was just like an old fishing game with timed button presses...
But the fishing I did at the southern sea was so realistic...
âYes, yes. Just like that certain famous relaxing game-nyon. Just one button press once the float sinks! The timing of that moment is all that matters. It could be a killifish or a coelacanth, and the result will be the same-nyon.â
...Well, this is an interesting trial you directed me to, Satomi.
It was a trial that would test how much I had grown.
Your reflexes were not as fast when you aged... It was the unavoidable truth.
However, I was sure that I had improved since starting the game.
And I felt like I was now a part of this world.
So perhaps I would show them.
My true capabilities now that I have adapted to this game... | {
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When I got the report from Pervert (Nielsen), I immediately headed to the site. I sent Timu and the others a message to come later. For now, I want to tell them this myself: âTimu isnât at fault. Iâm the one who forced her to leave.â
This time, it seems the one thatâs come to complain to Timu is called Garm. Heâs apparently also one of the people in the Six Demon Generals. I guess it might really be to complain about Timu turning them into the Five Demon Generals.
Anyway, my duty is to soften Garmâs attitude to make it easier for Timu to apologize when she comes later.
Alright, for my beloved sister, itâs time to make full use of my skills in the hospitalities industry!
I ran happily out of Beruga Town, and past the bottom of Mt. Mishinga.
Umm~ According to Pervert (Nielsen), it should be around here, but...
I looked around. There was nothing in sight but thick forest and small animals. There wasnât any sign of anybody else.
They arenât here, are they?
Itâs Pervert (Nielsen), so I shouldnât trust the information too much. After I searching around for a while,
âGuu... Gkue... Gwrr... Fshrrr!â
âMn!? I can hear some kind of beast!
When I turned around, a man riding a huge beast appeared. The beast had tough green scales and giant wings.
T-, This is...
âAre you the Evil God? Iâm one of the Six Demon Generals, Garm; Iâll be taking your life!â
â...â
âMn, where are you looking? âHmph, is my mount that unusual? This is the demonic dragon Gyangu; Iâll have you taste an attack from a man whoâs become one with his dragon.â
âIt-â
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âITâS A DRAGONNNNNNNNNNNN!â
I bolted back along the path that I came from.
Eh? Eh? What? Eh? Why is there a dragon there?
When I went to have a conversation with them... of all things, there was the thing that appeared in games or novels; a western dragon.
E-, Even though he came to complain, he brought a dragon along?
No matter how you think about it, isnât that overdoing things! Did you plan on killing Timu!
W-, W-, What do I do? What should I do? I have to do something! If he brings that along, the townâll get blown to pieces!
T-, The guard? Nonono, unless they borrow a rocket launcher from the Self-Defense Forcesâ Wai-, B-, Bizeeef, SAVE MEEEEEEE!
I rushed into the only guard station in town.
âBizef! Bizef! Bizeeeef!â
âWhy if it isnât Tilea. You donât look too good. Whatâs wrong?â
âS-, Something outrageous has happened. I-, itâs a disaster. Itâs a disaster!â
âDisaster?â
âY-, Yes. S-, Somebodyâs using a dragon to attack. Theyâre going to attack the town!â
âA dragon? ...Pfft, HAHAHAHAHA!â
âBizef, this isnât a laughing matter. You have to hurry and tell everybody to evacuate!â
âTilea, calm down. Relax. There isnât anybody in the modern age that can use a dragon.â
âEh? Really?â
âReally. Even using a normal magic beast requires quite a lot of training. So using a divine beast like a dragon would need an outrageous amount of mana.â
âTo begin with, there arenât any dragons in the world anymore.â
âEh!? There arenât any dragons in the world?â
âThey apparently used to exist in ancient times, but they went extinct. In this age there are only small winged-drakes, or the dragonoids who inherited the blood of dragons.â
âEh? Eh? B-, But I really did see a dragon... Eh?â
âIt was probably a type of illusion magic.â
âIllusion magic?â
âYeah, you can use illusion magic to confuse people. Itâs likely that they used illusion magic on you to make you see a dog or cat as a dragon.â
âReally!?â
âProbably. When it comes to illusion magic, if there isnât a gap in ability between the caster and the target, it wonât work. You arenât even an adventurer; I think a normal girl like you would be the ideal target.â
Well certainly my magic resistance is probably zero. If they used illusion magic, itâd work on me in one go.
âMuuu, then I was completely fooled wasnât I.â
âHuhu, seems so. But using illusion magic for a prank really is going too far. Iâll give them a warning. Tilea, could you lead me to the person who cast it on you?â
I ended up leading Bizef to the place from earlier.
Phew~ So thatâs how it was...
As expected of Bizer. He was a C-rank adventurer wasnât he. It was precise advice. If it was just me, I wouldâve been panicking.
But still, Garm is nasty, isnât he? Even though he just came to voice his complaints, he ended up pulling a prank like that. Heâs probably thinking âPUNKED!â right about now. After all, I gave such a splendid reaction, didnât I? This is so frustrating!
Ah~ Hang on. The situation Iâm in is like somebody being pranked on those prank shows, and then actually going and calling the police, huh. Itâs not really being an adult about it, or rather, itâs not being able to read the atmosphere. If I bring Bizef there, I might be able to shock Garm back in return, but it wouldnât be a joke.
âUmm~ Bizef, please donât take this too seriously, okay? It was a nasty prank, but he is one of Timuâs playmates, so please donât arrest him or anything.â
âI know. Iâm just going to give him a warning. Iâm not going to arrest him. But you know, using magic in this way is a problem. As somebody else who can use magic, I need to teach him manners, you know?â
âI understand.â
Mn, just a warning should be fine. Or rather, if he doesnât do at least that much, I wonât be able to feel better about being tricked.
And so, after a few hours of guiding Bizef, I finally returned to the base of Mt. Mishinga.
Um~mm, it should be around here. Garm, are you still here?
As I was looking around,
âKuu... Gkue... Gwau... Fshrrr!â
I heard the sound of a beast. It was the same as the growl from earlier. Could it be!
I turned around and... there it was!
Standing behind me was Garm riding on his dragon again, glaring my way.
But still, that overwhelming size and presence â I thought this before as well, but it really does seem like a dragon no matter how you look at it. Is this really just a simple chihuahua...?
âB-, Bizef, itâs your turn. Please give him a good warning!â
I moved my hand to poke Bizef in the shoulder.
I turned my head here and thereâ where did he go?
I looked left and right, but he wasnât there.
Then, letâs try looking down next... There he was!
There lay a loser (Bizef), eyes rolled back, sprawled across the ground.
Eh? Why are you unconscious? Arenât you a C-rank adventurer? In the past, didnât you brag about beating some famous monster? Was that a lie? Was your C-rank just for show? Or could it be that you had illusion magic cast on you?
IF YOUâRE A FORMER ADVENTURER THEN DONâT GET SCARED FROM JUST AN ILLUSIONNN!
Huuu, huuu... I never imagined that he was such a loser. All this time Iâve been listening to this losersâ (Bizefâs) adventurer stories with glittering eyes, but now I want him to give me back my excitement.
âUnconscious from my pressure, huh, you frail human.â
Okay. Chuunibyou over there, donât spout off pretentious lines. Are you trying to say you used your Hakior something?
Honestly, I canât rely on this loser (Bizef) anymore. I need to warn him myself. In place of Loser (Bizef), I confronted Garm.
âEvil God. Earlier you showed nothing but the speed of your legs. Someone like you is comparable to Master Zorg? It seems that the Viceroyâs eyes have been clouded too. Iâve lost interest. Demonic Dragon Gyangu, devour her!â
At Garmâs instruction, the dragon came and attacked me. It opened its large mouth, and pointed its sharp fangs at me. The jagged teeth looked painful. They looked like they could easily bite off something as frail as a humanâs arm.
Uheh! Even if I know the trick behind it, itâs still scary!
And then that dragon bit into me. With a bite, those sharp teeth stabbed into my shoulder.
Kuah! I-, It bit me. I-, IâM DEADDD!
âWai-, it doesnât hurt!?
Huu, so it really is illusion magic? I wonât be deceived by looks anymore. Visually, it seems like a dragon is biting into me, swinging its tail at me, and charging at me. But my pain receptors are telling me that a âchihuahuaâ or some other small animal is frolicking with me.
Huhu, how strange. Even though my eyes are telling me itâs like a real Jurassic Park, thereâs no damage. And well, of course, since in reality itâs just a playful chihuahua.
In that case...
âHey, hey, doggie. Good boy, good boy âªâ
I decided to think of the attacking dragon as a small animal. I decided to give patting the chihuahua (dragon)âs head and stomach a try. But the chihuahua (dragon) just kept biting and butting into me, and wouldnât really come to like me.
Hmm~ Itâs no good. For somebody whoâs never had pets before like me, the hurdle is a bit high.
âW-, What!? For Gyanguâs attacks to be ineffective...â
âYeah. Iâm having trouble getting him to like me.â
âKu-! Speaking nonsense. In that case, take my Secret Technique, Jet Star!â
âMn, what?
And then...
EEEEEEK!
Of all things, the chihuahua (dragon) charged at me with its mouth wide open from three different directions, like it had suddenly spawned clones. Is this that dog animeâs BattÅgaor something!
Although it was a chihuahua, as youâd expect it was scary. I immediately backpedaled.
âIdiot! You wonât escape from my Secret Technique! After her, Gyangu!â
Oohh, just as I thought I had escaped, it unnaturally changed directions and came after me. A homing-type, huh. The pursuing chihuahua (dragon)âs big mouth came down on my arm.
I was bitten defencelessly.
âI-, Impossible... Taking on my Secret Technique uninjured...â
Nono, Iâm not uninjured. My hand is hurt, you know.
Blood is dripping from it. Apparently my hand was bitten by the chihuahua (dragon). My hand is bleeding. Because of the illusion magic, it was really intense, but basically Garm sicced his dog on me.
Ahhh, s̲h̲i̲t̲. Injuring a cookâs hand like this! It isnât that serious an injury, but as youâd expect, injuring a chefâs hand would make them angry.
Iâm mad now. Iâm mad. F̲u̲c̲k̲i̲n̲g doing something like this because I felt bad and acted modestly!
First of all is this chihuahua (dragon). Although it was its ownerâs orders, itâs a problem that it has a habit of casually attacking people. Iâm not going to be soft on it just because itâs a puppy.
âDoggie, you canât bite people you know! SIT!â
I grabbed the chihuahua (dragon) by the neck, and forced it to the floor. The chihuahua (dragon) let out a cry of anguish, and collapsed. A roar like the sky collapsing resounded through the area.
What an incredible vibration. So the illusion magic affected my hearing too.
Anyway, I succeeded in holding down the chihuahua (dragon). But the chihuahua (dragon) struggled in a rage to escape my hands. It isnât really doing as itâs told.
How should I train it... I know! If I remember correctly, Iâve heard that dogs have a hierarchical system, and wonât listen to anybody except those above it in the hierarchy. In other words, I need to show that Iâm stronger than the owner that sicced it on me.
Hmm. Itâs somebody elseâs pet, but heâs a bad owner that set his pets on other people, so itâs fine, right? I glared at the chihuahua (dragon). And then, threatening the chihuahua (dragon), I suddenly put power into the arm that was grabbing it.
âDoggie, cut it out already. Iâll seriously get angry, you know!â
I tightly applied pressure to the chihuahua (dragon)âs creaking neck. The sounds made it seem like the bones in its neck were about to break.
âKyuuu! Kyuuu!â
Whether it was because my threats worked, or whether it was because it thought its neck was going to break, the chihuahua (dragon) lay belly up and showed its submission to me.
Haha, did I go too far?
I accidentally committed a little animal abuse. Iâm reflecting on it.
âIt-, It canât be. My mount... my legendary demonic dragon...â
Yes, yes. A legendary demonic dragon, huh? It was a pretty cute puppy. Anyway, the dragon seems to think that Iâm above its owner. Iâd better give Garm his punishment now.
Punishment, punishment... What should I do...? I know!
Although itâs a puppy, if you sic it on people, theyâll get injured. Garm doesnât understand this. Thatâs why he so casually played a prank like that.
Alright, Iâll have Garm taste the same thing. People really donât reflect unless they feel some pain themselves.
âDoggie, this is an order. Play with your owner.â
At my command, Doggie went and vigorously played with its owner. Opening its big mouth and biting Garm, or using its claws to scratch him up.
âS-, Stop it. Gyangu, i-, itâs me, Garm. W-, Waiâ GUEH-!â
Uu~ Thanks to the illusion magic, it looks more like a dragon attacking Garm, rather than a puppy frolicking with him. This is really terrible to look at.
While I was suffering from the scene before me,
âElder sister!â
I heard Timu calling for me.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Timu and the others were coming later, werenât they. But this isnât really a situation where Timu should apologize anymore.
âAh-, Timu. Iâm a little busy at the moment andâ wha-, GEH! C-, Could it be that thatâs Gargan?â
âYes, elder sister.â
When I turned around, I found that to my surprise, although it was a different species than Garmâs pet, Timu had brought yet another splendid dragon. It seems that I really did get hexed by an illusion magic that makes me see cats and dogs as dragons.
Illusion magic, how fearsome!
Aahh, what a disaster... Even Timuâs Gargan looks like a dragon now. This really is a bit too surreal. This magic isnât going to be permanent, right? I donât think Iâll be able to handle the stress if things stay like this forever.
âElder sister, things have taken an amusing turn, havenât they.â
âMnâ a bunch of stuff happened, so I had Garmâs pet frolic with him. But still, I see that youâve brought Gargan, Timu.â
âYes. Garm is a demonic dragon user, so I thought that my own mount would be necessary.â
Mn? I see!
It seems that Garm is quite the pet lover. He brought his chihuahua along, after all. Did Timu think to help their friendship by bringing her own pet? If pets get along, then their owners would get closer too, after all.
âWell done, Timu. You really gave this some thought, didnât you.â
âI am honored to receive your praise. Well then, would it be all right if I had Gargan play as well?â
Hmmmm, would it?
Iâm getting the feeling that just his own pet is too much for him but...
No, Iâm sure itâs a pointless worry. Garm loves pets after all, so Iâm sure even if itâs two puppies now, heâll be able to handle them.
âMn, thatâs fine.â
âThank you for your permission. Go, Gargan. Bite off his head!â
Oi, oi, Timu. Even if itâs only a puppy, if you give it an order like that, Garmâs going to die, you know.
But well, Timu is a chuunibyou. It canât be helped that âgo playâ ends up as a line like that. But still, what an incredible sight. Itâs almost like Garm is being tormented by two dragons.
âUOOOOH, GAH, GAGAH!â
âGYAN, GYAGAAAAAAAN!â
âHaa, haa, mu!? Even Gargan is here. S-, S̲h̲i̲t̲, haa, haa, GYAAAAHHH!â
..................
A roar rang through our surroundings. A cloud of dust flew into the air. And amongst it all, Garmâs occasional screams.
âwhat a tragedy!
A-, Are they really dragons? This scene has kind of become so realistic that Iâm finding it hard to believe that itâs just an illusion anymore.
Iâd better ask somebody else.
âT-, Ti~mu. H-, How does that look to you?â
I pointed my finger at the scene of the two dragons tormenting him without restraint.
âHuhu, elder sister. Damned Gargan. It seems heâs really taken a liking to him. Heâs playing so happily after all.â
Mu, if Timu says so, then it must be true. The members of Timuâs praetorian guard that were standing around were grinning at the scene, after all. So they really were just seeing two chihuahuas frolicking about. Itâs probably just my senses that are weird.
Iâm sure that in reality, the scene is like,
ãHey, cut it out. It tickles, Patrasche!ã
ãHey, youâre being too cheeky, Lassie.ã
or something like that. But because I had illusion magic cast on me, I ended up seeing something I really didnât want to. I mean, it really looks like Garm being tormented by two dragons after all.
A-, Anyway, I think Iâll go home early today. Iâll go home, and after having a good sleep, the illusion magic will wear off too, right?
âAnyway, Iâll be going home, okay? Timu, Iâll leave the rest to you.â
âUnderstood. Please leave the rest to me.â
Yep, yep. Thereâs no animal lover whoâs bad at heart. It seems that things will work out amicably as well, this time. | {
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ããããšãããããŸãã | But before I give it away, I want to ask you to right now do a little audit of your body and what you're doing with your body.
So how many of you are sort of making yourselves smaller?
Maybe you're hunching, crossing your legs, maybe wrapping your ankles.
Sometimes we hold onto our arms like this.
Sometimes we spread out. I see you.
So I want you to pay attention to what you're doing right now.
We're going to come back to that in a few minutes, and I'm hoping that if you learn to tweak this a little bit, it could significantly change the way your life unfolds.
So, we're really fascinated with body language, and we're particularly interested in other people's body language.
You know, we're interested in, like, you know â â an awkward interaction, or a smile, or a contemptuous glance, or maybe a very awkward wink, or maybe even something like a handshake.
Narrator: Here they are arriving at Number 10.
This lucky policeman gets to shake hands with the President of the United States.
Here comes the Prime Minister -- No. Amy Cuddy: So a handshake, or the lack of a handshake, can have us talking for weeks and weeks and weeks.
Even the BBC and The New York Times.
So obviously when we think about nonverbal behavior, or body language -- but we call it nonverbals as social scientists -- it's language, so we think about communication.
When we think about communication, we think about interactions.
So what is your body language communicating to me?
What's mine communicating to you?
And there's a lot of reason to believe that this is a valid way to look at this.
So social scientists have spent a lot of time looking at the effects of our body language, or other people's body language, on judgments.
And we make sweeping judgments and inferences from body language.
And those judgments can predict really meaningful life outcomes like who we hire or promote, who we ask out on a date.
For example, Nalini Ambady, a researcher at Tufts University, shows that when people watch 30-second soundless clips of real physician-patient interactions, their judgments of the physician's niceness predict whether or not that physician will be sued.
So it doesn't have to do so much with whether or not that physician was incompetent, but do we like that person and how they interacted?
Even more dramatic, Alex Todorov at Princeton has shown us that judgments of political candidates' faces in just one second predict 70 percent of U.S. Senate and gubernatorial race outcomes, and even, let's go digital, emoticons used well in online negotiations can lead you to claim more value from that negotiation.
If you use them poorly, bad idea. Right?
So when we think of nonverbals, we think of how we judge others, how they judge us and what the outcomes are.
We tend to forget, though, the other audience that's influenced by our nonverbals, and that's ourselves.
We are also influenced by our nonverbals, our thoughts and our feelings and our physiology.
So what nonverbals am I talking about?
I'm a social psychologist. I study prejudice, and I teach at a competitive business school, so it was inevitable that I would become interested in power dynamics.
I became especially interested in nonverbal expressions of power and dominance.
And what are nonverbal expressions of power and dominance?
Well, this is what they are.
So in the animal kingdom, they are about expanding.
So you make yourself big, you stretch out, you take up space, you're basically opening up.
It's about opening up.
And this is true across the animal kingdom. It's not just limited to primates.
And humans do the same thing. So they do this both when they have power sort of chronically, and also when they're feeling powerful in the moment.
And this one is especially interesting because it really shows us how universal and old these expressions of power are.
This expression, which is known as pride, Jessica Tracy has studied.
She shows that people who are born with sight and people who are congenitally blind do this when they win at a physical competition.
So when they cross the finish line and they've won, it doesn't matter if they've never seen anyone do it.
They do this.
So the arms up in the V, the chin is slightly lifted.
What do we do when we feel powerless?
We do exactly the opposite. We close up. We wrap ourselves up.
We make ourselves small. We don't want to bump into the person next to us.
So again, both animals and humans do the same thing.
And this is what happens when you put together high and low power.
So what we tend to do when it comes to power is that we complement the other's nonverbals.
So if someone is being really powerful with us, we tend to make ourselves smaller. We don't mirror them.
We do the opposite of them.
So I'm watching this behavior in the classroom, and what do I notice?
I notice that MBA students really exhibit the full range of power nonverbals.
So you have people who are like caricatures of alphas, really coming into the room, they get right into the middle of the room before class even starts, like they really want to occupy space.
When they sit down, they're sort of spread out.
They raise their hands like this.
You have other people who are virtually collapsing You see it on their faces and their bodies, and they sit in their chair and they make themselves tiny, and they go like this when they raise their hand.
I notice a couple of things about this.
One, you're not going to be surprised.
It seems to be related to gender.
So women are much more likely to do this kind of thing than men.
Women feel chronically less powerful than men, so this is not surprising. But the other thing I noticed is that it also seemed to be related to the extent to which the students were participating, and how well they were participating.
And this is really important in the MBA classroom, because participation counts for half the grade.
So business schools have been struggling with this gender grade gap.
You get these equally qualified women and men coming in and then you get these differences in grades, and it seems to be partly attributable to participation.
So I started to wonder, you know, okay, so you have these people coming in like this, and they're participating.
Is it possible that we could get people to fake it and would it lead them to participate more?
So my main collaborator Dana Carney, who's at Berkeley, and I really wanted to know, can you fake it till you make it?
Like, can you do this just for a little while and actually experience a behavioral outcome that makes you seem more powerful?
So we know that our nonverbals govern how other people think and feel about us. There's a lot of evidence.
But our question really was, do our nonverbals govern how we think and feel about ourselves?
There's some evidence that they do.
So, for example, we smile when we feel happy, but also, when we're forced to smile by holding a pen in our teeth like this, it makes us feel happy.
When it comes to power, it also goes both ways.
So when you feel powerful, you're more likely to do this, but it's also possible that when you pretend to be powerful, you are more likely to actually feel powerful.
So the second question really was, you know, so we know that our minds change our bodies, but is it also true that our bodies change our minds?
And when I say minds, in the case of the powerful, what am I talking about?
So I'm talking about thoughts and feelings and the sort of physiological things that make up our thoughts and feelings, and in my case, that's hormones. I look at hormones.
So what do the minds of the powerful versus the powerless look like?
So powerful people tend to be, not surprisingly, more assertive and more confident, more optimistic.
They actually feel they're going to win even at games of chance.
They also tend to be able to think more abstractly.
So there are a lot of differences. They take more risks.
There are a lot of differences between powerful and powerless people.
Physiologically, there also are differences on two key hormones: testosterone, which is the dominance hormone, and cortisol, which is the stress hormone.
So what we find is that high-power alpha males in primate hierarchies have high testosterone and low cortisol, and powerful and effective leaders also have high testosterone and low cortisol.
So what does that mean? When you think about power, people tended to think only about testosterone, because that was about dominance.
But really, power is also about how you react to stress.
So do you want the high-power leader that's dominant, high on testosterone, but really stress reactive?
Probably not, right?
You want the person who's powerful and assertive and dominant, but not very stress reactive, the person who's laid back.
So we know that in primate hierarchies, if an alpha needs to take over, if an individual needs to take over an alpha role sort of suddenly, within a few days, that individual's testosterone has gone up significantly and his cortisol has dropped significantly.
So we have this evidence, both that the body can shape the mind, at least at the facial level, and also that role changes can shape the mind.
So what happens, okay, you take a role change, what happens if you do that at a really minimal level, like this tiny manipulation, this tiny intervention?
"For two minutes," you say, "I want you to stand like this, and it's going to make you feel more powerful."
We decided to bring people into the lab and run a little experiment, and these people adopted, for two minutes, either high-power poses or low-power poses, and I'm just going to show you five of the poses, although they took on only two.
So here's one.
A couple more.
This one has been dubbed the "Wonder Woman" by the media.
Here are a couple more.
So you can be standing or you can be sitting.
And here are the low-power poses.
So you're folding up, you're making yourself small.
This one is very low-power.
When you're touching your neck, you're really protecting yourself.
So this is what happens.
They come in, they spit into a vial, for two minutes, we say, "You need to do this or this."
They don't look at pictures of the poses.
We don't want to prime them with a concept of power. We want them to be feeling power.
So two minutes they do this.
We then ask them, "How powerful do you feel?" on a series of items, and then we give them an opportunity to gamble, and then we take another saliva sample.
That's it. That's the whole experiment.
So this is what we find. Risk tolerance, which is the gambling, we find that when you are in the high-power pose condition, 86 percent of you will gamble.
When you're in the low-power pose condition, only 60 percent, and that's a whopping significant difference.
Here's what we find on testosterone.
From their baseline when they come in, high-power people experience about a 20-percent increase, and low-power people experience about a 10-percent decrease.
So again, two minutes, and you get these changes.
Here's what you get on cortisol.
High-power people experience about a 25-percent decrease, and the low-power people experience about a 15-percent increase.
So two minutes lead to these hormonal changes that configure your brain to basically be either assertive, confident and comfortable, or really stress-reactive, and feeling sort of shut down.
And we've all had the feeling, right?
So it seems that our nonverbals do govern how we think and feel about ourselves, so it's not just others, but it's also ourselves.
Also, our bodies change our minds.
But the next question, of course, is, can power posing for a few minutes really change your life in meaningful ways?
This is in the lab, it's this little task, it's just a couple of minutes.
Where can you actually apply this?
Which we cared about, of course.
And so we think where you want to use this is evaluative situations, like social threat situations.
Where are you being evaluated, either by your friends?
For teenagers, it's at the lunchroom table.
For some people it's speaking at a school board meeting.
It might be giving a pitch or giving a talk like this or doing a job interview.
We decided that the one that most people could relate to because most people had been through, was the job interview.
So we published these findings, and the media are all over it, and they say, Okay, so this is what you do when you go in for the job interview, right?
You know, so we were of course horrified, and said, For numerous reasons, no, don't do that.
Again, this is not about you talking to other people.
It's you talking to yourself.
What do you do before you go into a job interview? You do this.
You're sitting down. You're looking at your iPhone -- or your Android, not trying to leave anyone out.
You're looking at your notes, you're hunching up, making yourself small, when really what you should be doing maybe is this, like, in the bathroom, right? Do that. Find two minutes.
So that's what we want to test. Okay?
So we bring people into a lab, and they do either high- or low-power poses again, they go through a very stressful job interview.
It's five minutes long. They are being recorded.
They're being judged also, and the judges are trained to give no nonverbal feedback, so they look like this.
Imagine this is the person interviewing you.
So for five minutes, nothing, and this is worse than being heckled.
People hate this.
It's what Marianne LaFrance calls "standing in social quicksand."
So this really spikes your cortisol.
So this is the job interview we put them through, because we really wanted to see what happened.
We then have these coders look at these tapes, four of them.
They have no idea who's been posing in what pose, and they end up looking at these sets of tapes, and they say, "We want to hire these people," all the high-power posers.
"We don't want to hire these people.
We also evaluate these people much more positively overall."
But what's driving it? It's not about the content of the speech.
It's about the presence that they're bringing to the speech.
Because we rate them on all these variables related to competence, like, how well-structured is the speech?
How good is it? What are their qualifications?
No effect on those things. This is what's affected. These kinds of things.
People are bringing their true selves, basically.
They're bringing themselves.
They bring their ideas, but as themselves, with no, you know, residue over them.
So this is what's driving the effect, or mediating the effect.
So when I tell people about this, that our bodies change our minds and our minds can change our behavior, and our behavior can change our outcomes, they say to me, "It feels fake." Right?
So I said, fake it till you make it. It's not me.
I don't want to get there and then still feel like a fraud.
I don't want to feel like an impostor.
I don't want to get there only to feel like I'm not supposed to be here.
And that really resonated with me, because I want to tell you a little story about being an impostor and feeling like I'm not supposed to be here.
When I was 19, I was in a really bad car accident.
I was thrown out of a car, rolled several times.
And I woke up in a head injury rehab ward, and I had been withdrawn from college, and I learned that my IQ had dropped by two standard deviations, which was very traumatic.
I knew my IQ because I had identified with being smart, and I had been called gifted as a child.
So I'm taken out of college, I keep trying to go back.
They say, "You're not going to finish college.
Just, you know, there are other things for you to do, but that's not going to work out for you."
So I really struggled with this, and I have to say, having your identity taken from you, your core identity, and for me it was being smart, there's nothing that leaves you feeling more powerless than that.
So I felt entirely powerless.
and worked, and got lucky, and worked.
Eventually I graduated from college.
It took me four years longer than my peers, and I convinced someone, my angel advisor, Susan Fiske, to take me on, and so I ended up at Princeton, and I was like, I am not supposed to be here.
I am an impostor.
And the night before my first-year talk, and the first-year talk at Princeton is a 20-minute talk to 20 people.
That's it.
I was so afraid of being found out the next day that I called her and said, "I'm quitting."
She was like, "You are not quitting, because I took a gamble on you, and you're staying.
You're going to stay, and this is what you're going to do.
You are going to fake it.
You're going to do every talk that you ever get asked to do.
You're just going to do it and do it and do it, even if you're terrified and just paralyzed and having an out-of-body experience, until you have this moment where you say, 'Oh my gosh, I'm doing it.
Like, I have become this. I am actually doing this.'" So that's what I did.
Five years in grad school, I moved to Harvard, I'm at Harvard, I'm not really thinking about it anymore, but for a long time I had been thinking, "Not supposed to be here."
So at the end of my first year at Harvard, a student who had not talked in class the entire semester, who I had said, "Look, you've gotta participate or else you're going to fail," came into my office. I really didn't know her at all.
She came in totally defeated, and she said, "I'm not supposed to be here."
And that was the moment for me. Because two things happened.
One was that I realized, oh my gosh, I don't feel like that anymore.
I don't feel that anymore, but she does, and I get that feeling.
And the second was, she is supposed to be here!
Like, she can fake it, she can become it.
So I was like, "Yes, you are! You are supposed to be here!
And tomorrow you're going to fake it, you're going to make yourself powerful, and, you know -- And you're going to go into the classroom, and you are going to give the best comment ever."
You know? And she gave the best comment ever, and people turned around and were like, oh my God, I didn't even notice her sitting there. She comes back to me months later, and I realized that she had not just faked it till she made it, she had actually faked it till she became it.
So she had changed.
And so I want to say to you, don't fake it till you make it.
Fake it till you become it.
Do it enough until you actually become it and internalize.
The last thing I'm going to leave you with is this.
Tiny tweaks can lead to big changes.
So, this is two minutes.
Two minutes, two minutes, two minutes.
Before you go into the next stressful evaluative situation, for two minutes, try doing this, in the elevator, in a bathroom stall, at your desk behind closed doors.
That's what you want to do.
Configure your brain to cope the best in that situation.
Get your testosterone up. Get your cortisol down.
Don't leave that situation feeling like, oh, I didn't show them who I am.
I really feel like I got to say who I am and show who I am.
So I want to ask you first, you know, both to try power posing, and also I want to ask you to share the science, because this is simple.
I don't have ego involved in this. Give it away. Share it with people, because the people who can use it the most are the ones with no resources and no technology and no status and no power.
Give it to them because they can do it in private.
They need their bodies, privacy and two minutes, and it can significantly change the outcomes of their life.
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Just as I suspected, the way to use these three items was to combine them.
Once I learned this at Yuâs workshop, I quickly requested that he do it.
It would take hours to complete.
In other words, the items that would be created would be just as rare as the Windcloud set.
However...I still didnât know what it would be used for.
The item wasnât equipment, and there was no description of how to use it.
Was it something that allowed you to learn a skill, or a material that would evolve your equipment. Or something else...
What I did know was that it wasnât a recovery item.
Such items always told you what kind of effect they had.
For instance, like the âAura Jerkyâ I had just received at the workshop.
It was an odd health recovery item that had been made through combining the special reward from the Taurus trial, the Aura Beef, with some herb-type materials.
HP will recover slowly every second for minutes.
Can use the item again after minutes.
In other words, it added a HP regen effect to the player.
Kind of like how beef jerky could be chewed many times and still be tasty.
If it worked for minutes and could be used every minutes, that meant that it would only not be in effect for minutes.
I didnât know how much it actually healed you yet, but it seemed like it would allow me a broader range of strategies in battle?
Though my playstyle did not involve taking a lot of damage, there were times when I thought it would be a waste to use healing items after a scratch.
However, it would be even worse if I lost because I hadnât bothered to heal after a little damage.
If I used the Aura Jerky in such cases, I wouldnât have to worry about minimal damage for at least minutes.
However, it also took a long time to complete.
Perhaps because it was dried meat, it took even longer than rare equipment.
I suppose it was during times like these where you were supposed to use the Peaches of Immortality.
However, I couldnât say that I wanted the Aura Jerky so bad that I cared about how long it took...
Anyway, I have finished my business here, so I should log out... Is what I thought, but then decided to check out the first town.
I wanted to see the area right underneath the Serpent Palace that was floating in the sky.
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Traveling between towns was instantaneous, thanks to fast travel.
Still, the town really was crowded.
I wasnât sure if it was because there were more new players recently, or it was just a popular spot, but it was great to see that it was so lively.
In any case, I would use the less crowded back alleys and head towards the Serpent Palace.
I was scouting today, and did not want to stick out.
And so I weaved through the narrow and hidden streets.
The town was brimming with details, and there were many streets that players could walk through.
A lot of them would be easily missed if you were just playing normally.
But I was rather good at finding such things.
As I continued on my way, I got a good grasp on the general location of the Serpent Palace.
It was floating above the fountain plaza near the center of the town.
This place was used as a meeting point for party members, and there were a lot of players gathered there.
Though, it was much more crowded now, since it was part of an event...
âThere are so many people...â
The plaza had been modified to suit the event, and there were now large windows facing outwards from all sides of the fountain.
As for what was being displayed there...it was a battle!
Someone was fighting someone... But once my mind registered this, the screen went blank.
And then something shot down from the Serpent Palace like a meteor.
There were four of them...
âT-thatâs a player...!â
Players who were damaged in both body and equipment were falling from the battle stage...!
And one of them looked familiar!
âBuckler...!â
He was perhaps the strongest of the players that I knew, and yet he and his party were unable to beat Charin!?
He was part of a famous guild called the Straight Knights, and so his comrades would not have been weak...
âTsk! That girl... Sheâs really done it now!â
Buckler got to his feet and looked up at the Serpent Palace with a laugh.
Not because he was confident, but because there was nothing he could do but laugh.
As for his other party members, they just lay on the ground with their arms and legs spread out and did not get up.
It wasnât so much despair, but confusion that covered their faces.
I suppose their pride as the top NSO players did not allow them to accept the results.
Even I could hardly believe what I was seeing.
I had assumed that they would be among the handful of players that had cleared it.
âIs that you... Archer Kyuji?â
Bucklerâs eyes widened.
I had thought that I was hidden in the crowd, but he still found me...
And since he was pointing, I had no choice but to go out...
âItâs been awhile. I think it was during the Taurus trial.â
âThatâs right... I didnât think that our next meeting would be while I was thoroughly embarrassing myself! Hahaha!â
Buckler laughed.
He wasnât as intimidating as before.
As I wondered what to say to him, he spoke first.
âKyuji! This is not someone you can beat solo! Not this time!â
âIt...looks like it.â
âAh, so youâre a 3rd now... Well, Iâm sure youâve been one for a while. However, that is like the minimum requirement! If youâre a top player!â
Being a special 3rd was the standard. A top player would be expected to go even higher...
Apparently, this battle was a lot more harsh than I had thought.
Well, I had actually been thinking about it, deep down.
Even if the others couldnât do it. I could still do it...
The title of MVP had been alarming to me at first, but it had made me confident.
Was I delusional then...? I wanted to find out.
Of course, I understood the situation.
4 players who were special 3rds and had more experience than me, had worked together and still lost.
So there was no way that Garbo and I could win.
But I still wanted to challenge her!
I wanted to know how far I could go with my own style!
â...Hahaha! Perhaps I shouldnât be giving you advice, seeing as you beat me! Well, forget what I said then! Do whatever you want as long as you follow the rules! Thatâs how you enjoy a game!â
âBuckler... Thanks. Iâll remember that.â
âHeh. But I told you to forget it... Ah, well! When you do fight, thrust both of your hands up towards the sky!â
And so I did as he said.
And just like that, the 12 medals flew out of my item box and began to spin around me.
Then my body floated up and started ascending rapidly towards the Serpent Palace.
Like a meteor shooting through the sky.
This was supposed to be the night before the battle.
My items at the workshop werenât even complete.
However, it was best to fight when you wanted to.
And so now, the decisive battle would begin! | {
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Also, her monologues were leaking out, making me hear the lines that embarrassed me.
âAhh, maybe I overdid it a little back there? What if he thinks Iâm too immodest... No no, this is that unsociable guy we are talking about here. He wouldnât realize it if I didnât go that far.â
âUm, Cortina?â
âAhh, but, but, maybe I should have done that other thing more likeââ
âUhh, C-Cortina...?â
âStill, Reid sure has a solid build. Sure, heâs not quite at Lyellâs level, but his build is more in-balance with me.â
â.........â
Unable to stand it anymore, I plugged my ears. Finia next to me was also hanging her head down with a deep blush. This mightâve been part of the reason why she sent me to Finia back then.
She was probably enduring turning into this disgraceful state, and sent me off so I wouldnât witness it. So the reason she looked reluctant was because her womanly heart still wanted us to stay together for longer.
âFinia, Cortina is too far gone. Letâs have dinner by ourselves.â
âR-Right. I will prepare something that will be fine to eat cold for Lady Cortina.â
For the first time in my life, I abandoned my comrade and fled. As expected, I didnât have bold enough nerves to keep listening to her ramblings.
Finia probably thought hearing any more of her foolishness would be bad for my education, she readily agreed to my suggestion.
While feeling really unsettled, I somehow managed to finish changing my clothes and headed to the dining room.
There I saw Finia making salad and cold stew. The main dish seemed to be roasted chicken meat after being soaked in yogurt. That was probably because roasting it normally would make the fats harden and worsen the taste once it would get cold.
âIâm seeing that for the first time.â
âAh, yes. It has a strong smell, so I donât usually make it.â
âYeah, I feel like you mostly roast it or make chops.â
I observed Finia as she cooked while commenting on it. She was moving rhythmically as always... No, perhaps even livelier than normal.
âFinia.â
âWhat is it, Lady Nicole?â
âDid anything good happen today?â
âEeh!?â
I asked because I was curious about how she would rate my escorting today. But it caused her to flinch and stiffen in place.
âAh, m-my apologies. But itâs your fault, Lady Nicole. Donât ask me something like that all of a sudden.â
âIt just looked to me that your hands moved more merrily than usual.â
Judging by Cortinaâs current behavior, I guess we could say that I succeeded in improving her condition.
But what about Finia? If I failed this time, it would mean I would be neglecting her for another month at least.
Escorting an opposite sex had been first for me too, so I wanted to hear what she thought of it.
âAs you say, something very good did indeed happen today.â
âWhat kind?â
âWell... I wonder if I should say it?â
âItâs something you canât tell me?â
That mightâve been a little mean on my part. The topic of my reincarnation wasnât only related to me but to every one of the Six Heroes.
Considering that Finia hesitated on revealing it to me, who didnât belong to Six Heroes, without consulting Maxwell meant that she was a lot more rational than Cortina.
âIs this about Lord Reid?â
âW-W-W-W-, wh-why do you know that!?â
âHow couldnât I? Cortina easily spilled it earlier.â
Or so I thought, but she seems to be quite out of it herself. Well, she was cute when flustered too so no problems there.
She moved on to cooling the cold cream stew, and in the meantime started to roast the pickled meat. Unlike before, her hand movements had some tension in them. It was probably due to my question.
Perhaps it was better to relieve some of her tension.
âHuh?â
âI mean, you managed to meet with someone you look up to.â
Referring to my own self like that made me really embarrassed. But I was Nicole now, not Reid. If I didnât ask her now, it could come off suspiciously.
âYes, truly. Above all, I am glad that that person is alright... Well, he wasnât entirely alright, but I am glad I could meet him again.â
â...I see.â
So there were people who became this happy because I appeared before them. That alone made me feel like there was a meaning in my reincarnation.
On the other hand, just thinking of the moment when my identity got busted made chills run down my spine.
I grabbed my cup and poured the remainder of the milk she used for the stew, and brought it to my mouth.
âIncidentally!â
âDo you not have anyone on your mind, Lady Nicole?â
âPffft!?â
I suddenly got asked a strange question, so I spit it back right away.
Me? With a guy? Not a chance. Todayâs events were definite proof of that. I was still into girls, in the end.
âN-Not at the moment...â
âIs that so? What about Cloud?â
âDefinitely not. And not Elliot either.â
âC-Could it be Lord Maxwell?â
âFinia, check your sanity!â
Come on, that old geezer was obviously unthinkable.
âSo the wall that is Lord Lyell is that thick, is it? With a knight of his level next to you, your ideals should be equally high.â
âMgh, then maybe Iâll go with Lord Reid.â
âY-You canât! Lady Cortina is one thing, but if even Lady Nicole becomes my rival, I would lose all my chances!â
âHohoh, so you havenât given up yet?â
âUgh... Maybe at least as a concubine, or something...â
This kingdom wasnât strictly limited to monogamy, so there was no problem in marrying more than one.
Raum simply had a strong tendency for monogamy. In fact, in the Northern Alliance, polygyny was actually approved.
It had many wars, and even the Evil Dragon on top, so the rapid decrease of the male population aggravated this system even more.
Suddenly I had a thought. If I moved there, wouldnât I be able to marry both Cortina and Finia at the same time? | {
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ããããšãããããŸã | Should I be pro-technology? Should I embrace it full arms?
Should I be wary? Like you, I'm very tempted by the latest thing.
But at the other hand, a couple of years ago I gave up all of my possessions, sold all my technology -- except for a bicycle -- and rode across 3,000 miles on the U.S. back roads under the power of my one body, fuelled mostly by Twinkies and junk food.
And I've since then tried to keep technology at arm's length in many ways, so it doesn't master my life.
At the same time, I run a website on cool tools, where I issue a daily obsession of the latest things in technology.
So I'm still perplexed about what the true meaning of technology is as it relates to humanity, as it relates to nature, as it relates to the spiritual.
And I'm not even sure we know what technology is.
And one definition of technology is that which is first recorded.
This is the first example of the modern use of technology that I can find.
It was the suggested syllabus for dealing with the Applied Arts and Science at Cambridge University in 1829.
Before that, obviously, technology didn't exist. But obviously it did.
I like one of the definitions that Alan Kay has for technology.
He says technology is anything that was invented after you were born.
So it sums up a lot of what we're talking about.
Danny Hillis actually has an update on that -- he says technology is anything that doesn't quite work yet.
Which also, I think, gets into a little bit of our current idea.
But I was interested in another definition of technology.
Something, again, that went back to something more fundamental.
Something that was deeper. And as I struggled to understand that, I came up with a way of framing the question that seemed to work for me in my investigations.
And I'm, this morning, going to talk about this for the first time.
So this is a very rough attempt to think out loud.
The question that I came up with was this question: what does technology want? And by that, I don't mean, does it want chocolate or vanilla? By what it wants, I mean, what are its inherent trends and biases?
What are its tendencies over time? One way to think about this is thinking about biological organisms, which we've heard a lot about.
And the trick that Richard Dawkins does, which is to say, to look at them as simply as genes, as vehicles for genes.
So he's saying, what do genes want? The selfish gene.
And I'm applying a similar trick to say, what if we looked at the universe in our culture through the eyes of technology? What does technology want?
Obviously, this in an incomplete question, just as looking at an organism as only a gene is an incomplete way of looking at it.
But it's still very, very productive. So I'm attempting to say, if we take technology's view of the world, what does it want?
And I think once we ask that question we have to go back, actually, to life. Because obviously, if we keep extending the origins of technology far back, I think we come back to life at some point.
So that's where I want to begin my little exploration, is in life.
And like you heard from the previous speakers, we don't really know what life there is on Earth right now.
We have really no idea.
Craig Venter's tremendous and brilliant attempt to DNA sequence things in the ocean is great.
Brian Farrell's work is all part of this agenda to try and actually discover all the species on Earth.
And one of the things that we should do is just make a grid of the globe and randomly go and inspect all the places that the grid intersects, just to see what's on life. And if we did that with our little Martian probe, which we have not done on Earth, we would begin to see some incredible species.
This is not on another planet. These are things that are hidden away on our planet.
This is an ant that stores its colleagues' honey in its abdomen.
Each one of these organisms that we've described -- that you've seen from Jamie and others, these magnificent things -- what they're doing, each one of them, is they're hacking the rules of life.
I can't think of a single general principle of biology that does not have an exception somewhere by some organism.
Every single thing that we can think of -- and if you heard Olivia's talk about the sexual habits, you'll realize that there isn't anything we can say that's true for all life, because every single one of them is hacking something about it.
This is a solar-powered sea slug. It's a nudibranch that has incorporated chloroplast inside it to drive its energy.
This is another version of that. This is a sea dragon, and the one on the bottom, the blue one, is a juvenile that has not yet swallowed the acid, has not yet taken in the brown-green algae pond scum into its body to give it energy.
These are hacks, and if we looked at the general shape of the approaches to hacking life there are, current consensus, six kingdoms. Six different broad approaches: the plants, the animals, the fungi, the protests -- the little things -- the bacteria and the Archaea bacteria. The Archaeas.
Those are the general approaches to life. That's one way to look at life on Earth today.
But a more interesting way, the current way to take the long view, is to look at it in an evolutionary perspective.
And here we have a view of evolution where rather than having evolution go over the linear time, we have it coming out from the center.
So in the center is the most primitive, and this is a genealogical chart of all life on earth. This is all the same six kingdoms.
You see 4,000 representative species, and you can see where we are.
But what I like about this is it shows that every living organism on Earth today is equally evolved.
Those fungi and bacteria are as highly evolved as humans.
They've been around just as long and gone through just the same kind of trial and error to get here.
But we see that each one of these is actually hacking, and has a different way of finding out how to do life.
And if we take the long-term trends of life, if we begin to say, what does evolution want? There's several things that we see.
One of the things about evolution is that nowhere on Earth have we ever been where we don't find life.
We find life at the bottom of every long-term, long-distance drilling core into the center of rock that we bring up -- and there's bacteria in the pores of that rock.
And wherever life is, it never retreats. It's ubiquitous and it wants to be more.
More and more of the inert matter of the globe is being touched and animated by life.
The second thing is is we see diversity. We also see specialization.
We see the movement from a general-purpose cell to the more specific and specialized.
And we see a drift towards complexity that's very intuitive.
that there is an actual drift towards complexity over time.
And the last thing, I bring back this nudibranch.
One of the things we see about life is that it moves from the inner to increasing sociability. And by that it means that there is more and more of life whose entire environment is other life.
Like those chloroplast cells -- they're completely surrounded by other life.
They never touch the inner matter. There is more and more co-evolution.
And so the general, long-term trends of evolution are roughly these five: ubiquity, diversity, specialization, complexity and socialization. Now, I took that and said, OK, what are the long-term trends in technology?
And again, my question is, what does technology want?
And so, remarkably, I discovered that there's also a drift toward specialization.
That we see there's a general hammer, and hammers become more and more specific over time.
There's obviously diversity. Huge numbers of things.
This is all the contents of a Japanese home.
I actually had my daughter -- gave her a tally counter, and I gave her an assignment last summer to go around and count the number of species of technology in our household.
And it came up with 6,000 different species of products.
I did some research and found out that the King of England, Henry VIII, had only about 7,000 items in his household.
And he was the King of England, and that was the entire wealth of England at the time.
So we're seeing huge numbers of diversity in the kinds of things.
This is a scene from Star Wars where the 3PO comes out and he sees machines making machines. How depraved!
Well, this is actually what we're headed towards: world machines.
And the technology is only being thrown out by other technologies.
Most machines will only ever be in contact with other technology and not non-technology, or even life.
And thirdly, the idea that machines are becoming biological and complex is at this point a cliche. And I'm happy to say, I was partly responsible for that cliche that machines are becoming biological, but that's pretty evident.
So the major trends in technology evolution actually are the same as in biological evolution. The same drives that we see towards ubiquity, towards diversity, towards socialization, towards complexity. That is maybe not a big surprise because if we map out, say, the evolution of armor, you can actually follow a sort of an evolutionary-type cladistic tree.
I suggest that, in fact, technology is the seventh kingdom of life.
That its operations and how it works is so similar that we can think of it as the seventh kingdom.
And so it would be sort of approximately up there, coming out of the animal kingdom. And if we were to do that, we would find out -- we could actually approach technology in this way.
This is Niles Eldredge. He was the co-developer with Stephen Jay Gould of the theory of punctuated equilibrium.
But as a sideline, he happens to collect cornets.
He has one of the world's largest collections -- about 500 of them.
And he has decided to treat them as if they were trilobites, or snails, and to do a morphological analysis, and try to derive their genealogical history over time.
This is his chart, which is not quite published yet. But the most interesting aspect about this is that if you look at those red lines at the bottom, those indicate basically a parentage of a type of cornet that was no longer made. That does not happen in biology.
When something is extinct, you can't have it as your parent.
But that does happen in technology. And it turns out that that's so distinctive that you can actually look at this tree, and you can actually use it to determine that this is a technological system versus a biological system.
In fact, this idea of resurrecting the whole idea is so important that I began to think about what happens with old technology.
And it turns out that, in fact, technologies don't die.
So I suggested this to an historian of science, and he said, "Well, what about, you know, come on, what about steam cars?
They're not around anymore." Well actually, they are.
In fact, they're so around that you can buy new parts for a Stanley steam automobile.
And this is a website of a guy who's selling brand new parts for the Stanley automobile. And the thing that I liked is sort of this one-click, add-to-your-cart button -- -- for buying steam valves. I mean, it was just -- it was really there.
And so, I began to think about, well, maybe that's just a random sample.
Maybe I should do this sort of in a more conservative way.
So I took the great big 1895 Montgomery Ward's catalog and I randomly went through it. And I took a page -- not quite a random page -- I took a page that was actually more difficult than others because lots of the pages are filled with things that are still being made. But I took this page and I said, how many of these things are still being made?
And not antiques. I want to know how many of these things are still in production.
And the answer is: all of them.
All of them are still being produced. So you've got corn shellers.
I don't know who needs a corn sheller.
Be it corn shellers -- you've got ploughs; you've got fan mills; all these things -- and these are not, again, antiques. These are -- you can order these. You can go to the web and you can buy them now, brand-new made. So in a certain sense, technologies don't die.
In fact, you can buy, for 50 bucks, a stone-age knife made exactly the same way that they were made 10,000 years ago.
It's short, bone handle, 50 bucks. And in fact, what's important is that this information actually never died out.
It's not just that it was resurrected. It's continued all along.
And in Papua New Guinea, they were making stone axes until two decades ago, just as a course of practical matters.
Even when we try to get rid of a technology, it's actually very hard.
So we've all heard about the Amish giving up cars.
We've heard about the Japanese giving up guns.
We've heard about this and that. But I actually went back and took what I could find, the examples in history where there have been prohibitions against technology, and then I tried to find out when they came back in, because they always came back in. And it turns out that the time, the duration of when they were outlawed and prohibited, is decreasing over time. And that basically, you can delay technology,
but you can't kill it. So this makes sense, because in a certain sense what culture is, is the accumulation of ideas.
That's what it's for. It's so that ideas don't die out.
And when we take that, we take this idea of what culture is doing and add it to what the long-term trajectory -- again, in life's evolution -- we find that each case -- each of the major transitions in life -- what they're really about is accelerating and changing the way in which evolution happens.
They're actually changing the way in which ideas are generated.
So all these steps in evolution are increasing, basically, the evolution of evolvability.
So what's happening over time in life is that the ways in which you generate these new ideas, these new hacks, are increasing. And the real tricks are ways in which you kind of explore the way of exploring.
And then what we see in the singularity, that prophesized by Kurzweil and others -- his idea that technology is accelerating evolution.
It's accelerating the way in which we search for ideas.
So if you have life hacking -- life means hacking, the game of survival -- then evolution is a way to extend the game by changing the rules of the game.
And what technology is really about is better ways to evolve.
That is what we call an "infinite game."
That's the definition of "infinite game." A finite game is play to win, and an infinite game is played to keep playing.
And I believe that technology is actually a cosmic force.
The origins of technology was not in 1829, but was actually at the beginning of the Big Bang, and at that moment the entire huge billions of stars in the universe were compressed. The entire universe was compressed into a little quantum dot, and it was so tight in there, there was no room for any difference at all.
That's the definition. There was no temperature.
There was no difference whatsoever. And at the Big Bang, what it expanded was the potential for difference.
So as it expands and as things expand what we have is the potential for differences, diversity, options, choices, opportunities, possibilities and freedoms.
Those are all basically the same thing.
And those are the things that technology brings us.
That's what technology is bringing us: choices, possibilities, freedoms.
That's what it's about. It's this expansion of room to make differences.
And so a hammer, when we grab a hammer, that's what we're grabbing.
And that's why we continue to grab technology -- because we want those things. Those things are good.
Differences, freedom, choices, possibilities.
And each time we make a new opportunity place, we're allowing a platform to make new ones.
And I think it's really important. Because if you can imagine Mozart before the technology of the piano was invented -- what a loss to society there would be.
Imagine Van Gogh being born before the technologies of cheap oil paints.
Imagine Hitchcock before the technologies of film.
Somewhere, today, there are millions of young children being born whose technology of self-expression has not yet been invented.
We have a moral obligation to invent technology so that every person on the globe has the potential to realize their true difference.
We want a trillion zillion species of one individuals.
That's what technology really wants.
I'm going to skip through some of the objections because I don't have answers to why there's deforestation.
I don't have an answer to the fact that there seem to be bad technologies. I don't have an answer to how this impacts on our dignity, other than to suggest that maybe the seventh kingdom, because it's so close to what life is about, maybe we can bring it back and have it help us monitor life.
Maybe in some ways the fact that what we're trying to do with technology is find a good home for it.
It's a terrible thing to spray DDT on cotton fields, but it's a really good thing to use to eliminate millions of cases of death due to malaria in a small village.
Our humanity is actually defined by technology.
All the things that we think that we really like about humanity is being driven by technology. This is the infinite game.
That's what we're talking about.
You see, technology is a way to evolve the evolution.
It's a way to explore possibilities and opportunities and create more.
And it's actually a way of playing the game, of playing all the games.
That's what technology wants.
And so when I think about what technology wants, I think that it has to do with the fact that every person here -- and I really believe this -- every person here has an assignment. And your assignment is to spend your life discovering what your assignment is.
That recursive nature is the infinite game.
And if you play that well, you'll have other people involved, so even that game extends and continues even when you're gone.
That is the infinite game. And what technology is is the medium in which we play that infinite game.
And so I think that we should embrace technology because it is an essential part of our journey in finding out who we are.
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ããããšãããããŸãã | Here's what I mean. Politics and -- let's focus on the political system in particular question here, which is the system of democracy.
Democracy, as a type of politics, is a technology for the control and deployment of power.
You can deploy power in a wide range of ways.
The famous ones -- despotism is a good one; anarchy is a way to not deploy the power in any organized way, to do it in a radically diffused fashion; and democracy is a set of technologies, which have the effect of, in principle, diffusing the power source to a large number of people and then re-concentrating it in a smaller group of people who govern, and who themselves are, in principle, authorized to govern
by virtue of what the broader public has done.
Now, consider religion -- in this case Islam, which is the religion that, in some direct sense, can be said to be precipitating what we're about to enter.
Let me say parenthetically why I think that's the case, because I think it's a potentially controversial statement.
I would put it in the following equation: no 9/11, no war.
At the beginning of the Bush administration, when President Bush, now President Bush, was running for president, he made it very clear that he was not interested in intervening broadly in the world.
In fact, the trend was for disengagement with the rest of the world.
That's why we heard about the backing away from the Kyoto protocol, for example.
After 9/11, the tables were turned.
And the president decided, with his advisors, to undertake some kind of an active intervention in the world around us.
That began with Afghanistan, and when Afghanistan went extremely smoothly and quickly, a decision was made through the technology of democracy -- again, notice, not a perfect technology -- but through the technology of democracy that this administration was going to push in the direction of another war -- this time, a war in Iraq.
Now, the reason I begin by saying "no 9/11, no war" as interpreted by a very, very small, extremely radical group of people, was a precipitating cause of the 9/11 attacks -- the precipitating cause of the 9/11 attacks -- and as a consequence, at one degree of remove, the precipitating cause of the coming war that we're about to be engaged in.
And I would add that bin Laden and his followers are consciously devoted to the goal of creating a conflict between democracy, or at least capitalist democracy, on the one hand, and the world of Islam as they see and define it.
Now, how is Islam a technology in this conceptual apparatus?
Well, it's a technology for, first, salvation in its most basic sense.
It's meant to be a mechanism for construing the universe in a way that will bring about the salvation of the individual believer, but it's also meant by the Islamists -- and I use that term to mean people who believe that Islam -- they follow the slogan, Islam is the answer to a wide range of questions, whether they're social, or political, or personal, or spiritual.
Within the sphere of people who have that view, and it's a large number of people in the Muslim world who disagree with bin Laden in his application, but agree that Islam is the answer.
Islam represents a way of engaging the world through which one can achieve certain desirable goals.
And the goals from the perspective of Muslims are, in principle, peace, justice and equality, but on terms that correspond to traditional Muslim teachings.
Now, I don't want to leave a misimpression by identifying either of these propositions -- rather, either of these phenomena, democracy or Islam -- as technologies.
I don't want to suggest that they are a single thing that you can point to.
And I think a good way to prove this is simply to demonstrate to you what my thought process was when deciding what to put on the wall behind me when I spoke.
And I ran immediately into a conceptual problem: you can't show a picture of democracy.
You can show a slogan, or a symbol, or a sign that stands for democracy.
You can show the Capitol -- I had the same problem when I was designing the cover of my forthcoming book, in fact -- what do you put on the cover to show democracy?
And the same problem with respect to Islam.
You can show a mosque, or you can show worshippers, but there's not a straightforward way of depicting Islam.
That's because these are the kinds of concepts that are not susceptible to easy representation.
Now, it follows from that, that they're deeply contestable.
It follows from that that all of the people in the world who say that they are Muslims can, in principle, subscribe to a wide range of different interpretations of what Islam really is, and the same is true of democracy.
In other words, unlike the word hope, which one could look up in a dictionary and derive origins for, and, perhaps, reach some kind of a consensual use analysis, these are essentially contested concepts.
They're ideas about which people disagree in the deepest possible sense.
And as a consequence of this disagreement, "I have the right version of Islam."
You know, post-9/11, we were treated to the amazing phenomenon of George W. Bush saying, "Islam means peace."
Well, so says George W. Bush.
Other people would say it means something else.
Some people would say that Islam means submission.
Other people would say it means an acknowledgement or recognition of God's sovereignty.
There are a wide range of different things that Islam can mean.
And ostensibly, the same is true of democracy.
Some people say that democracy consists basically in elections.
Other people say no, that's not enough, there have to be basic liberal rights: free speech, free press, equality of citizens.
These are contested points, and it's impossible to answer them by saying, "Ah ha, I looked in the right place, and I found out what these concepts mean."
Now, if Islam and democracy are at present in a moment of great confrontation, what does that mean?
Well, you could fit it into a range of different interpretative frameworks.
You could begin with the one that we began with a couple of days ago, which was fear.
Fear is not an implausible reaction with a war just around the corner and with a very, very high likelihood that many, many people are going to die as a consequence of this confrontation -- a confrontation which many, many people in the Muslim world do not want, many, many people in the American democracy do not want, many people elsewhere in the world do not want, but which nonetheless is favored by a large enough number of people --
at least in the relevant space, which is the United States -- to actually go forward. So fear is not a crazy response at all.
And I think that that's, in fact, probably the first appropriate response.
What I want to suggest to you, though, in the next couple of minutes is that there's also a hopeful response to this.
And the hopeful response derives from recognizing that Islam and democracy are technologies.
And by virtue of being technologies, they're manipulable.
And they're manipulable in ways that can produce some extremely positive outcomes.
What do I have in mind?
Well, all over the Muslim world there are people who take Islam deeply seriously, people who care about Islam, for whom it's a source either of faith, or of civilization, or of deep values, or just a source of powerful personal identity, who think and are saying loudly that Islam and democracy are in fact not in conflict, but are in fact deeply compatible.
And these Muslims -- and it's the vast majority of Muslims -- disagree profoundly with bin Laden's approach, profoundly.
And they furthermore think overwhelmingly -- again one can't speak of every person, but overwhelmingly, and one can find this by reading any of the sources that they have produced, and they're all over the Internet and in all sorts of languages -- one can see that they're saying that their concern in their own countries is primarily to free up themselves to have choice in the spheres of personal life,
in the sphere of economics, in the sphere of politics, and, yes, in the sphere of religion, which is itself closely regulated in most of the Muslim world.
And many of these Muslims further say that their disagreement with the United States is that it, in the past and still in the present, has sided with autocratic rulers in the Muslim world in order to promote America's short-term interests.
Now, during the Cold War, that may have been a defensible position for the United States to take.
That's an academic question.
It may be that there was a great war to be fought between West and East, and it was necessary on the axis of democracy against communism.
And it was necessary in some way for these to contradict each other, and as a consequence you have to make friends wherever you can get them.
But now that the Cold War is over, there's nearly universal consensus in the Muslim world -- and pretty close to the same here in the United States, if you talk to people and ask them -- that in principle, there's no reason that democracy and Islam cannot co-exist.
And we see this among activist, practical Muslims, like the Muslims who are presently the elected, parliamentary, democratic government of Turkey, who are behaving pragmatically, not ideologically, who are promoting their own religious values, who are elected by their own people because they were perceived as honest and sincere because of their religious values, but who do not think that Islam and a democratic system of governance are fundamentally incompatible.
Now, you may say, but surely, what we've seen on television about Saudi Islam namely, free political choice, basic liberty and basic equality.
But I'm here to tell you that technologies are more malleable than that.
I'm here to tell you that many, many Muslims believe -- the vast majority, in fact -- in fact I think I would go so far as to say that many Muslims in Saudi Arabia believe that the core values of Islam, namely acknowledgement of God's sovereignty and basic human equality before God, are themselves compatible with liberty, equality and free political choice.
And there are Muslims, many Muslims out there, who are saying precisely this.
And they're making this argument wherever they're permitted to make it.
But their governments, needless to say, are relatively threatened by this.
And for the most part try to stop them from making this argument.
So, for example, a group of young activists in Egypt which advocated the compatibility of Islam and democracy.
They weren't even allowed to form a party.
They were actually blocked from even forming a party under the political system there. Why?
Because they would have done extraordinarily well.
In the most recent elections in the Muslim world -- which are those in Pakistan, those in Morocco and those in Turkey -- in each case, people who present themselves to the electorate as Islamic democrats were far and away the most successful vote-getters every place they were allowed to run freely.
So in Morocco, for example, they finished third in the political race but they were only allowed to contest half the seats.
So had they contested a larger number of the seats, they would have done even better.
Now what I want to suggest to you is that the reason for hope in this case is that we are on the edge of a real transformation in the Muslim world.
And that's a transformation in which many sincerely believing Muslims -- who care very, very deeply about their traditions, who do not want to compromise those values -- believe, through the malleability of the technology of democracy and the malleability and synthetic capability of the technology of Islam, that these two ideas can work together.
Now what would that look like?
What does it mean to say that there's an Islamic democracy?
Well, one thing is, it's not going to look identical to democracy as we know it in the United States.
That may be a good thing, in light of some of the criticisms we've heard today -- for example, in the regulatory context -- of what democracy produces.
It will also not look exactly the way either the people in this room, or Muslims out in the rest of the world -- I don't mean to imply there aren't Muslims here, there probably are -- conceptualize Islam.
It will be transformative of Islam as well.
And as a result of this convergence, this synthetic attempt to make sense of these two ideas together, there's a real possibility that, instead of a clash of Islamic civilization -- if there is such a thing -- and democratic civilization -- if there is such a thing -- we'll in fact have close compatibility.
Now, I began with the war because it's the elephant in the room, and you can't pretend that there isn't about to be a war if you're talking about these issues. The war has tremendous risks for the model that I'm describing because it's very possible that as a consequence of a war, many Muslims will conclude that the United States is not the kind of place that they want to emulate with respect to its forms of political government.
On the other hand, there's a further possibility that many Americans, swept up in the fever of a war, will say, and feel, and think that Islam is the enemy somehow -- that Islam ought to be construed as the enemy.
And even though, for political tactical reasons, the president has been very, very good about saying that Islam is not the enemy, nonetheless, there's a natural impulse when one enters war to think of the other side as an enemy.
And one furthermore has the impulse to generalize, as much as possible, So the risks are very great.
On the other hand, the capacities for positive results in the aftermath of a war are also not to be underestimated, even by, and I would say especially by, people who are deeply skeptical about whether we should go to war in the first place.
Those who oppose the war ought to realize that if a war happens, it cannot be the right strategy, either pragmatically, or spiritually, or morally, to say after the war, "Well, let's let it all run itself out, and play out however it wants to play out, because we opposed the war in the first place."
That's not the way human circumstances operate.
You face the circumstances you have in front of you and you go forward.
for people who are skeptical about the war, it's especially important to recognize that in the aftermath of the war there is a possibility for the government of the United States and the Muslim peoples with whom it interacts to create real forms of government that are truly democratic and also truly Islamic.
And it is crucial -- it is crucial in a practical, activist way -- for people who care about these issues to make sure that within the technology of democracy, in this system, they exercise their preferences, their choices and their voices to encourage that outcome.
That's a hopeful message, but it's a message that's hopeful only if you understand it And I think that we are capable of taking on that obligation, but only if we put what we can into it.
And if we do, then I don't think that the hope will be unwarranted altogether.
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Iris and the rest, who were invited into the church, received an apple pie and tea.
It was a sister-san from the church who brought it.
Iris was about to screamãHuman!ãbut she held herself back for it wouldâve been rude.
Fortunately, she was the silent type and it ended up without a conversation.
How fortunate.
ãTasty! As tasty as chocolate!ã
Eclipse spoke with her mouth stuffed completely with the apple pie.
It was time to scold her for the lack of manners, but she looked too adorable to be scolded.
ãItâs delicious. Iâm making sweets as a hobby but this is a bit above my levelã
ãThe Cunningham Viscounty has always been famous for its apples. That being said, the Silverlight Barony didnât lose by too much in that regardã
ãAh, Iâve heard about it from my father. But there are no apple trees anymore.......but if we do plant some, we would be able to harvest delicious apples! After all, itâs a land filled with Iris-sama and Eclipse-samaâs magical power!ã
Sheryl took another piece with great expectations all over her face.
ãThatâs it, thatâs what I wanted to talk about. Iris and your little sister, Eclipse, right? Who are you?ã
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The Guardian Deity of this town, Roshe, smiled and directed her inquisitive eyes at them.
She successfully deceived the inquisitor that came some time ago.
However, thatâs because sheâs an idiot.
A casual answer wonât be able to deceive her.
ãIris and Eclipse are the Guardian Deities together with This Mistress. Iris was the one to resurrect This Mistress. She should be praisedã
ãOh, is that so.......I do indeed sense divine presence from themã
Said Roshe with interest.
Eclipse tilted her head with a confused face.
ãDivine presence? From Big Sister Iris and me?ã
ãYes. You are cherished by the people of the Silverlight Barony greatly ã
Come to think of it, the inquisitor, Katie, said something along those lines.
She let it slide the last time........but perhaps something inside her changed because of peopleâs faith.
ãBut there is something much more powerful than divine presence present in you. There are plenty of exceptions when a human becomes a god........arenât you a rare specimen?ã
ãDid you recognize our identity.......?ã
ãYes. But itâs alright. I donât plan to spread it. Well, even if I do spread the news, only selected few would be interestedã
ãAs expected of a goddess......defeated in one hit......ã
While feeling impressed, Iris also thought of the demons back at the Kurifot continent as pitiful.
If a demon becomes a Guardian Deity of a neighboring territory, no one minds it.
No one hates demons anymore.
No one cares enough.
If the demon race suddenly migrates here in its entirety, it might actually go quite smoothly.
ãThere are many kinds of gods. A former demon becoming a god is not that strange. Enough about that, when did you become a Guardian Deity, Roshe?ã
ãRight after you disappeared. Father ascended to become a god in Heaven, so I inherited his positionã
ãI see. So Gashe went to Heaven. In the past, we competed with our apples every year. This Mistress wants to try once againã
ãVisit me again in a few decades. At that time, everything would be possibleã
ãLooking forward to it. Sheryl. We are going to revive the apple gardens. Next time, This Mistress shall winã
ãYes, as you wish!ã
ãSure, I wonât lose.ã
Replied Roshe with expectation.
ãPunipuniã
Punigami, colored as an apple pie, raised his voice.
ãAh, okay. Itâs time we come home. We still have to finish the snowmanã
ãI see. You were pushing those snowballs to make a snowman. What a dynamic ideaã
Roshe seemed to be impressed.
ãItâs my ideaã
ãI see. What a brilliant mind you haveã
ãEheheã
Eclipse was happy to receive praise.
Roshe might look young but sheâs a proper human. Or more like a proper god.
ãCome to think of it. The village to the south of here suffers from the lack of water. If only I could bring snow there, but itâs rather difficult, as expectedã
Or so Roshe casually muttered.
And Iris casually thought.
If we bring these snowballs there, it should solve the problem.
However, the south is hot.
They would melt halfway.
But Irisâ magical power was immeasurable.
Everything is possible with magic.
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With smiles almost reaching their ears, Inglis and Rafinha received their food. This was the Knight Academyâs cafeteria. The both of them who had already devoured military rations waltzed to the cafeteriaâs aunty to get seconds.
ãHonestly, what good appetites you two have. I can make more, so eat more and get stronger!ã
ããYes!ãã
After they raised a cheerful reply, they walked back to their table.
ãA-, as always, the amount of food you eat is ridiculous... and itâs still morning.ã
Commented Leone who sat at the same table half in daze.
ãI-, itâs hard to believe all of those foods going into their stomachs.ã
Liselotte was as wide-eyed. She mustâve been quite surprised.
ãAnd they donât get fat at all even when they eat that much.ã
ãItâs very enviable, in a sense......ã
Lahti and Pullum were as amazed as the other two.
ãTell me about it. And then thereâs me whoâll easily gain extra meat if I eat even for just another spoonfulââã
Apparently, Leone easily got fat, and she was very envious of Inglis and Rafinha for it.
ãIs that so? Rather, Iâd like to have more meat myself, you know? Especially hereââã
Responded Rafinha as she patted her own chest.
ãJust how did you make them so big, Leone? Heey?ã
ãI-, I wish to know that too......!ã
Pullum whose body line was not all that different from Rafinhaâs also bit into the topic. Liselotteâs assets rested between the two factions, so they watched from the sideline.
ãH-, how would I know that. They were already like this before I realized it......ã
On the bosom of the embarrassed Leone, Rene was burying herself in solemnity.
ãHow envious~ I wish we could swap places.ã
ãYouâll get fat in no time if you eat like that with my body, you know?ã
ãSo, the one who wonât get fat but still has an incredible bust, Inglis, is the strongest?ã
ãHyau!? D-, donât grope my chest like itâs natural......!ã
ãIâm jealous, so isnât it fine!ã
ãGeez. At least limit it to only when taking bathââã
ãOh! So that means itâs okay to rub Glisâ chest as much as I want during bath?ã
ãNo, itâs not!ã
ãAhaha...... Still, is it okay to be eating now? Arenât we going to meet Sir Raphael after this?ã
Just as Leone said, as the Academyâs classes were canceled today, they had a plan to go to the city and meet up with Raphael. A few days passed since the incident during the presentation of tributes to the Highland, and Raphael had already returned to the Royal Capital.
His mission to transport the corpse of Prisma to a town bordering the neighboring country had succeeded without seeing many hitches. If they were going to meet up with him, he would surely treat them to food later.
ããYeah. Thatâs why itâs only three servings, why do you ask?ãã
Their speech implied that it was just common sense.
ãY-, you said itâs only three servings, huhââã
ãYour spending on food must be high if you eat that much.ã
ãThat is the truth. We once ran out of traveling expenses from overeating in the middle of our journey from our hometown to here.ã
Rafinha nodded at Lahtiâs remark.
ãAah. We did, didnât we?ã
ãThanks to Principal Miliera, we can eat in the cafeteria as much as we want now, butââitâs not permanent. Once the ticket is due, do we go to big brother Rafa and ask for food expenses from him?ã
ãThat isnât a bad idea either.ã
ãA~ah. If only we could get some awesome reward from the incident from before.ã
ãThereâs no helping it. To the public, nothing actually happened that day, right?ã
ãYeah. So it seemed.ã
Inglis affirmed Leoneâs words. Apparently, the incident that happened during the absence of Raphael and most of the Knights was treated as though ânothing happenedâ in the publicâs eye.
Prime Minister Altheaâs subordinate Knights went against the order and attempted to assassinate the Special Envoy Myynti, and Myynti himself ordered a Rune Eater to hunt innocent Knights in the capital night after night for his research purposes. Either of those could worsen the already muddled political weather, with the fear of armed conflicts rising throughout the Kingdom lest they were made public.
Neither the Highland nor the Kingdom wished that to happen. It would be hard to blame everything on the Ironblood Chain Brigade like what they did in Rahalâs case this time around. With the death of the Special Envoy Myynti, Prime Minister Althea and the Knights that accompanied him would be condemned for not protecting him despite being the responsible party.
Treating the incident as nothing of note would be best for all parties involved. As a result, Inglis and the othersâ involvement in the whole ordeal couldnât be made public either. However, that didnât mean their contributions could be swept under the rag; Inglis and her group were to be invited to a ball party in the royal castle.
Today they were going out to choose the dress to attend that party. Inglis and her friends didnât have the money for that, so Raphael would pay for them.
ãOkay. Itâs time to go, Glis, Leone. Since itâs the Royal Capital, Iâm sure they would have bigger selections in their shops. I canât wait.ã
ãYeah. I look forward to it too.ã
Inglis liked to dress up, as she always did.
ãIt sure is surprising. Inglis, youâre not interested in romance, but you really like to dress up, huh?ã
ãItâs enjoyable to see myself and feel content. Itâs nothing but self-satisfaction.ã
ãI-, I see now......ã
ãGlis looks good in anything, so dolling her up is fun! Now, letâs go.ã
Inglis and her group left the campus grounds and waited for Raphael to pick them up in front of the gate. However, the ones who appeared wereââ
ãOh! Hey girls~!ã
ãLong time no see.ã
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âDue to its high potency, it is in high demand. However, it is not known where exactly they will grow, and they never grow in great quantities. In other words, they are very rare medicinal plants. And being rare and in high demand results in them being very expensive.â
âRare...â
In Japan, you could see aloe growing almost anywhere.
They were usually spotted in places that got a lot of sun. And since they could be planted in simple pots, they were common in most households.
However, the effect and rarity of this plant was very different.
Also, perhaps the climate in this world was not very suited for aloes to grow.
âI had been hoping that you would be able to make something for our storages...but I never expected something so valuable...â
â...How valuable are we talking?â
âIndeed... The Loe that you created has over ten leaves. You could build a house off of the profit.â
â...A house...â
It was that valuable...
âSo, do you think that I could start a business by selling medicinal plants...â
âIndeed. Even if itâs not Loe, I think that it can be done. At least, if you can make them easily with your Gift, you could start a business without any funds.â
âMr. Takumi. Are you going to make a business selling medicinal plants?â
â...No. I havenât decided anything yet. But I know that now that I am in this world, I canât just allow you and the others to help me. I need to work... That is what I think.â
You could not take advantage of someoneâs kindness.
But more importantly, I didnât think that I would be able to bear the thought of not even working while relying on them.
Perhaps it was because I had been doing nothing but work in my old world... And so it made me uncomfortable to be idle.
Was this what they called a workaholic?
I did intend on taking things easy, but I didnât want to live without working at all.
Besides, if I could use Weed Cultivation to grow and sell medicinal plants, then I could make money without too much work.
And it might lead to finding other ways to make the most of my ability.
â...Obviously, if you sold only Loe, the price would fall greatly and it could disrupt the market.â
âYes. ...Mr. Takumi, for now, could we add this Loe to our storage for medicine?â
âOh, yes. Of course, I donât mind. That was my intention in the first place.â
âThank you. Also, if you do decide to use your ability to start a business, then please tell me. I will think of a good way to do it.â
I had not known about the value of Loe, but perhaps I could give it to them as a way of paying rent for now.
In any case, it seemed like Ms. Claire had some idea when it came to starting a business.
As for me, including my part time jobs and full time work, I had always been far away from anything related to customer service and trade.
And so if Ms. Claire knew the best way to go about it, I would leave everything in her hands.
Besides, I didnât like the idea of negotiating.
âEarlier, Sebastian said something about disrupting the market. Is this for cases where I make great quantities of them through Weed Cultivation and sell them?â
âYes. If something used to be rare, then it would cause great confusion if there is suddenly so much of it available.â
Yes, that did make sense.
There was no doubt that all the merchants who had been trading it would become frantic.
Sebastian and Ms. Claire nodded.
âAnd so I have an idea. We, the Liebert family, will take charge of this business of selling the medicinal plants.â
âThe Liebert family. The dukeâs house?â
âYes, thatâs right.â
âI see...so thatâs what you mean.â
While Sebastian seemed to think this was a good idea, what did it mean to have a Dukeâs house take charge?
In the first place, was a duke even allowed to start a business like this?
âThe Liebert family already has various businesses, both in and outside of our lands. After all, there are expenses that the taxes we receive as landlords will not cover, such as maintaining the lifestyle of nobles... Most of the tax money goes to the army, which guarantees the safety of these lands. And so we are living off the profits from these businesses.â
âIs that so?â
âYes. Of course, there are other nobles who do not have businesses. Instead, they raise their taxes and live off of that. It is their choice to conduct or not conduct business, just as it is their choice to raise taxes. That being said, the royal family may intervene, if taxes are raised to the point where the people can barely survive.â
âWell, there are also plenty of nobles who squeeze all they can from their people and fill their coffers, while hiding it cleverly.â
â...I see.â
So the noble landlords could raise taxes as they pleased.
And they could also start businesses.
In other words, they had a choice over how they would maintain their lifestyle as nobles.
As long as you werenât so extreme that the royal family was alerted.
Ms. Claire talked of greedy nobles who filled their coffers. It was hardly a surprise.
âThe Liebert family has always tried to keep taxes as low as possible for the benefit of our people. Thankfully, past heads of the family, as well as the current one...my father, and others around him, have had the talent for trade. And so we make more than enough in profits.â
Well, they were living in this huge mansion.
So they must be making a lot of money.
Now that I thought about it, perhaps their father was constantly talking about having Ms. Claire and Tilura get married, because it would help with his business.
However, I had never met the man, so I had no way of knowing the truth.
But I had a very bad impression of strategic marriages... Perhaps it was just my prejudice. | {
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Are we agreed? Yes?
Then let's begin.
Have you ever eaten a booger long past your childhood?
It's okay, it's safe here.
Have you ever made a small, weird sound when you remembered something embarrassing?
Have you ever purposely lowercased the first letter of a text in order to come across as sad or disappointed?
Okay.
Have you ever ended a text with a period as a sign of aggression? Okay. Period.
Have you ever laughed or smiled when someone said something shitty to you and then spent the rest of the day wondering why you reacted that way?
Yes.
Have you ever seemed to lose your airplane ticket a thousand times as you walked from the check-in to the gate?
Yes.
Have you ever put on a pair of pants and then much later realized that there was a loose sock smushed up against your thigh?
Good.
Have you ever tried to guess someone else's password so many times that it locked their account?
Mmm.
Have you ever had a nagging feeling that one day you will be discovered as a fraud?
Yes, it's safe here.
Have you ever hoped that there was some ability you hadn't discovered yet that you were just naturally great at?
Mmm.
Have you ever broken something in real life, and then found yourself looking for an "undo" button in real life?
Have you ever misplaced your TED badge and then immediately started imagining what a three-day Vancouver vacation might look like? Have you ever marveled at how someone you thought was so ordinary could suddenly become so beautiful?
Have you ever stared at your phone smiling like an idiot while texting with someone?
Have you ever subsequently texted that person the phrase "I'm staring at the phone smiling like an idiot"?
Have you ever been tempted to, and then gave in to the temptation, of looking through someone else's phone?
Have you ever had a conversation with yourself and then suddenly realized you're a real asshole to yourself?
Has your phone ever run out of battery and it sort of felt like the phone was breaking up with both of you?
that working on an issue between you was futile because it should just be easier than this, or this is supposed to happen just naturally?
Have you ever realized that very little, in the long run, just happens naturally?
Have you ever woken up blissfully and suddenly been flooded by the awful remembrance that someone had left you?
Have you ever lost the ability to imagine a future without a person that no longer was in your life?
Have you ever looked back on that event with the sad smile of autumn and the realization that futures will happen regardless?
Congratulations.
You have now completed the test.
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There was still no grass around here, only wilderness.
In other words, it was okay to rampage on a big scale. It wonât bring any harm to nature.
Marion and Jessica landed too following Iris.
ãFufun. Are you okay with such a deserted place to be your grave? ã
Said Marion in a voice full of confidence.
That being said, only her voice was full of confidence as her limbs kept trembling.
Most likely, she tries to show off before her mother.
Itâs kinda cute.
ãWell then, the one, who loses his consciousness or dies, loses. Since Iâm going to be present, do your best, you twoã
As usual, Jessica nonchalantly said something dangerous.
Iris didnât plan to die as well as she didnât plan to kill someone for such a stupid reason.
Letâs somehow make her cry and admit defeat.
ãAll right then. Itâs going to be dangerous, so Punigami should stay awayã
ãEh, Punigami, you want to fight too? You canât. Here, donât be so persistent...ei! ã
Iris gently pushed Punigami away.
Since his body was round, he rolled away in an amusing manner.
ãAlright. Letâs beginã
ãY-You can come at me anytime!ã
Marionâs voice wavered ever so slightly.
Perhaps, her trauma from the previous two times was showing itself.
Most likely, she planned to have Jessica fight instead of her when she came back home in tears.
However, Jessica, who deeply cherished her pride as a dragon, didnât agree to this and put Marion through hellish training as she tried to arrange a rematchâor so Iris speculated.
With her being so pitiful, letâs end this swiftly.
Iris energetically jumped and headbutted Marion.
ãGueee!ã
Marion let out a scream of pain.
However, that wasnât an end of Irisâ assault. She grabbed Marion by her cheeks and twisted.
ãAtatatata, itatatata!ã
ãDo you surrender, do you surrender!?ã
ãNot yet!ã
ãSuch a stubborn fellow!ã
Marion was completely in tears.
Iris felt like she became a bully.
However, if she were to give up so quickly, Jessica wonât forgive Marion.
ãMarion, do your bestã
Jessica swung her tail as she tried to encourage her daughter. It seems that she wanted for this to keep going.
ãUu......how about this! ã
Marion rolled on the ground trying to crush Iris between her and the ground.
However, no matter how heavy the dragon is, it wonât be enough to cause Iris to collapse.
She didnât mind and kept twisting Marionâs cheeks.
ãIt huuuuurts! Mou! Let go, let go of meeee! ã
ãI will when you surrenderã
ãMother will be angry if I give up!ã
Marion screamed as she rolled around.
A considerable centrifugal force was applied to Irisâ body.
Nevertheless, she didnât let go.
ãUwaaaa, you are too persistent for a little girl!ã
Marion flapped her wings as she screamed and made an acrobatic turn in the air.
Then, she followed by spitting fire from her mouth.
ãAchichiã
Iris, who was near the mouth, was hit by tremendous heat.
That being said, that was nothing more than just fire. ãAchichiãwould be enough even without a barrier.
ãAh, my clothes caught on fire because of my carelessness!ã
ãAhaha, idiot, idiot! Nudist! ã
Marion said as if she was having fun.
Irisâ clothes completely vanished in the fire.
That was my only pair.
I only have my pajamas beside that.
ãI wonât be lenient anymore!ã
The angry Iris released a strong slap on Marionâs cheek.
It was accompanied by a deafening sound.
Marionâs screamedãHogo! ãher eyes turned white, and her giant body fell on the ground.
The ground trembled and a big cloud of dust appeared.
In the middle of it, Iris grabbed Marionâs tail and pulled with all her might.
Marion turned into a curved shrimp! []
ãHogyaaa! You canât, stooop, a dragonâs body doesnât bend that way! ã
ãI will if you give upã
ãGive, I give up! I surrender! So stop hurting meee! ã
Once she heard that, Iris let go.
Having regained her freedom, Marion ran towards her mother in tears.
ãMotheeer, sorry, I lost!ã
ãAlright, alright. Although itâs regretful, you did your best. Iris-chan is just slightly overpoweredã
Surprisingly, Jessica didnât scold her defeated daughter but instead patted her on the head with her wings.
She seemed to be the type of dragon that could give her approval if you approached the matter seriously.
ãAll right then. My daughter did her best.......and now itâs my turn. Fight me, Iris-chan! ã
ãUn.....sounds troublesome.....ã
With Jessica showing so much concern about dragonsâ honor, she couldnât go back defeated.
ãWell. itâs okay, I guess. But would that really be the last time? ã
ãYes, thatâs fine. You should stay back, Marion......well then, here I goã
Red magical power gathered in Jessicaâs mouth.
Dragon Breath......or so Iris thought.
Several magic circles materialized around her.
Twenty four in total.
Red magical power overflowed from the magic circles as they released scorching beams at Iris.
Their power was in a different league compared to Marionâs Dragon Breath.
However, in addition to the twenty four beams, there was one more coming from Jessicaâs mouth.
Quality and number, both were absolutely different from Marionâs.
A world-shaking explosion occurred.
However, Iris completely guarded against it with her barrier.
Not even a single spark landed on her.
ãAra.....I must admit I didnât expect you to guard against it......ã
Jessica let out a voice of hesitation.
ãJessica-san is indeed in a different league compared to Marion. However, as an opponent, you are no different. Alright, letâs end thisã
Iris unleashed rainbow-colored magical power from her body.
Then, she cast a gravity manipulation spell.
She increased gravity ten times below Jessicaâs feet.
ãNah!ã
Jessica couldnât endure the sudden weight and collapsed on the ground.
She did her best to stand up but she felt ten times heavier than usual.
It wasnât that easy to stand with these conditions.
ãMom!ã
Marion approached her mother trying to save her.
However, because of that she was hit by the tenfold gravity and sprawled right next to her mother.
ãGununu.....heavy......ã
ãMarion! Kuh......this gravity magic.....isnât supposed to last for long, I think.......! ã
Jessica, even in pain, created twenty four magic circles one again and bombarded Iris.
But every single one of them was deflected by a barrier and didnât reach her.
ãI canât be.....using gravity magic and defensive barrier at the same time.......moreover, this magical power......Iris-chan, are you a demon........?ã
ãSo youâve found out. Yes, Iâm a demon. The daughter of the Great Demon King. What are you going to do? Do you still want to fight? I still have some strength to spareã
Iris strengthened the rainbow-colored magical power radiating from her body as a display of power.
The wilderness shined brightly.
Even Iris considered it too bright, so she closed her eyes.
ãNo.....I surrender......Itâs my lossã
And so it was settled.
Iris returned the gravity to normal.
After that, Jessica raised her body......however, she immediately lowered her head and said in a submissive voice.
ãIris of the demon race. I hereby swear loyalty to youã
ãUn. Donât mess with that village anymore.....wait, loyalty!?ã
The conversation became complicated once again.
Come to think of it, at first, Punigami tried to pledge his allegiance too.
Perhaps, itâs normal for monsters to pledge themselves to demons.
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Indeed, it drives me so nuts, let me just change this little fact here.
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Perfect.
Okay, speaker Lawrence Lessig, right.
Okay.
Finally, truth will be brought here.
Okay, see? It's done. It's almost done. Here we go.
"... Youngest Republican," okay, we're finished.
That's it. Please save this.
Great, here we go.
And ... Wikipedia is fixed, finally.
Okay, but no, this is really besides the point.
But the thing I want you to think about when we think about conservatives -- not so much this issue of the 1980 convention -- the thing to think about is this: They go to church.
Now, you know, I mean, a lot of people go to church.
I'm not talking about that only conservatives go to church.
And I'm not talking about the God thing.
I don't want to get into that, you know; that's not my point.
They go to church, by which I mean, they do lots of things for free for each other.
They hold potluck dinners.
Indeed, they sell books about potluck dinners.
They serve food to poor people.
They share, they give, they give away for free.
And it's the very same people leading Wall Street firms who, on Sundays, show up and share.
And not only food, right.
These very same people are strong believers, in lots of contexts, in the limits on the markets.
They are in many important places against markets.
Indeed, they, like all of us, celebrate this kind of relationship.
let money drop into that relationship, else it turns into something like this.
They want to regulate us, those conservatives, to stop us from allowing the market to spread in those places.
Because they understand: There are places for the market and places where the market should not exist, where we should be free to enjoy the fellowship of others.
And the second great thing about conservatives: they get ecology.
Right, it was the first great Republican president of the 20th century who taught us about environmental thinking -- Teddy Roosevelt.
in the context of natural resources.
And then they began to teach us in the context of innovation, economics.
They understand, in that context, "free." They understand "free" is an important essential part of the cultural ecology as well.
That's the thing I want you to think about them.
Now, I know you don't believe me, really, here.
So here's exhibit number one.
I want to share with you my latest hero, Julian Sanchez, a libertarian who works at the, for many people, "evil" Cato Institute.
Okay, so Julian made this video.
He's a terrible producer of videos, but it's great content, so I'm going to give you a little bit of it.
So here he is beginning.
Julian Sanchez: I'm going to make an observation about the way remix culture seems to be evolving ...
Larry Lessig: So what he does is he begins to tell us about these three videos.
This is this fantastic Brat Pack remix set to Lisztomania.
Which, of course, spread virally.
Hugely successful.
And then some people from Brooklyn saw it.
They decided they wanted to do the same.
And then, of course, people from San Fransisco saw it.
And San Franciscans thought they had to do the same as well.
And so they're beautiful, but this libertarian has some important lessons he wants us to learn from this.
Here's lesson number one.
JS: There's obviously also something really deeply great about this.
They are acting in the sense that they're emulating the original mashup.
And the guy who shot it obviously has a strong eye and some experience with video editing.
But this is also basically just a group of friends having an authentic social moment and screwing around together.
It should feel familiar and kind of resonate for anyone who's had a sing-a-long or a dance party with a group of good friends.
LL: Or ...
JS: So that's importantly different from the earlier videos we looked at because here, remix isn't just about an individual doing something alone in his basement; it becomes an act of social creativity.
And it's not just that it yields a different kind of product at the end, it's that potentially it changes the way that we relate to each other.
All of our normal social interactions become a kind of invitation to this sort of collective expression.
It's our real social lives themselves that are transmuted into art.
LL: And so then, what this libertarian draws from these two points ...
JS: One remix is about individuals using our shared culture as a kind of language to communicate something to an audience.
Stage two, social remix, is really about using it to mediate people's relationships to each other.
First, within each video, the Brat Pack characters are used as a kind of template for performing the social reality of each group.
But there's also a dialogue between the videos, where, once the basic structure is established, it becomes a kind of platform for articulating the similarities and differences between the groups' social and physical worlds.
LL: And then, here's for me, the critical key to what Julian has to say ...
JS: Copyright policy isn't just about how to incentivize the production of a certain kind of artistic commodity; it's about what level of control we're going to permit to be exercised over our social realities -- social realities that are now inevitably permeated by pop culture.
I think it's important that we keep these two different kinds of public goods in mind.
If we're only focused on how to maximize the supply of one, I think we risk suppressing this different and richer and, in some ways, maybe even more important one.
LL: Right. Bingo. Point.
Freedom needs this opportunity to both have the commercial success of the great commercial works and the opportunity to build this different kind of culture.
And for that to happen, you need ideas like fair use to be central and protected, to enable this kind of innovation, as this libertarian tells us, between these two creative cultures, a commercial and a sharing culture.
The point is they, he, here, gets that culture.
Now, my concern is, we Dems, too often, not so much.
All right, take for example this great company.
In the good old days when this Republican ran that company, their greatest work was work that built on the past, right.
All of the great Disney works were works that took works that were in the public domain and remixed them, or waited until they entered the public domain to remix them, to celebrate this add-on remix creativity.
Indeed, Mickey Mouse himself, of course, as "Steamboat Willie," is a remix of the then, very dominant, very popular "Steamboat Bill" by Buster Keaton.
This man was a remixer extraordinaire.
He is the celebration and ideal of exactly this kind of creativity.
But then the company passes through this dark stage to this Democrat.
Wildly different.
This is the mastermind behind the eventual passage of what we call the Sonny Bono Copyright Term Extension Act, extending the term of existing copyrights by 20 years, so that no one could do to Disney what Disney did to the Brothers Grimm.
Now, when we tried to challenge this, going to the Supreme Court, getting the Supreme Court, the bunch of conservatives there -- we had the assistance of Nobel Prize winners including this right-wing Nobel Prize winner, Milton Friedman, who said he would join our brief only if the word "no brainer" was in the brief somewhere.
But apparently, no brains existed in this place when Democrats passed and signed this bill into law.
Now, tiny little quibble of a footnote: Sonny Bono, you might say, was a Republican, but I don't buy it.
This guy is no Republican.
Okay, for a second example, think about this cultural hero, icon on the Left, creator of this character.
Look at the site that he built: "Star Wars" MashUps, inviting people to come and use their creative energy to produce a new generation of attention towards this extraordinarily important cultural icon.
Read the license.
The license for these remixers assigns all of the rights to the remix back to Lucas.
The mashup is owned by Lucas.
Indeed, anything you add to the mashup, music you might add, Lucas has a worldwide perpetual right to exploit that for free.
There is no creator here to be recognized.
The creator doesn't have any rights.
The creator is a sharecropper in this story.
And we should remember who employed the sharecroppers: the Democrats, right?
So the point is the Republicans here recognize that there's a certain need of ownership, a respect for ownership, the respect we should give the creator, the remixer, the owner, the property owner, the copyright owner of this extraordinarily powerful stuff, and not a generation of sharecroppers.
Now, I think there are lessons we should learn here, lessons about openness.
Our lives are sharing activities, at least in part.
Even for the head of Goldman Sachs, at least in part.
And for that sharing activity to happen, we have to have well-protected spaces of fair use.
That's number one. Number two: This ecology of sharing needs freedom within which to create.
Freedom, which means without permission from anyone, the ability to create.
And number three: We need to respect the creator, the creator of these remixes through rights that are directly tied to them.
Now, this explains the right-wing nonprofit Creative Commons.
Actually, it's not a right-wing nonprofit, but of course -- let me just tie it here -- the Creative Commons, which is offering authors this simple way to mark their content with the freedoms they intended to carry.
So that we go from a "all rights reserved" world to a "some rights reserved" world building and creating on the basis of this creative copyrighted work.
These tools that we built enable this sharing in parts through licenses that make it clear and a freedom to create without requiring permission first because the permission has already been granted and a respect for the creator because it builds upon a copyright the creator has licensed freely.
And it explains the vast right-wing conspiracy that's obviously developed around these licenses, as now more than 350 million digital objects are out there, licensed freely in this way.
Now that picture of an ecology of creativity, the picture of an ecology of balanced creativity, is that the ecology of creativity we have right now?
Well, as you all know, not many of us believe we do.
I tripped on the reality of this ecology of creativity just last week.
I created a video which was based on a Wireside Chat that I'd given, and I uploaded it to YouTube.
I then got this email from YouTube weirdly notifying me that there was content in that owned by the mysterious WMG that matched their content ID.
So I didn't think much about it.
And then on Twitter, somebody said to me, "Your talk on YouTube was DMCA'd. Was that your purpose?"
imagining that I had this deep conspiracy to reveal the obvious flaws in the DMCA.
But then I went to the site and all of the audio in my site had been silenced.
My whole 45-minute video had been silenced because there were snippets in that video, a video about fair use, that included Warner Music Group music.
Now, interestingly, they still sold ads for that music, if you played the silent video.
You could still buy the music, but you couldn't hear anything because it had been silenced.
So I did what the current regime says I must do to be free to use YouTube to talk about fair use.
I went to this site, and I had to answer these questions.
And then in an extraordinarily Bart Simpson-like, juvenile way you've actually got to type out these words and get them right to reassert your freedom to speak.
And I felt like I was in third grade again.
"I will not put tacks on the teacher's chair.
I will not put tacks on the teacher's chair."
This is absurd.
It is outrageous.
It is an extraordinary perversion of the system of freedom we should be encouraging.
And the question I ask you is: Who's fighting it?
Well, interestingly, in the last presidential election, who was the number one, active opponent of this system of regulation in online speech?
John McCain.
Letter after letter attacking YouTube's refusal to be more respectful of fair use with their extraordinary notice and take down system, that led his campaign so many times to be thrown off the Internet.
Now, that was the story of me then, my good old days of right-wing lunacy.
Let me come back to now, now when I'm a little leftist -- I'm certainly left-handed, so at least a lefty -- And I wonder, can we on the Left expect to build this ecology of freedom, now, in a world where we know the extraordinarily powerful influences against it, where even icons of the Left like this entertain and push bills that would effectively ban the requirement of open access for government-funded research?
The president, who has supported a process that secretly negotiates agreements, which effectively lock us into the insane system of DMCA that we have adopted and likely lock us down a path of three strikes, you're out that, of course, the rest of the world are increasingly adopting.
Not a single example of reform has been produced yet.
in this system anytime soon.
So here's the lessons of openness that I think we need to learn.
Openness is a commitment to a certain set of values.
We need to speak of those values.
The value of freedom. It's a value of community.
It's a value of the limits in regulation.
It's a value respecting the creator.
Now, if we can learn those values if we can take them and incorporate them, maybe we could do a little trade.
We learn those values on the Left, and maybe they'll do health care or global warming legislation or something in the Right.
Anyway, please join me in teaching these values.
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The bustling I heard when I departed the kingdom was replaced with the silence only interrupted by the singing of birds.
âTomorrow at noon, the kingdomâs army is supposed to intercept the Demon Lordâs army on the flat lands. Meanwhile, we will take a detour through these mountains and launch a surprise attack on the place Figueroa is at, as its defence should have become lower.â
âA surprise attack is rather unfair.â
Thatâs what I, a demon, is saying......
Eh, at my present words Bertraâs expression distorted, do you also not like this crooked strategy?
âAs a knight, I donât like it either, but it canât be helped. If we donât do this we wonât be able to fight with just this number of people and Figueroaâs unique magic is too powerful so we have to defeat him in a single blow.â
Well, that certainly is an effective strategy against an opponent like Figueroa. On flat land his unique magic is rather weak, however, in the mountains surrounded by rock he can make the most use of it and that battle maniacâs habit is to only fight in advantageous places~. A coward that loves to fight...... Thatâs my evaluation of that guy.
âHey~ Hey~ Thereâs something Iâve been wondering about since forever. What kind of person is Figueroa? Also, whatâs unique magic?â
âYou donât even know that? One of the four Demonic Heavenly Kings, âRed Stone Figueroaâ, a giant with four yes and four arms. Unique magic is something only those rarely born with it can use. Figueroaâs unique magic is that he can freely control the hardness of stone. He can make it as soft as clay or as hard as Orichalcum.â
The origin of the name Red Stone comes from the fact that the stones that get influenced by his magical power shine red, so I arbitrarily called him that. Thanks to that guy, it was fairly easy to make the current Demon Lordâs Castle. If we didnât have that power then it might still be under construction.
âOh~ I see~ Certainly, I donât know how to use that magicâ
That lass hit her hand with her fist apparently having understood something, but this time I raised a question.
âHow do you know how to use magic and sorcery in the first place? Why donât you know about Unique Magic?â
Erin tilted her head having a puzzled expression. Is doing that while thinking her habit?
âThatâs right, why is that...... Hm~~~m......I donât really know!â
âYou donât really know, you say?! Donât end it like that!â
âBut, when I think about this the inside of my head gets~ all messed up~ and Iâll get a really painful headache.â
Itâs no use, in various ways.
âIâm more curious about why you know so much about Figueroa. Whatâs more, compared to an average person, you have more than basic magical power and your muscles seem as tempered as a soldierâs......â
âUh!â
Crap, she was talking like a river! I have to somehow deceive her.
âA-about that~.....Uhm..... Thatâs it! Iâm a Four Demonic Heavenly Kings enthusiast, I know quite a bit from rumours I heard from travellers. Since magical power is inherent, it couldnât be helped! And about my body~~~~S-see, I told you that my body is weak, right? I thought I should train a little! I trained in secret!â
Howâs that?! Was I able to deceive her now?!
âHaah, I see......â
Can I leave it at that?...... It doesnât look like it, Bertraâs eyes still look doubtful. Isnât there anything else?...... Somethingâ
ââ!? Dale! From above!â
âHe? Guka! Guhe!!â
As Erin rammed my body while I was lost in thoughts the place I was previously exploded. Normally Iâd think Erin saved me, but she landed a critical hit on my solar plexus, pushed me off the horse and made me hit my head on something like a stone. I donât know if one can call that saving.
âAre that humans over there?âWas it those two low-class demons who attacked us?! You~ What makes you attack me even though you are just low ranksâ Right, I should use this battle to tell them about my situation!
âIs it this areaâs patrol?!â
Crap, that Bertra seems eager.
âWait! Leave it to me!â
If you fight I might not be able to tell them about me!
âItâs my turn!â
You, tooâ!!
âN-no, Iâd like to test out my own power once, since I was chosen by the Angelâs Sword after much hardship.â
âHaah......â
âNo, no, if itâs the current Dale......â
Those two look at me as if Iâm completely weak. It canât be helped as thatâs what I conveyed with my words and actions, but I have to do this now!
âShut up! Here I goooooo! Oriyaaaa!!â
I adjusted the angle of the sword so that I could get as close as possible to them.......
âGigi-!â
Alright, I successfully got close to him. Now Iâll speak in a low voice so that those two wonât be able to hear.
âOi, listen to what I have to sayâ
âHah?â
âI may look like this, but Iâm Dalewatts! Didnât you hear anything from Alfred or Annanet?!â
âWhat are you saying?! Dalewatts-sama is in the Demon Lordâs Castle! I canât forgive a human like you to utter Dalewatts-samaâs name!â
As I thought, thereâs another me, huh? What are Alfred and Annanet doing?
â****!! Huh, Uoooh, Iâm getting overpowered more than I expected. If itâs like this then, Fire Ball!â
Eh? Thereâs only a small flame on my fingertip? Why?
âFire Ball!â
As I thought, thereâs only a small flame coming out...... Weird, normally I should be able to let out a much bigger Fire Ball!?
âHyahahahaha! Whatâs with this?! Thatâs how a Fireball is supposed to be! â Fire Ball!â
Though I was able to avoid it, if it hit me I would have died!
Huh, the other one is preparing to shoot magic as well!? This is bad, I canât avoid that!
âWhat are you playing around for? Haah!â
Bertra cut down those two instantly. I unconsciously thought she was cool, even if sheâs a human.......
Compared to her Iâm unsightly. What an unsightly form I exposed.
âOh~ Bell, amazing~ââThis much is normal, rather......â
Uuh, it hurts, Bertraâs gaze hurts a lot more than the scratch I received just now!
âDonât look at me like that, in the first place, didnât I have more than enough magical power?!! Why can I only do this now......â
That flame is only useful for lighting a campfire.
âIsnât it natural, because I absorbed the magical power? Unless I send you magical power Dale is just a normal human~â
âThough you said I became a hero, why did you weaken me?!â
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Grace said after wandering around the labyrinth for about an hour since leaving the break room.
They encountered the ochre boar twice and passed by other adventurers.
âI havenât seen a blue deer at all.â
âIs that rare?â
âNo, I heard there are more blue deer around here.â
Mitrof had been thinking about trying to hunt blue deer since he couldnât make much progress with the ochre boar. If they couldnât find any, it would be a disappointment.
The spoils from the ochre boars were already enough. Canule carried a bundle of tied tusks on her back, but if the load became too heavy, it would hinder their movements in case of emergency.
If they could fight and confirm the ecology of the blue deer, they wouldnât mind turning back. However, there was no sighting of the blue deer.
â...If we canât find any, then we canât help itâletâs head back.â
Mitrof and Canule had no objection.
Mitrof didnât feel particularly tired. He was used to facing opponents such as kobolds and fangs on Graceâs watchful eyes, and the ochre boar was no exception.
However, he was worried about Canule, who was entering the labyrinth for the first time. Although she seemed to behave calmly, her face was completely hidden under her hood, making it difficult to read her expression from her skeletal head.
Considering the mental and physical exhaustion he experienced when he first entered the labyrinth, Mitrof felt that it was time to return to the surface, even though he didnât participate in the combat.
The three of them retraced their steps. As usual, they saw ochre boars, but the blue deer were nowhere to be seen. And when they reached the fourth floor, Mitrof became busy dealing with the kobolds and fangs.
Finally, they returned safely to the surface.
Canule had the items they collected evaluated for sale, and while waiting, Grace approached the receptionist to ask some questions. The receptionist chuckled, pushing her oversized glasses up from her nose.
âActually, we are still investigating that matterâwe have had reports of a decrease in blue deer for a while now, but it seems they have finally disappeared completely.â
â...Completely?â Grace repeated.
âYes, completely,â the receptionist answered with a smile.
âIsnât that an abnormal situation?â
At Mitrofâs question, the receptionist chuckled.
âTo be honest, we donât knowâwe hardly understand anything about the labyrinthâwhy do monsters inhabit it?âWhy do their numbers return even after we defeat them? What lies underground? âWeâre stumped as to where to draw the line for an abnormal situation, given our lack of understandingâbesides, âshe paused for a moment, then continued, âEven if this is an abnormal situation, we donât know how to resolve it.â
It was stated clearly.
Mitrof pinched his nose and nodded, âYeah, I see.â
The guild did not know everything about the labyrinth, nor did they manage the ecosystem of monsters. Their job was to manage adventurers who went into the labyrinth, to assist in their exploration, and to buy their produce. Even if monsters disappeared, there was nothing they could do about it.
A dwarf hobbit(å°äººãããã) in work clothes rushed over to the receptionist and handed her a document.
âOh, we received an evaluation from the appraisal departmentâplease check it.â
Mitrof took it and glanced over the evaluation, which was the most profitable result from their exploration yet. The ochre boarâs horn was worth a good price.
After sharing it with Grace and Canule and signing it, the receptionist prepared the cash and changed the subject.
âBy the way, the ancient relic that was requested for appraisal the other day turned out to be the Magic Book.â
âOh, that sounds expensive.â
Even Mitrof, who was unfamiliar with labyrinths and relics, knew about the magic book. It contained ancient wisdom and could perform miracles beyond oneâs imagination through the use of magic.
However, it was not something that ordinary people could easily use. It was said that only those who received rigorous training in a magicianâs tower were allowed to use this secret technique.
Mitrof was ecstatic at the thought of the treasure, but the receptionist lowered her glasses and smiled wryly.
âIt is undoubtedly rare, but apparently it contained âImage Projection Lycalil.â It is considered âcommon life magicâ that is not highly sought after in the magicianâs tower, so it may not be as valuable as you might expect.â
â...Ah, I see.â
Even in the case of a magical book relic, there were hits and misses. Mitrof was disappointed, as he had secretly hoped for something more valuable.
âWhat would you like to do?âYou can request the magicianâs tower to buy it, or you can put it up for auction at the guild.â
Mitrof turned to Grace. Since they had found it together, he couldnât make a decision on his own.
However, Grace seemed to pay little attention to the conversation between Mitrof and the receptionist and was slightly hunched over, lost in thought.
âGrace, what do you think?â
â...Hm? What about?â
âThe magic bookâwe could auction it off.â
âIâm not familiar with the details of the financial systemâitâs better if Mitrof decides.â
She answered absentmindedly.
Mitrof rubbed his chin in concern.
âFor now, can we put it on hold?âIt would be helpful if you could keep it for a while.â
âI understand. But please give us an answer soonâhereâs the payment for this purchase.â
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âI donât really mind though.â
That night, I entered the bath with Finia and Michelle and told them about the tragedy that happened earlier.
The trio was beaten up a step short of death and were released after Cloudâs mediation, but I worried if they would give up on being Adventurers after this experience. But this was still their masterâs duty. I decided to leave it to Cloud, expecting his aftercare to do the job. This was an experience too.
âMichelle, you should be more careful.â
âHuh, but it hurts when the bowstring hits them, so it has its disadvantages, you know?â
âOh, is that supposed to be sarcasm? If Cortina heard it she would tremble in rage.â
âDonât tell her. If Lady Cortina put her eyes on me Iâd be met with misfortune!â
âI have to report that part too.â
âPlease donât for real!â
We talked about such things while being all foamy after overusing the soap in the bath.
Gadiusâ inn was quite famous, so this much soap was still reserved as an extra. There was also the Floating Wakame shampoo here, so it was famed among female Adventurers.
But now, there was no one but us here. It was rare for a popular inn like this.
âWill they quit being Adventurers I wonder? If so, it would be quite a pity.â
âYouâre too kind, Michelle. Whether they give up or not depends on their luck, doesnât it?â
âBut Iâm of the same opinion as Michelle. Itâs a bit too cruel.â
âEven you, Finia? Canât be helped. Iâll go and warn everyone tomorrow. Doubt they will listen to me much.â
âPlease do that.â
âYeah. Everyone has to get along.â
Michelle returned to washing her body with a smug face. She turned her face away and rubbed her arms with a soft sponge.
This was apparently because using a towel would hurt the skin or something.
Finia and Maria persistently taught me that a womanâs skin needed tender care, so she was influenced by me.
I was constantly told to wash myself with bare hands if possible. After I told that to Michelle, she also started washing her body like this.
As Michelle washed her right arm with her left hand, her chest was squished together between her arms.
As I sat next to her, I could clearly see them.
âHmm, whatcha mean?â
âOh, nothing.â
âMichelle is quite something, but yours arenât anything to scoff at either, Lady Nicole. You should finally realize it already.â
âUgh, theyâve been getting in my way when I swing my sword lately.â
I wasnât quite on Michelle and Mariaâs level, but my boobs grew quite a bit as of late, so the underwear could no longer cut it and I needed to bind them with a cloth so they wouldnât get in the way during the fights.
Because of that guys were giving me even more intense stares. I even wondered whether my eyepatch stopped working at first.
I still wore that eyepatch even now. It was a little inconvenient that I couldnât remove it even in the bath.
But if I did it, not just Finia, even Michelle would fall for the charm, so it was unavoidable.
âSetting that aside...â
Michelle turned towards me with an impish gaze as I washed my body while sighing.
I instantly felt chills running down my spine. I knew my intuition during times like this was on point.
âWe finished their commission, so isnât it time I got my reward?â
âReward? Didnât I already distribute it?â
âThatâs not it! You know, the one from the mock battle.â
âAh?!â
At that, I remembered my past blunder. That I told Michelle that she could fondle my boobs if she won that mock battle against the trio.
âOh, that reminds me, I also had rights to that, didnât I? Itâs okay, please just think of it as an extension of the usual massage.â
âFinia, why are you so assertive during times like this...â
âWe have nothing to hold back between us, donât we, Lady Nicole?â
âRight, right, Iâm so your best friend who wonât hold back.â
âI wish you do though!â
Michelle and Finia drew near me, itching to grab my boobs.
I tried to find a place to evacuate to right away, but there was a wall with the water supply in front of me, while Michelle and Finia were left and right, blocking my way.
I thought I could run behind, but I couldnât move properly while sitting on the low washing chair.
Plus the two were already prepared for that.
âMaybe donât...?â
âPlease donât hold back, we wonât hurt you.â
âThatâs right. You arenât letting me touch you as much lately, so please let me make use of this opportunity, Lady Nicole.â
âArenât you giving me massages practically daily?!â
âI mean aside from that.â
I touched my face for a moment wondering if my eyepatch had come off, but it didnât seem to be the case. Which meant, these two were sane. They were sane but this was still the situation.
âW-Whatâs going on?!â
âUhehehe, Lady Nicole, youâre at fault here. You kept us waiting.â
âYeah! Holding back is bad for the body.â
âMichelle, letâs stop taking jokes too farââ
Michelle finally jumped towards me.
As I faced her to deal with that attack, Finia suddenly bound my hands from behind.
Having lost my mobility, Michelle jumped into my boobs and started rubbing her cheeks on them.
âNhehe, Nicole you have grown quite big too.â
âWhat part are you referring to exactly!â
âHuh, I mean various parts? More importantly, time to resolve yourself. Time to pay for making me do that mock battle!â
âI wonât say it again, so forgive me!â
âNoope.â
Finiaâs hands also suddenly moved towards my breasts.
I tried to break out with strength, but my footing was slippery from the foam, and I couldnât move properly.
Moreover, Finiaâs softness on my back and Michelleâs pair of hills on my belly were shaving off my will of resistance. Was this heaven?
âHehehe, help wonât come, you know? I made sure to hang up the âCleaning In Progressâ sign when we entered.â
âWha-, youâre too thorough?!â
Now it makes sense why no one was around at this hour. Finia entered last, so it looks like she already made sure to keep people away.
I couldnât expect help anymore. As for Gadius, he was a guy so he wouldnât even come to the changing room. Thus, I ended up being fondled to the twoâs heartâs content.
âMmm, it may have felt a little good...â
âLady Nicole, itâs fine to awaken to this, you know?â
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ããããšãããããŸãã | It shows the famous Fountain of Youth.
If you drink its water or you bathe in it, you will get health and youth.
Every culture, every civilization has dreamed of finding eternal youth.
There are people like Alexander the Great or Ponce De León, the explorer, who spent much of their life chasing the Fountain of Youth.
They didn't find it.
But what if there was something to it?
What if there was something to this Fountain of Youth?
I will share an absolutely amazing development in aging research that could revolutionize the way we think about aging and how we may treat age-related diseases in the future.
It started with experiments that showed, in a recent number of studies about growing, that animals -- old mice -- that share a blood supply with young mice can get rejuvenated.
This is similar to what you might see in humans, in Siamese twins, and I know this sounds a bit creepy.
But what Tom Rando, a stem-cell researcher, reported in 2007, was that old muscle from a mouse can be rejuvenated if it's exposed to young blood through common circulation.
This was reproduced by Amy Wagers at Harvard a few years later, and others then showed that similar rejuvenating effects could be observed in the pancreas, the liver and the heart.
But what I'm most excited about, and several other labs as well, is that this may even apply to the brain.
So, what we found is that an old mouse exposed to a young environment in this model called parabiosis, shows a younger brain -- and a brain that functions better.
And I repeat: an old mouse that gets young blood through shared circulation looks younger and functions younger in its brain.
So when we get older -- we can look at different aspects of human cognition, and you can see on this slide here, we can look at reasoning, verbal ability and so forth.
And up to around age 50 or 60, these functions are all intact, and as I look at the young audience here in the room, we're all still fine.
But it's scary to see how all these curves go south.
And as we get older, diseases such as Alzheimer's and others may develop.
We know that with age, the connections between neurons -- the way neurons talk to each other, the synapses -- they start to deteriorate; neurons die, the brain starts to shrink, and there's an increased susceptibility for these neurodegenerative diseases.
One big problem we have -- to try to understand how this really works at a very molecular mechanistic level -- is that we can't study the brains in detail, in living people.
We can do cognitive tests, we can do imaging -- all kinds of sophisticated testing.
But we usually have to wait until the person dies to get the brain and look at how it really changed through age or in a disease.
This is what neuropathologists do, for example.
So, how about we think of the brain as being part of the larger organism.
Could we potentially understand more about what happens in the brain at the molecular level if we see the brain as part of the entire body?
So if the body ages or gets sick, does that affect the brain?
And vice versa: as the brain gets older, does that influence the rest of the body?
And what connects all the different tissues in the body is blood.
Blood is the tissue that not only carries cells that transport oxygen, for example, the red blood cells, or fights infectious diseases, but it also carries messenger molecules, hormone-like factors that transport information from one cell to another, from one tissue to another, including the brain.
So if we look at how the blood changes in disease or age, can we learn something about the brain?
We know that as we get older, the blood changes as well, so these hormone-like factors change as we get older.
And by and large, factors that we know are required for the development of tissues, for the maintenance of tissues -- they start to decrease as we get older, while factors involved in repair, in injury and in inflammation -- they increase as we get older.
So there's this unbalance of good and bad factors, if you will.
And to illustrate what we can do potentially with that, I want to talk you through an experiment that we did.
We had almost 300 blood samples from healthy human beings 20 to 89 years of age, and we measured over 100 of these communication factors, these hormone-like proteins that transport information between tissues.
And what we noticed first is that between the youngest and the oldest group, about half the factors changed significantly.
So our body lives in a very different environment as we get older, when it comes to these factors.
And using statistical or bioinformatics programs, we could try to discover those factors that best predict age -- in a way, back-calculate the relative age of a person.
And the way this looks is shown in this graph.
So, on the one axis you see the actual age a person lived, the chronological age.
So, how many years they lived.
And then we take these top factors that I showed you, and we calculate their relative age, their biological age.
And what you see is that there is a pretty good correlation, so we can pretty well predict the relative age of a person.
But what's really exciting are the outliers, as they so often are in life.
You can see here, the person I highlighted with the green dot is about 70 years of age but seems to have a biological age, if what we're doing here is really true, of only about 45.
So is this a person that actually looks much younger than their age?
But more importantly: Is this a person who is maybe at a reduced risk to develop an age-related disease and will have a long life -- will live to 100 or more?
On the other hand, the person here, highlighted with the red dot, is not even 40, but has a biological age of 65.
Is this a person at an increased risk of developing an age-related disease?
So in our lab, we're trying to understand these factors better, and many other groups are trying to understand, what are the true aging factors, and can we learn something about them to possibly predict age-related diseases?
So what I've shown you so far is simply correlational, right?
You can just say, "Well, these factors change with age," but you don't really know if they do something about aging.
So what I'm going to show you now is very remarkable and it suggests that these factors can actually modulate the age of a tissue.
And that's where we come back to this model called parabiosis.
So, parabiosis is done in mice by surgically connecting the two mice together, and that leads then to a shared blood system, where we can now ask, "How does the old brain get influenced by exposure to the young blood?"
And for this purpose, we use young mice that are an equivalency of 20-year-old people, and old mice that are roughly 65 years old in human years.
What we found is quite remarkable.
We find there are more neural stem cells that make new neurons in these old brains.
There's an increased activity of the synapses, the connections between neurons.
There are more genes expressed that are known to be involved in the formation of new memories.
And there's less of this bad inflammation.
But we observed that there are no cells entering the brains of these animals.
So when we connect them, there are actually no cells going into the old brain, in this model.
Instead, we've reasoned, then, that it must be the soluble factors, so we could collect simply the soluble fraction of blood which is called plasma, and inject either young plasma or old plasma into these mice, and we could reproduce these rejuvenating effects, but what we could also do now is we could do memory tests with mice.
As mice get older, like us humans, they have memory problems.
It's just harder to detect them, but I'll show you in a minute how we do that.
But we wanted to take this one step further, one step closer to potentially being relevant to humans.
What I'm showing you now are unpublished studies, where we used human plasma, young human plasma, and as a control, saline, and injected it into old mice, and asked, can we again rejuvenate these old mice?
Can we make them smarter?
And to do this, we used a test. It's called a Barnes maze.
This is a big table that has lots of holes in it, and there are guide marks around it, and there's a bright light, as on this stage here.
The mice hate this and they try to escape, and find the single hole that you see pointed at with an arrow, where a tube is mounted underneath where they can escape and feel comfortable in a dark hole.
So we teach them, over several days, to find this space on these cues in the space, and you can compare this for humans, to finding your car in a parking lot after a busy day of shopping.
Many of us have probably had some problems with that.
So, let's look at an old mouse here.
This is an old mouse that has memory problems, as you'll notice in a moment.
It just looks into every hole, but it didn't form this spacial map that would remind it where it was in the previous trial or the last day.
In stark contrast, this mouse here is a sibling of the same age, but it was treated with young human plasma for three weeks, with small injections every three days.
And as you noticed, it almost looks around, "Where am I?" -- and then walks straight to that hole and escapes.
So, it could remember where that hole was.
So by all means, this old mouse seems to be rejuvenated -- it functions more like a younger mouse.
And it also suggests that there is something not only in young mouse plasma, but in young human plasma that has the capacity to help this old brain.
So to summarize, we find the old mouse, and its brain in particular, are malleable.
They're not set in stone; we can actually change them.
It can be rejuvenated.
Young blood factors can reverse aging, and what I didn't show you -- in this model, the young mouse actually suffers from exposure to the old.
So there are old-blood factors that can accelerate aging.
And most importantly, humans may have similar factors, because we can take young human blood and have a similar effect.
Old human blood, I didn't show you, does not have this effect; it does not make the mice younger.
So, is this magic transferable to humans?
We're running a small clinical study at Stanford, where we treat Alzheimer's patients with mild disease with a pint of plasma from young volunteers, 20-year-olds, and do this once a week for four weeks, and then we look at their brains with imaging.
We test them cognitively, and we ask their caregivers for daily activities of living.
What we hope is that there are some signs of improvement from this treatment.
And if that's the case, that could give us hope that what I showed you works in mice might also work in humans.
Now, I don't think we will live forever.
But maybe we discovered that the Fountain of Youth is actually within us, and it has just dried out.
And if we can turn it back on a little bit, maybe we can find the factors that are mediating these effects, we can produce these factors synthetically and we can treat diseases of aging, such as Alzheimer's disease or other dementias.
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After everything was finished, I said to the district manager,
âPlease take care of the young victim.â
âLeave it to us. We will take the responsibility of protecting her.â
âAnd if you need anything, please call Lord Morton.â
âDaddy is friends with His Royal Majesty, and is just as powerful as those upper-class nobles!â
Serulis said proudly.
The district manager had said that the people higher up had obstructed his attempts to investigate Kabino.
However, he now had evidence of Kabinoâs crimes.
So now they would be able to do very little to stop him.
The forbidden ham was especially important.
Even if you were of the upper class of nobles, any involvement in the forbidden ham coming to light would have grave consequences.
It could result in the demolishing of your house.
As for the immense amount of weapons, this too would look worse the higher up you were. You would be suspected of planning a coup.
In this case, you would lose your house and be executed.
âDistrict manager. I hope that you will be careful?â
The current situation was dire for Kabino and the powerful nobles and the district managerâs superiors.
Perhaps they would try to assassinate him, as interfering with the investigation was no longer enough.
âI will tell you where I live. Lord Morton visits me often as well.â
âThat is very...thank you so much.â
The district manager looked at me a little suspiciously.
He was wondering what kind of F Rank Warrior I was.
âLong ago, when Lord Morton was still working as an Adventurer, I would often help him.â
It wasnât a lie. I did indeed help him a lot.
âDaddy is still an Adventurer!â
After that, I decided to leave the rest of the business to the district manager, and return home.
âArio and Josh. Thank you for your help today.â
âNo, it was nothing. These thugs arenât intimidating at all compared to a goblin lord.â
Ario and Josh said and laughed.
They had been with Shia and helped her arrest five of the men.
That was five against three. Even if Shia was there, it was a pretty impressive result.
âAs it was a personal request from me, I will not forget to pay you.â
âNo, Locke. You shouldnât worry about that.â
âYes. These are the kinds of matters that must be settled properly. And as one of the people who hired you, I will also compensate you for your work.â
Serulis said as she tried to persuade them.
And so Ario and Josh accepted the payment that was fitting for being F Rank Adventurers.
âAnd since Shia is a B Rank...â
âNo! I do not care about that. It was not a request through the guild, and so I will accept the same amount as Ario and Josh.â
âBut...â
âI have only done what Josh and Ario also did. And so I cannot receive more than them.â
Shia would not accept any more than they had.
After that, Ario and Josh returned to the guild.
They said that they would look at the quest board again before returning to their inn.
Shia came with us as we walked back to the house.
âThat was quite a detour, considering we were only going to go shopping.â
âIâm sorry. Itâs all because I got caught in such trouble.â âNo, itâs not your fault, Milka.â
As we talked, Serulis said,
âMister Locke. Do the baths in the mansion work?â
âI think there was hot water...â
I had not really inspected everything yet.
But now that I think of it, the new house did have a bath.
It was a nobleâs house, after all.
âMilka. Can you clean the baths when we return?â
âYes. Since it was you who asked, Sister Serulis, I shall make it squeaky clean.â
Even as she said this, Milka looked a little confused.
She did not know why Serulis had requested this.
Serulis nodded in satisfaction at Milkaâs answer, then she looked towards me.
âI just remembered that I had something to do, and so I will return home now. But Iâll be back soon.â
âThatâs fine. And you donât have to come back if you are busy, you know?â
We were going to reinforce the tunnels now.
It would be rather helpful to have strong Serulis help us, but we could still do it without her.
âNo! I will be back soon!â
After saying this, Serulis ran away at an incredible speed.
âSister Serulis sure is fast.â
Milkaâs eyes were full of respect as she watched her go.
âSerulis has had much combat training since she was young, and so she is very capable physically.â
âSince she was young? Thatâs amazing.â
âShe is the daughter of the famous Goran, after all.â
âUh...Mister Goran... Do you mean that old man from this morning?â
âYes.â
âAnd...that old man is the same as this Lord Morton that the district manager was talking about?â
I had introduced Milka to Goran and the others after breakfast.
But it was very simple. This man is Goran, this girl is Serulis. Something like that.
And so Milka did not know that Goranâs name was Morton.
âYes, yes. Goran and Serulis have the family name, Morton.â
âOhh. That sounds impressive!â
Milka had not even known about Eric. So she likely didnât know who Goran was either.
As I thought about this, Luchila said,
âYou donât know about Lord Goran Morton?â
âI only just met him this morning! But he seems like a nice old man. And sister Serulis is very kind.â
Serulis had shared her breakfast with Milka.
Or perhaps she was just baiting her.
It might be a good idea for me to do the same.
âIâm getting hungry. Do you want to eat something?â
â...Grrr.â
........Cluck.â
â.......................â
Milka gulped, and at the same time, her stomach rumbled.
Grulfâs tail began to wag vigorously. Gerberga seemed to become restless.
Shia was pretending to be calm. But her ears were twitching and her tail was wagging.
Luchilaâs eyes were shining.
âThen letâs get some food at one of these food stalls. You can all pick anything that you like.â
âYes!â
âThank you so much!â
âGrr.â
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Who here has had surgery?
Did you want it?
Keep your hands up if you wanted an operation.
Nobody wants an operation.
In particular, nobody wants an operation with tools like these through large incisions that cause a lot of pain, that cause a lot of time out of work or out of school, that leave a big scar.
But if you have to have an operation, what you really want is a minimally invasive operation.
That's what I want to talk to you about tonight -- how doing and teaching this type of surgery led us on a search for a better universal translator.
Now, this type of surgery is hard, and it starts by putting people to sleep, putting carbon dioxide in their abdomen, blowing them up like a balloon, sticking one of these sharp pointy things into their abdomen -- it's dangerous stuff -- and taking instruments and watching it on a TV screen.
So let's see what it looks like.
So this is gallbladder surgery.
We perform a million of these a year in the United States alone.
This is the real thing. There's no blood.
And you can see how focused the surgeons are, how much concentration it takes.
You can see it in their faces.
It's hard to teach, and it's not all that easy to learn.
We do about five million of these in the United States and maybe 20 million of these worldwide.
All right, you've all heard the term: "He's a born surgeon."
Let me tell you, surgeons are not born.
Surgeons are not made either.
There are no little tanks where we're making surgeons.
Surgeons are trained one step at a time.
It starts with a foundation, basic skills.
We build on that and we take people, hopefully, to the operating room where they learn to be an assistant.
Then we teach them to be a surgeon in training.
And when they do all of that for about five years, they get the coveted board certification.
If you need surgery, you want to be operated on by a board-certified surgeon.
You get your board certificate, and you can go out into practice.
And eventually, if you're lucky, you achieve mastery.
Now that foundation is so important that a number of us from the largest general surgery society in the United States, SAGES, started in the late 1990s a training program that would assure that every surgeon who practices minimally invasive surgery would have a strong foundation of knowledge and skills necessary to go on and do procedures.
Now the science behind this is so potent that it became required by the American Board of Surgery in order for a young surgeon to become board certified.
It's not a lecture, it's not a course, it's all of that plus a high-stakes assessment.
It's hard.
Now just this past year, one of our partners, the American College of Surgeons, teamed up with us to make an announcement that all surgeons should be FLS -certified before they do minimally invasive surgery.
And are we talking about just people here in the U.S. and Canada?
No, we just said all surgeons.
So to lift this education and training worldwide is a very large task, something I'm very personally excited about as we travel around the world.
SAGES does surgery all over the world, teaching and educating surgeons.
So we have a problem, and one of the problems is distance.
We can't travel everywhere.
We need to make the world a smaller place.
And I think that we can develop some tools to do so.
And one of the tools I like personally is using video.
So I was inspired by a friend.
This is Allan Okrainec from Toronto.
And he proved that you could actually teach people to do surgery So here's Allan teaching an English-speaking surgeon in Africa these basic fundamental skills necessary to do minimally invasive surgery.
Very inspiring.
But for this examination, which is really hard, we have a problem.
Even people who say they speak English, only 14 percent pass.
Because for them it's not a surgery test, it's an English test.
Let me bring it to you locally.
I work at the Cambridge Hospital.
It's the primary Harvard Medical School teaching facility.
We have more than 100 translators covering 63 languages, and we spend millions of dollars just in our little hospital.
It's a big labor-intensive effort.
If you think about the worldwide burden of trying to talk to your patients -- not just teaching surgeons, just trying to talk to your patients -- there aren't enough translators in the world.
We need to employ technology to assist us in this quest.
At our hospital we see everybody from Harvard professors to people who just got here last week.
And you have no idea how hard it is to talk to somebody or take care of somebody you can't talk to.
And there isn't always a translator available.
So we need tools.
We need a universal translator.
One of the things that I want to leave you with as you think about this talk is that this talk is not just about us preaching to the world.
It's really about setting up a dialogue.
We have a lot to learn.
Here in the United States we spend more money per person for outcomes that are not better than many countries in the world.
Maybe we have something to learn as well.
So I'm passionate about teaching these FLS skills all over the world.
This past year I've been in Latin America, I've been in China, talking about the fundamentals of laparoscopic surgery.
And everywhere I go the barrier is: "We want this, but we need it in our language."
So here's what we think we want to do: Imagine giving a lecture and being able to talk to people in their own native language simultaneously.
I want to talk to the people in Asia, Latin America, Africa, Europe seamlessly, accurately and in a cost-effective fashion using technology.
And it has to be bi-directional.
They have to be able to teach us something as well.
It's a big task.
So we looked for a universal translator; I thought there would be one out there.
Your webpage has translation, your cellphone has translation, but nothing that's good enough to teach surgery.
Because we need a lexicon. What is a lexicon?
A lexicon is a body of words that describes a domain.
I need to have a health care lexicon.
And in that I need a surgery lexicon.
That's a tall order. We have to work at it.
So let me show you what we're doing.
This is research -- can't buy it.
We're working with the folks at IBM Research from the Accessibility Center to string together technologies to work towards the universal translator.
It starts with a framework system where when the surgeon delivers the lecture using a framework of captioning technology, we then add another technology to do video conferencing.
But we don't have the words yet, so we add a third technology.
And now we've got the words, and we can apply the special sauce: the translation.
We get the words up in a window and then apply the magic.
We work with a fourth technology.
And we currently have access to eleven language pairs.
More to come as we think about trying to make the world a smaller place.
And I'd like to show you our prototype of stringing all of these technologies that don't necessarily always talk to each other to become something useful.
Narrator: Fundamentals of Laparoscopic Surgery.
Module five: manual skills practice.
Students may display captions in their native language.
Steven Schwaitzberg: If you're in Latin America, you click the "I want it in Spanish" button and out it comes in real time in Spanish.
But if you happen to be sitting in Beijing at the same time, by using technology in a constructive fashion, you could get it in Mandarin or you could get it in Russian -- on and on and on, simultaneously without the use of human translators.
But that's the lectures.
If you remember what I told you about FLS at the beginning, it's knowledge and skills.
The difference in an operation between doing something successfully and not may be moving your hand this much.
So we're going to take it one step further; we've brought my friend Allan back.
Allan Okrainec: Today we're going to practice suturing.
This is how you hold the needle.
Grab the needle at the tip.
It's important to be accurate.
Aim for the black dots.
Orient your loop this way.
Now go ahead and cut.
Very good Oscar. I'll see you next week.
in our quest for the universal translator.
We want it to be bi-directional.
We have a need to learn as well as to teach.
I can think of a million uses for a tool like this.
As we think about intersecting technologies -- everybody has a cell phone with a camera -- we could use this everywhere, whether it be health care, patient care, engineering, law, conferencing, translating videos.
This is a ubiquitous tool.
In order to break down our barriers, we have to learn to talk to people, to demand that people work on translation.
We need it for our everyday life, in order to make the world a smaller place.
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âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry...â â â .â
In front of Pumpkin was a young girl shedding tears while holding a womanâs head.
He didnât catch the part about her name, but somehow he could tell that she was grieving.
[Please donât cry...]
Amidst all this, a womanâs voice abruptly resonated around Pumpkin, drawing his focus to the direction of that voice.
There stood a woman in a translucent maidâs uniform.
[Please donât cry, Miss...]
The woman assembled her words with complicated emotions.
[Neither Miss nor she has done anything wrong.]
Pumpkin canât make out all of the thoughts that were embedded in the womanâs words.
But even the slightest touch of her thoughts made it evident to him how much the woman in the maidâs outfit was concerned for the crying girl.
[Thanks to you, I have been saved. Thanks to you, I didnât commit a mistake. Thanks to you...]
There, she regulated her breathing once.
[I was able to pass away as a person.]
A single tear trickled down the womanâs cheek.
[So donât wear that look, Miss...]
The woman embraced the young girl from behind.
However, the young girl did not notice it and continued weeping.
[You would just make me feel like Iâm not going to be able to pass away with peace of mind...]
After that, the whole surrounding area was enveloped in light, and the scene changed.
âHere I am again...â
The strange world he had once visitedâwhere he had heard Leanâs voiceâwas present for him to behold after the light had faded. In other words, it was Outer World.
But somehow Pumpkin felt that the speed at which the transition was taking place was slower than before.
âYou are there, arenât you? Lean-sama.â
â...â
Speaking with an unaccustomed honorific, he somehow addressed the direction in which he could sense Leanâs presence.
âYou donât have to use an unaccustomed honorific. You can speak as you please...â
âIf so, Iâll speak in a straightforward manner. And what was that scene earlier?â
He responded to Leanâs words and asked them about what he had just witnessed.
âThat was a true event that took place somewhere in another world in the past. Her soul was so damaged at that time and was cursed so directly by âthatâ that even the very core of her soul was affected and her subsequent reincarnation was severely disrupted. That is why I have been searching for something that could lead her soul to this world, give her a long rest, and one day stops the repetition of abomination that has been haunting her.â
âAnd you believe that would be me?â
âThere were many candidates besides you, but this time it was you who achieved it. So you have every right to be proud.â
âHmm.â
Pumpkin replied to Leanâs words in a simple way but didnât expect this to be the only repetition that Lean would want him to end.
After all, there was still the phenomenon of âKage-Ochiâ.
âThatâs right. Now, only one repetition has finally ended. But it was certainly one of the repetitions that I wished would end.â
âI see. I am glad to hear that.â
Leanâs figure was still not visible. However, he can somehow tell that Lean was elated.
âSo, is there anything you want me to do for you from now on?â
â...If you want to live your life the way you want to, thatâs fine. In your case, I think you will spontaneously encounter repetitions that have to be severed.â
âShould I be rejoicing or brooding over that...?â
Pumpkin gave a bitter smile at Leanâs words.
That would be equivalent to saying that if he lived his life the way he sought, he would end up landing in some sort of trouble.
âDonât worry. The repetitions that need to be severed will eventually become apparent to you if you continue to sever other repetitions.â
Lean-sama speaks as if they can accurately foresee the future... no, as if they have observed that scene in the past, assuming that the scene I just described is truly from the past.
No, considering your repeated use of the word ârepetitionâ and your power to administer all things being in flux through the endless circle of birth, perhaps Lean-sama really does possess such a power.
But, I have a few questions for you, just in case.
âCan I ask you a question? Lean-sama, why donât you take independent action? From what I have heard from those who are familiar with your position, you wield a substantial amount of power.â
âSilence huh. Well, thatâs okay. Iâm sure you have your own circumstances.â
Before meeting Lean, Pumpkin recalled what was told to him.
He and Mizuki both believed Lean had an individual they didnât want to be exposed to based on what Mizuki had mentioned at the time. It seemed that the reality of Leanâs predicament was not all that far off from their assumptions.
âYou are free to live the life you choose. Thatâs what I can tell you now.â
â!?â
At the same time as they said those words, Pumpkinâs surroundings went black in stark contrast to the previous time, and his consciousness rapidly drifted away from the place where he was.
âUrgh!?â
By the time he came to, he found himself in a room of an inn, where he failed to control his levitation magic, which was unusual for him, causing his head to crash to the floor.
âNgh... That... is not a dream huh.â
He muttered to himself as he was reminded of the earlier conversation he had with Lean.
âWell, whether itâs a dream or reality, Iâm sure itâs a divine message from God.â
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âWe came to support you!â
âWeâll guide you to the embassy. There is a short cut.â âSo itâs you two. Iâll be counting on you then.â
During such times, it was good to have Serulis around, as she was born and raised in the royal capital.
Not only as a guide, but both Shia and Serulis were already full-fledged warriors. And so it was very comforting to have them here.
As we ran from the palace gates, I cast telepathy magic on both of them.
This was so we could communicate through telepathy. And then I asked them.
âWill they be angry if we enter the embassy without permission?â
âOf course. After all, it is a different country within this country. But this is an emergency.â
While she had only just learned how to use telepathy recently, Serulis was able to communicate with it very smoothly.
She seemed to have a gift when it came to things related to magic.
â...It is my opinion that the workers there, especially the ones near the top, are connected to the dark ones.â
âThat is bad.â
âIndeed, if it is the case, then itâs no wonder that the beastkin wolves could not catch them.â
Shia nodded in agreement.
The beastkin wolves werenât here just to defend against vampires as Ericâs knights within the palace.
They were also working as a unit for the privy council.
When it came to intelligence concerning vampires and the dark ones, no one matched Shia and the beastkin wolves.
However, for all this time, they were not able to find the ones who had infiltrated the palace.
âWhen it comes to the embassy, even uncle Ericâs privy council cannot go in easily.â
âThat is true. Mr. Locke. How prepared do you think the enemy is?â
âIndeed. If it did not take three years, then it might be necessary to believe in the miracles of the evil god.â
âThat much?â
âMore than three years? But wouldnât that be when you were still fighting in the place between dimensions, Mr. Locke?â
âThatâs right.â
My guess was that it was close to ten years.
Likely, it was a plan that was put into action after the Devil Kingâs invasion was prevented by Eric, Goran and I.
However, it wasnât as if their plan had been moving smoothly.
By killing the true ancestor, who was the leader, we had forced them to act ahead of schedule.
Perhaps the Devil King I had defeated at the end during my time in the place between dimensions was someone who crawled out as a part of this plan.
âWell, it doesnât matter how long they prepared. We will not allow them to succeed.â
âAnd now thereâs something I have to ask you, Serulis. What if we kill the ambassador? Will that be bad for Eric?â
It would not be possible for the underlings to advance the plans of the dark ones within the embassy for nearly ten years.
I did not know how many of the embassy personnel were involved.
However, it was clear that ambasador was definitely on their side.
âYes, Iâm sure it will be bad for him, but...â
âIt would be worse to allow that hole to stay open within the divine protection.â
âThis person is a traitor. We can think about it after they are dead.â
That was like Shia. She was a beastkin wolf warrior who had hunted vampires for generations, after all.
âIndeed. Eric can handle the troublesome business later.â
âBesides, I donât think it will be too big of a problem if the ambassador is killed.â
Really?â
âYes. After all, the idea that an ambassador of the Ringain Kingdom was acting as a traitor for the dark ones in another country... It is quite the scandal.â
âThatâs true. The Ringain Kingdom should be on their knees and begging for forgiveness.â
âYes, yes. Of course, there will be a lot of political involvement, and they will have to decide how to deal with this... But in the end, it might actually help the Ringain Kingdom to kill the ambassador.â
âI did think it would be best to hand over the ambassador to Ringain alive if possible...â
âIf the ambassador is taken alive, they will have to be exiled as a persona non grata, which will mean that a lot will become public.â
For an ambassador who had committed such an unimaginably horrible crime, it will be more convenient for the Ringain Kingdom if they are killed.
âWell, probably. I do not know a lot about it.â
Serulis said modestly. But it was clear that she knew a decent amount about diplomacy.
After all, her mother, Marguerite, was an ambassador in Ringain.
Perhaps Serulis had studied such things as a way of learning more about her motherâs work.
âIn that case, I will just focus on fighting and closing the hole in the divine protection.â
Whatever happens to the ambassador, it did not matter.
Eric and Marguerite would figure it out.
That was my conclusion as we ran down the road to the embassy.
Usually, there would have been a lot of people walking here, but there was hardly anyone now.
âThere is no one here.â
Serulis muttered worriedly. Even for these mutterings, Serulis used telepathy.
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It's been fantastic.
Now, of course, not all deception hits the news.
Much of the deception is everyday. In fact, a lot of research shows that we all lie once or twice a day, as Dave suggested.
So it's about 6:30 now, suggests that most of us should have lied.
Let's take a look at Winnipeg. How many of you, in the last 24 hours -- think back -- have told a little fib, or a big one? How many have told a little lie out there?
All right, good. These are all the liars.
Make sure you pay attention to them. No, that looked good, it was about two thirds of you.
The other third didn't lie, or perhaps forgot, or you're lying to me about your lying, which is very, very devious. This fits with a lot of the research, which suggests that lying is very pervasive.
It's this pervasiveness, combined with the centrality to what it means to be a human, the fact that we can tell the truth or make something up, that has fascinated people throughout history.
Here we have Diogenes with his lantern.
Does anybody know what he was looking for?
A single honest man, and he died without finding one back in Greece. And we have Confucius in the East who was really concerned with sincerity, not only that you walked the walk or talked the talk, but that you believed in what you were doing.
You believed in your principles.
Now my first professional encounter with deception is a little bit later than these guys, a couple thousand years.
I was a customs officer for Canada back in the mid-'90s.
Yeah. I was defending Canada's borders.
You may think that's a weapon right there. In fact, that's a stamp. I used a stamp to defend Canada's borders. Very Canadian of me. I learned a lot about deception while doing my duty here in customs, one of which was that most of what I thought I knew about deception was wrong, and I'll tell you about some of that tonight.
But even since just 1995, '96, the way we communicate has been completely transformed. We email, we text, we skype, we Facebook. It's insane.
Almost every aspect of human communication's been changed, and of course that's had an impact on deception.
Let me tell you a little bit about a couple of new deceptions we've been tracking and documenting.
They're called the Butler, the Sock Puppet and the Chinese Water Army.
It sounds a little bit like a weird book, but actually they're all new types of lies.
Let's start with the Butlers. Here's an example of one: "On my way." Anybody ever written, "On my way?"
Then you've also lied. We're never on our way. We're thinking about going on our way.
Here's another one: "Sorry I didn't respond to you earlier.
My battery was dead." Your battery wasn't dead.
You weren't in a dead zone.
You just didn't want to respond to that person that time.
Here's the last one: You're talking to somebody, and you say, "Sorry, got work, gotta go."
But really, you're just bored. You want to talk to somebody else.
Each of these is about a relationship, and this is a 24/7 connected world. Once you get my cell phone number, you can literally be in touch with me 24 hours a day.
And so these lies are being used by people to create a buffer, like the butler used to do, between us and the connections to everybody else.
But they're very special. They use ambiguity that comes from using technology. You don't know where I am or what I'm doing or who I'm with.
And they're aimed at protecting the relationships.
These aren't just people being jerks. These are people that are saying, look, I don't want to talk to you now, or I didn't want to talk to you then, but I still care about you.
Our relationship is still important.
Now, the Sock Puppet, on the other hand, is a totally different animal. The sock puppet isn't about ambiguity, per se. It's about identity.
Let me give you a very recent example, as in, like, last week.
Here's R.J. Ellory, best-seller author in Britain.
Here's one of his bestselling books.
Here's a reviewer online, on Amazon.
My favorite, by Nicodemus Jones, is, "Whatever else it might do, it will touch your soul."
And of course, you might suspect that Nicodemus Jones is R.J. Ellory.
He wrote very, very positive reviews about himself. Surprise, surprise.
Now this Sock Puppet stuff isn't actually that new.
Walt Whitman also did this back in the day, before there was Internet technology. Sock Puppet becomes interesting when we get to scale, which is the domain of the Chinese Water Army.
Chinese Water Army refers to thousands of people in China that are paid small amounts of money to produce content. It could be reviews. It could be propaganda. The government hires these people, companies hire them, all over the place.
In North America, we call this Astroturfing, and Astroturfing is very common now. There's a lot of concerns about it.
We see this especially with product reviews, book reviews, everything from hotels to whether that toaster is a good toaster or not.
Now, looking at these three reviews, or these three types of deception, you might think, wow, the Internet is really making us a deceptive species, especially when you think about the Astroturfing, where we can see deception brought up to scale.
But actually, what I've been finding is very different from that.
Now, let's put aside the online anonymous sex chatrooms, which I'm sure none of you have been in.
I can assure you there's deception there.
And let's put aside the Nigerian prince who's emailed you about getting the 43 million out of the country. Let's forget about that guy, too.
Let's focus on the conversations between our friends Those are the conversations that really matter.
What does technology do to deception with those folks?
Here's a couple of studies. One of the studies we do are called diary studies, in which we ask people to record all of their conversations and all of their lies for seven days, and what we can do then is calculate how many lies took place per conversation within a medium, and the finding that we get that surprises people the most is that email is the most honest of those three media.
And it really throws people for a loop because we think, well, there's no nonverbal cues, so why don't you lie more?
The phone, in contrast, the most lies.
Again and again and again we see the phone is the device that people lie on the most, and perhaps because of the Butler Lie ambiguities I was telling you about.
This tends to be very different from what people expect.
What about résumés? We did a study in which we had people apply for a job, and they could apply for a job either with a traditional paper résumé, or on LinkedIn, which is a social networking site like Facebook, but for professionals -- involves the same information as a résumé.
And what we found, to many people's surprise, was that those LinkedIn résumés were more honest on the things that mattered to employers, like your responsibilities or your skills at your previous job.
How about Facebook itself?
You know, we always think that hey, there are these idealized versions, people are just showing the best things that happened in their lives. I've thought that many times.
My friends, no way they can be that cool and have good of a life.
Well, one study tested this by examining people's personalities.
They had four good friends of a person judge their personality.
Then they had strangers, many strangers, judge the person's personality just from Facebook, and what they found was those judgments of the personality were pretty much identical, highly correlated, meaning that Facebook profiles really do reflect our actual personality.
All right, well, what about online dating?
I mean, that's a pretty deceptive space.
I'm sure you all have "friends" that have used online dating. And they would tell you about that guy that had no hair when he came, or the woman that didn't look at all like her photo.
Well, we were really interested in it, and so what we did is we brought people, online daters, into the lab, and then we measured them. We got their height up against the wall, we put them on a scale, got their weight -- ladies loved that -- and then we actually got their driver's license to get their age.
And what we found was very, very interesting.
Here's an example of the men and the height.
Along the bottom is how tall they said they were in their profile.
Along the y-axis, the vertical axis, is how tall they actually were.
That diagonal line is the truth line. If their dot's on it, they were telling exactly the truth.
Now, as you see, most of the little dots are below the line.
What it means is all the guys were lying about their height.
In fact, they lied about their height about nine tenths of an inch, what we say in the lab as "strong rounding up." You get to 5'8" and one tenth, and boom! 5'9".
But what's really important here is, look at all those dots.
They are clustering pretty close to the truth. What we found was 80 percent of our participants did indeed lie on one of those dimensions, but they always lied by a little bit.
One of the reasons is pretty simple. If you go to a date, a coffee date, and you're completely different than what you said, game over. Right? So people lied frequently, but they lied subtly, not too much. They were constrained.
Well, what explains all these studies? What explains the fact that despite our intuitions, mine included, a lot of online communication, technologically-mediated communication, is more honest than face to face?
That really is strange. How do we explain this?
Well, to do that, one thing is we can look at the deception-detection literature.
It's a very old literature by now, it's coming up on 50 years.
It's been reviewed many times. There's been thousands of trials, hundreds of studies, and there's some really compelling findings.
The first is, we're really bad at detecting deception, really bad. Fifty-four percent accuracy on average when you have to tell if somebody that just said a statement is lying or not.
That's really bad. Why is it so bad?
Well it has to do with Pinocchio's nose.
If I were to ask you guys, what do you rely on when you're looking at somebody and you want to find out if they're lying? What cue do you pay attention to?
Most of you would say that one of the cues you look at is the eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul.
And you're not alone. Around the world, almost every culture, one of the top cues is eyes. But the research over the last 50 years says there's actually no reliable cue to deception, which blew me away, and it's one of the hard lessons that I learned when I was customs officer.
The eyes do not tell us whether somebody's lying or not.
Some situations, yes -- high stakes, maybe their pupils dilate, their pitch goes up, their body movements change a little bit, but not all the time, not for everybody, it's not reliable.
Strange. The other thing is that just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm going to lie. It's common sense, but one important finding is that we lie for a reason.
We lie to protect ourselves or for our own gain or for somebody else's gain.
So there are some pathological liars, but they make up a tiny portion of the population. We lie for a reason.
Just because people can't see us doesn't mean we're going to necessarily lie.
But I think there's actually something much more interesting and fundamental going on here. The next big thing for me, the next big idea, we can find by going way back in history to the origins of language.
Most linguists agree that we started speaking somewhere between 50,000 and 100,000 years ago. That's a long time ago.
A lot of humans have lived since then.
We've been talking, I guess, about fires and caves and saber-toothed tigers. I don't know what they talked about, but they were doing a lot of talking, and like I said, there's a lot of humans evolving speaking, about 100 billion people in fact.
What's important though is that writing only emerged about 5,000 years ago. So what that means is that all the people before there was any writing, every word that they ever said, every utterance disappeared. No trace. Evanescent. Gone.
So we've been evolving to talk in a way in which there is no record. In fact, even the next big change to writing was only 500 years ago now, with the printing press, which is very recent in our past, and literacy rates remained incredibly low right up until World War II, so even the people of the last two millennia, most of the words they ever said -- poof! -- disappeared.
Let's turn to now, the networked age.
How many of you have recorded something today?
Anybody do any writing today? Did anybody write a word?
It looks like almost every single person here recorded something.
In this room, right now, we've probably recorded more than almost all of human pre-ancient history. That is crazy. We're entering this amazing period of flux in human evolution where we've evolved to speak in a way in which our words disappear, but we're in an environment where we're recording everything.
In fact, I think in the very near future, it's not just what we write that will be recorded, everything we do will be recorded.
What does that mean? What's the next big idea from that?
Well, as a social scientist, this is the most amazing thing I have ever even dreamed of. Now, I can look at all those words that used to, for millennia, disappear.
I can look at lies that before were said and then gone.
You remember those Astroturfing reviews that we were talking about before? Well, when they write a fake review, they have to post it somewhere, and it's left behind for us.
So one thing that we did, and I'll give you an example of looking at the language, is we paid people to write some fake reviews. One of these reviews is fake.
The person never was at the James Hotel.
The other review is real. The person stayed there.
Now, your task now is to decide which review is fake?
I'll give you a moment to read through them.
But I want everybody to raise their hand at some point.
Remember, I study deception. I can tell if you don't raise your hand.
All right, how many of you believe that A is the fake?
All right. Very good. About half.
And how many of you think that B is?
All right. Slightly more for B.
Excellent. Here's the answer.
B is a fake. Well done second group. You dominated the first group. You're actually a little bit unusual. Every time we demonstrate this, it's usually about a 50-50 split, which fits with the research, 54 percent. Maybe people here in Winnipeg are more suspicious and better at figuring it out.
Those cold, hard winters, I love it.
All right, so why do I care about this?
Well, what I can do now with my colleagues in computer science is we can create computer algorithms that can analyze the linguistic traces of deception.
Let me highlight a couple of things here in the fake review. The first is that liars tend to think about narrative. They make up a story: Who? And what happened? And that's what happened here.
Our fake reviewers talked about who they were with and what they were doing. They also used the first person singular, I, way more than the people that actually stayed there.
They were inserting themselves into the hotel review, kind of trying to convince you they were there.
In contrast, the people that wrote the reviews that were actually there, their bodies actually entered the physical space, they talked a lot more about spatial information.
They said how big the bathroom was, or they said, you know, here's how far shopping is from the hotel.
Now, you guys did pretty well. Most people perform at chance at this task.
Our computer algorithm is very accurate, much more accurate than humans can be, and it's not going to be accurate all the time.
This isn't a deception-detection machine to tell if your girlfriend's lying to you on text messaging.
We believe that every lie now, every type of lie -- fake hotel reviews, fake shoe reviews, your girlfriend cheating on you with text messaging -- those are all different lies. They're going to have different patterns of language. But because everything's recorded now, we can look at all of those kinds of lies.
Now, as I said, as a social scientist, this is wonderful.
It's transformational. We're going to be able to learn so much more about human thought and expression, about everything from love to attitudes, because everything is being recorded now, but what does it mean for the average citizen?
What does it mean for us in our lives?
Well, let's forget deception for a bit. One of the big ideas, I believe, is that we're leaving these huge traces behind.
My outbox for email is massive, and I never look at it. I write all the time, but I never look at my record, at my trace.
And I think we're going to see a lot more of that, where we can reflect on who we are by looking at what we wrote, what we said, what we did.
Now, if we bring it back to deception, there's a couple of take-away things here.
First, lying online can be very dangerous, right?
Not only are you leaving a record for yourself on your machine, but you're leaving a record on the person that you were lying to, and you're also leaving them around for me to analyze with some computer algorithms.
So by all means, go ahead and do that, that's good.
But when it comes to lying and what we want to do with our lives, I think we can go back to Diogenes and Confucius. And they were less concerned about whether to lie or not to lie, and more concerned about being true to the self, and I think this is really important.
Now, when you are about to say or do something, we can think, do I want this to be part of my legacy, part of my personal record?
Because in the digital age we live in now, in the networked age, we are all leaving a record.
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Biotech is probably the most powerful and the fastest-growing technology sector.
to replace our fossil fuels, to revolutionize medicine, and to touch every aspect of our daily lives.
So who gets to do it?
I think we'd all be pretty comfortable with this guy doing it. But what about that guy? In 2009, I first heard about DIYbio.
It's a movement that -- it advocates making biotechnology not just scientists and people in government labs.
The idea is that if you open up the science and you allow diverse groups to participate, it could really stimulate innovation.
Putting technology in the hands of the end user is usually a good idea because they've got the best idea of what their needs are.
And here's this really sophisticated technology coming down the road, all these associated social, moral, ethical questions, and we scientists are just lousy at explaining to the public just exactly what it is we're doing in those labs.
So wouldn't it be nice if there was a place in your local neighborhood where you could go and learn about this stuff, do it hands-on?
I thought so.
So, three years ago, I got together with some friends of mine who had similar aspirations and we founded Genspace.
It's a nonprofit, a community biotech lab in Brooklyn, New York, and the idea was people could come, they could take classes and putter around in the lab in a very open, friendly atmosphere.
None of my previous experience prepared me for what came next. Can you guess?
The press started calling us. And the more we talked about how great it was to increase science literacy, the more they wanted to talk about us creating the next Frankenstein, and as a result, for the next six months, when you Googled my name, instead of getting my scientific papers, you got this.
["Am I a biohazard?"] It was pretty depressing.
The only thing that got us through that period was that we knew that all over the world, there were other people that were trying to do the same thing that we were.
They were opening biohacker spaces, and some of them were facing much greater challenges than we did, more regulations, less resources.
But now, three years later, here's where we stand.
It's a vibrant, global community of hackerspaces, and this is just the beginning.
These are some of the biggest ones, and there are others opening every day.
There's one probably going to open up in Moscow, one in South Korea, and the cool thing is they each have their own individual flavor that grew out of the community they came out of.
Let me take you on a little tour.
Biohackers work alone.
We work in groups, in big cities â â and in small villages.
We reverse engineer lab equipment.
We genetically engineer bacteria.
We hack hardware, software, wetware, and, of course, the code of life.
We like to build things.
Then we like to take things apart.
We make things grow.
We make things glow.
And we make cells dance.
The spirit of these labs, it's open, it's positive, but, you know, sometimes when people think of us, the first thing that comes to mind is bio-safety, bio-security, all the dark side stuff.
I'm not going to minimize those concerns.
Any powerful technology is inherently dual use, and, you know, you get something like synthetic biology, nanobiotechnology, it really compels you, you have to look at both the amateur groups but also the professional groups, because they have better infrastructure, they have better facilities, and they have access to pathogens.
So the United Nations did just that, and they recently issued a report on this whole area, and what they concluded was the power of this technology for positive was much greater than the risk for negative, and they even looked specifically at the DIYbio community, and they noted, not surprisingly, that the press had a tendency to consistently overestimate our capabilities and underestimate our ethics.
As a matter of fact, DIY people from all over the world, America, Europe, got together last year, and we hammered out a common code of ethics.
That's a lot more than conventional science has done.
Now, we follow state and local regulations.
We dispose of our waste properly, we follow safety procedures, we don't work with pathogens.
You know, if you're working with a pathogen, you're not part of the biohacker community, you're part of the bioterrorist community, I'm sorry.
And sometimes people ask me, "Well, what about an accident?"
Well, working with the safe organisms that we normally work with, the chance of an accident happening with somebody accidentally creating, like, some sort of superbug, that's literally about as probable as a snowstorm in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
Now, it could happen, but I'm not going to plan my life around it.
I've actually chosen to take a different kind of risk.
I signed up for something called the Personal Genome Project.
It's a study at Harvard where, at the end of the study, they're going to take my entire genomic sequence, all of my medical information, and my identity, and they're going to post it online for everyone to see.
There were a lot of risks involved that they talked about during the informed consent portion.
The one I liked the best is, someone could download my sequence, go back to the lab, synthesize some fake Ellen DNA, and plant it at a crime scene. But like DIYbio, the positive outcomes and the potential for good for a study like that far outweighs the risk.
Now, you might be asking yourself, "Well, you know, what would I do in a biolab?"
Well, it wasn't that long ago we were asking, "Well, So this stuff is just beginning.
We're only seeing just the tip of the DNA iceberg.
Let me show you what you could do right now.
A biohacker in Germany, a journalist, wanted to know whose dog was leaving little presents on his street?
Yep, you guessed it. He threw tennis balls to all the neighborhood dogs, analyzed the saliva, identified the dog, and confronted the dog owner.
I discovered an invasive species in my own backyard.
Looked like a ladybug, right?
It actually is a Japanese beetle.
And the same kind of technology -- it's called DNA barcoding, it's really cool -- You can use it to check if your caviar is really beluga, if that sushi is really tuna, or if that goat cheese that you paid so much for is really goat's.
In a biohacker space, you can analyze your genome You can analyze your breakfast cereal for GMO's, and you can explore your ancestry.
You can send weather balloons up into the stratosphere, collect microbes, see what's up there.
You can make a biocensor out of yeast to detect pollutants in water.
You can make some sort of a biofuel cell.
You can do a lot of things.
You can also do an art science project. Some of these are really spectacular, and they look at social, ecological problems from a completely different perspective.
It's really cool.
Some people ask me, well, why am I involved?
I could have a perfectly good career in mainstream science.
The thing is, there's something in these labs that they have to offer society that you can't find anywhere else.
There's something sacred about a space where you can work on a project, and you don't have to justify to anyone that it's going to make a lot of money, that it's going to save mankind, or even that it's feasible.
It just has to follow safety guidelines.
If you had spaces like this all over the world, it could really change the perception of who's allowed to do biotech.
It's spaces like these that spawned personal computing.
Why not personal biotech?
If everyone in this room got involved, who knows what we could do?
This is such a new area, and as we say back in Brooklyn, you ain't seen nothin' yet. | {
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They're discoveries of people and the way people are, and new leadership.
This is Benki.
Benki is a leader of the Ashaninka Nation.
His people live in Brazil and in Peru.
Benki comes from a village so remote up in the Amazon that to get there, either you have to fly and land on water, or go by canoe for several days.
I met Benki three years ago in Sao Paulo when I'd brought him and other leaders from indigenous peoples to meet with me and leaders from around the world, because we wanted to learn from each other.
We wanted to share our stories with each other.
The Ashaninka people are known throughout South America for their dignity, their spirit and their resistance, starting with the Incas and continuing through the 19th century with the rubber tappers.
Today's biggest threat to the Ashaninka people and to Benki comes from illegal logging -- the people who come into the beautiful forest and cut down ancient mahogany trees, float them down the river to world markets.
Benki knew this.
He could see what was happening to his forest, to his environment, because he was taken under his grandfather's wing when he was only two years old to begin to learn about the forest and the way of life of his people.
His grandfather died when he was only 10.
And at that young age, 10 years old, Benki became the paje of his community.
Now, in the Ashaninka tradition and culture, the paje is the most important person in the community.
This is the person who contains within him all the knowledge, all the wisdom of centuries and centuries of life, and not just about his people, but about everything that his people's survival depended on: the trees, the birds, the water, the soil, the forest.
So when he was only 10 and he became the paje, he began to lead his people.
He began to talk to them about the forest that they needed to protect, the way of life they needed to nurture.
He explained to them that it was not a question of survival of the fittest; it was a question of understanding what they needed to survive and to protect that.
Eight years later, when he was a young man of 18, Benki left the forest for the first time.
He went 3,000 miles on an odyssey to Rio to the Earth Summit to tell the world what was happening in his tiny, little corner.
And he went because he hoped the world would listen.
Some did, not everybody.
But if you can imagine this young man with his headdress and his flowing robe, learning a new language, Portuguese, not to mention English, going to Rio, building a bridge to reach out to people he'd never met before -- a pretty hostile world.
But he wasn't dismayed.
Benki came back to his village full of ideas -- new technologies, new research, new ways of understanding what was going on.
Since that time, he's continued to work with his people, and not only the Ashaninka Nation, but all the peoples of the Amazon and beyond.
He's built schools to teach children to care for the forest.
Together, he's led the reforestation of over 25 percent of the land that had been destroyed by the loggers.
He's created a cooperative to help people diversify their livelihoods.
And he's brought the internet and satellite technology to the forest -- both so that people themselves could monitor the deforestation, but also that he could speak from the forest to the rest of the world.
If you were to meet Benki and ask him, "Why are you doing this?
Why are you putting yourself at risk?
Why are you making yourself vulnerable to what is often a hostile world?"
he would tell you, as he told me, "I asked myself," he said, "What did my grandparents and my great-grandparents do to protect the forest for me?
And what am I doing?"
So when I think of that, I wonder what our grandchildren and our great-grandchildren, when they ask themselves that question, I wonder how they will answer.
For me, the world is veering towards a future we don't much want when we really think about it deep inside.
It's a future we don't know the details of, but it's a future that has signs, just like Benki saw the signs around him.
We know we are running out of what we need.
We're running out of fresh water.
We're running out of fossil fuels.
We're running out of land.
We know climate change is going to affect all of us.
We don't know how, but we know it will.
And we know that there will be more of us than ever before -- five times as many people in 40 years than 60 years ago.
We are running out of what we need.
And we also know that the world has changed in other ways, that since 1960 there are one-third as many new countries that exist as independent entities on the planet.
Egos, systems of government -- figuring it out -- massive change.
And in addition to that, we know that five other really big countries are going to have a say in the future, a say we haven't even really started to hear yet -- China, India, Russia, South Africa and Benki's own Brazil, where Benki got his civil rights only in the 1988 constitution.
But you know all that.
You know more than Benki knew when he left his forest and went 3,000 miles.
You also know that we can't just keep doing what we've always done, because we'll get the results we've always gotten.
And this reminds me of something I understand Lord Salisbury said to Queen Victoria over a hundred years ago, when she was pressing him, "Please change."
He said, "Change?
Why change?
Things are bad enough as they are."
We have to change.
It's imperative to me, when I look around the world, that we need to change ourselves.
We need new models of what it means to be a leader.
We need new models of being a leader and a human in the world.
I started life as a banker.
Now I don't admit to that But for the past eight years, I've done something completely different.
My work has taken me around the world, of meeting people like Benki and many others who are making change happen in their communities -- people who see the world differently, who are asking different questions, who have different answers, who understand the filters that they wear when they go out into the world.
This is Sanghamitra.
Sanghamitra comes from Bangalore.
I met Sanghamitra eight years ago when I was in Bangalore organizing a workshop with leaders of different NGO's working in some of the hardest aspects of society.
Sanghamitra didn't start life as a leader of an NGO, she started her career as university professor, teaching English literature.
But she realized that she was much too detached from the world doing that.
She loved it, but she was too detached.
And so in 1993, a long time ago, she decided to start a new organization called Samraksha focused on one of the hardest areas, one of the hardest issues in India -- HIV/AIDS.
Since that time, Samraksha has grown from strength to strength and is now one of the leading health NGO's in India.
But if you just think about the state of the world and knowledge of HIV/AIDS in 1993 -- in India at that time it was skyrocketing and nobody understood why, and everyone was actually very, very afraid.
Today there are still three million HIV-positive people in India.
That's the second largest population in the world.
When I asked Sanghamitra, "How did you get from English literature to HIV/AIDS?"
not an obvious path, she said to me, "It's all connected.
Literature makes one sensitive, sensitive to people, to their dreams and to their ideas."
Since that time, under her leadership, Samraksha has been a pioneer in all fields related to HIV/AIDS.
They have respite homes, the first, the first care centers, the first counseling services -- and not just in urban, 7-million-population Bangalore, but in the hardest to reach villages in the state of Karnataka.
Even that wasn't enough.
She wanted to change policy at the government level.
10 of their programs that she pioneered are now government policy and funded by the government.
They take care of 20,000-odd people today in over 1,000 villages around Karnataka.
She works with people like Murali Krishna.
Murali Krishna comes from one of those villages.
He lost his wife to AIDS a couple of years ago, and he's HIV-positive.
But he saw the work, the care, that Sanghamitra and her team brought to the village, and he wanted to be part of it.
He's a Leaders' Quest fellow, and that helps him with his work.
They've pioneered a different approach to villages.
Instead of handing out information in pamphlets, as is so often the case, they bring theater troupes, songs, music, dance.
And they sit around, and they talk about dreams.
Sanghamitra told me just last week -- she had just come back from two weeks in the villages, and she had a real breakthrough.
They were sitting in a circle, talking about the dreams for the village.
And the young women in the village spoke up and said, "We've changed our dream.
Our dream is for our partners, our husbands, not to be given to us because of a horoscope, but to be given to us because they've been tested for HIV."
If you are lucky enough to meet Sanghamitra and ask her why and how, how have you achieved so much?
She would look at you and very quietly, very softly say, "It just happened.
It's the spirit inside."
This is Dr. Fan Jianchuan.
Jianchuan comes from Sichuan Province He was born in 1957, and you can imagine what his childhood looked like and felt like, over the last 50 tumultuous years.
He's been a soldier, a teacher, a politician, a vice-mayor and a business man.
But if you sat down and asked him, "Who are you really, and what do you do?"
He would tell you, "I'm a collector, and I curate a museum."
I was lucky; I had heard about him for years, and I finally met him earlier this year at his museum in Chengdu. He's been a collector all of his life, starting when he was four or five in the early 1960's.
Now, just think of the early 1960's in China.
through the Cultural Revolution and everything afterward, he's kept collecting, so that he now has over eight million pieces in his museums documenting contemporary Chinese history.
These are pieces that you won't find anywhere else in the world, in part because they document parts of history Chinese choose to forget.
For example, he's got over one million pieces a war that's not talked about in China very much and whose heroes are not honored.
Why did he do all this?
Because he thought a nation should never repeat the mistakes of the past.
So, from commissioning slightly larger than life bronze statues of the heroes of the Sino-Japanese War, including those Chinese who then fought with each other and left mainland China to go to Taiwan, to commemorating all the unknown, ordinary soldiers who survived, by asking them to take prints of their hands, he is making sure -- one man is making sure -- that history is not forgotten.
But it's not just Chinese heroes he cares about.
This building contains the world's largest collection of documents and artifacts commemorating the U.S. role in fighting on the Chinese side in that long war -- the Flying Tigers.
He has nine other buildings -- that are already open to the public -- filled to the rafters with artifacts documenting contemporary Chinese history.
Two of the most sensitive buildings include a lifetime of collection about the Cultural Revolution, a period that actually most Chinese would prefer to forget.
But he doesn't want his nation ever to forget.
These people inspire me, and they inspire me because they show us what is possible when you change the way you look at the world, change the way you look at your place in the world.
They looked outside, and then they changed what was on the inside.
They didn't go to business school.
They didn't read a manual, "How to Be a Good Leader in 10 Easy Steps."
But they have qualities we'd all recognize.
They have drive, passion, commitment.
They've gone away from what they did before, and they've gone to something they didn't know.
They've tried to connect worlds they didn't know existed before.
They've built bridges, and they've walked across them.
They have a sense of the great arc of time and their tiny place in it.
They know people have come before them and will follow them.
And they know that they're part of a whole, that they depend on other people.
It's not about them, they know that, but it has to start with them.
And they have humility.
It just happens.
But we know it doesn't just happen, don't we?
We know it takes a lot to make it happen, and we know the direction the world is going in.
So I think we need succession planning on a global basis.
We can't wait for the next generation, the new joiners, to come in and learn how to be the good leaders we need.
I think it has to start with us.
And we know, just like they knew, how hard it is.
But the good news is that we don't have to figure it out as we go along; we have models, we have examples, like Benki and Sanghamitra and Jianchuan.
We can look at what they've done, if we look.
We can learn from what they've learned.
We can change the way we see ourselves in the world.
And if we're lucky, we can change the way our great-grandchildren will answer Benki's question.
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[O Mist King. We have only one day before the due date, how are your preparations coming along?]
The Snow Sage, who had also logged in, questioned about the state of preparations for the âUltra-long-distance Transportation Formation,â with a touch of impatience that he would ordinarily never reveal.
[Iâll have to shoulder some more responsibilities, but Iâll be able to handle it. You should focus on your own place if you have time to worry about me.]
[Right. It seems that both of us are lacking in manpower.]
The scale of the Octopus Kingâs invasion this time was double the magnitude of the preceding one. It was six times the size of the first incursion, not to mention the presence of several monsters that were suspected to be of a higher species than the giant octopus.
[Well, weâll work it out. Unlike the last two occasions, all of the humans in my dungeon will be indiscriminately conscripted and dispatched to combat the Octopus Kingâs army this time. Besides...]
[Besides?]
[If Ichiko and the others can swiftly vanquish the Octopus King and return back, everything will turn out fine. Ichiko can utilize her Long-distance Transportation Formation on the way back.]
The Snow Sageâs face lit up with amusement at my remarks.
[You sure have the confidence that the Octopus King can be overthrown, huh?]
[Hmph. What sort of ruler are you if you canât trust your own subordinates?]
[Hahaha. Then I shall do my utmost to put all my faith in my men.]
When I arrived at the âTeleportation Room,â both the Snow Sage and I returned our consciousnesses to our main bodies.
âKurokiri!â
The nine members who had been assigned to plunge into the Octopus Kingâs dungeon were all present in the âTeleportation Room,â with their arms equipped with pressure-resistant technology.
âWeâre a day ahead of plan, but are you guys ready to be transported to the Octopus Kingâs dungeon?â
âThere is no problem. Wouldnât it be wiser for us to go in early and take out the Octopus King?â
Everyone nodded in concurrence with Ryoâs answer. Ichiko and her companionsâ countenances were brimming with resolve, exuding a spirit of determination to accomplish their goal at all costs.
âOkay. All of you get into position, then. Also, letâs go over the entry procedure. The pressure differential between the target point and the âTeleportation Roomâ will almost certainly result in a deluge of water bursting out of the gate once I open it to the target point. For this reason, a pressure-resistant barrier will be constructed around the gate, and you will first enter and wait inside the barrier. After one minute, when the barrier is filled with water, you will advance into the dungeon.â
âI understand. The Fox Princessâ pressure-resistant technology isolates air from the sea and forms a layer of air around us, ensuring that we wonât encounter any problems with oxygen or other difficulties.â
Following my explanation, the nine of them stepped into the sphere set up in the center of the âTeleportation Roomâ.
âNow, Iâd better get on with it too.â
Watching them, I also moved to the operatorâs seat. The seat for the coordinates had already been installed through a Hanryojin by the use of the memory-reading technique and so on.
And then I started the chanting.
âââââ
Within the sphere was pure darkness, impervious to all light.
âIâll light a fire.â
Mugi lighted the cantera attached to her waist with âªFox Fireâ« to provide light.
With the light, the darkness inside the sphere was dispelled, yet nothing in particular can be found there. That was only reasonable, given that something new will emerge from now on.
âActivating the technique.â
A thin layer of air was stretched around me when I activated the technique contained in the silver ring attached to my right wrist.
And when the other members saw that I had activated the technique, they activated the ring as well.
â~~~~~...â
âHas it begun?â
Kurokiriâs voice can be heard faintly from the outside. It was the chanting to activate the âUltra-long-distance Transportation Formationâ.
âThis chanting is different from the one I heard before.â
Lady Ryo came up next to me and started conversing with me.
âThe reason why the chanting is not the same depends on the coordinates of the target point and the environmental information surrounding the âTeleportation Room,â so the chanting has been changed according to those coordinates and information.â
âIs it complicated after all?â
âIâm afraid itâs more complicated than that. Even I, who has been working on the development of this room for a long time, can comprehend less than half of what this room means and how it is handled.â
Kurokiri himself did not take pride in having created this room and treated it as if it were nothing, but in reality, it should not be such an easy feat.
He peeked into the abyss of this world and pursued knowledge to attain the purposes he had set for himself even if it meant being observed by the abyss.
While unaware of what was safe and what was dangerous, he nonetheless verified each of them with his own body and left a trail that will serve as a guide for those who will follow suit.
For over five years, he had been exposed to the depths of sorceries that would drive a normal person insane and dead with a single sentence, and he had made the sorcery into his own.
Kurokiri referred to himself as a mere sorcerer, but he already wielded the power to identify himself as a wizard. Furthermore, this was a domain that cannot be reached by an ordinary individual. It was a domain that can only be accessed by those who had been blessed with the gift of sorceries and had cultivated that gift.
Although there was currently no comparison when looking at the culmination of his research on this âTeleportation Room,â I believed that Kurokiri deserved to be referred to as a genius.
However, based on his past experience, he would never acknowledge that he was a prodigy.
âThe chanting is over.â
âHere it comes! Everybody get ready!â
Simultaneously, a black gate arose in the center of the sphere, and a vast amount of seawater burst out of the gate and filled the interior of the sphere.
Then, as soon as the interior of the sphere was suffused with seawater, we jumped into the gate and commenced our onslaught into the âPalace of Abyss,â the dungeon of the Octopus King, located meters deep in the sea beyond the gate. | {
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Now appearances, of course, can be deceptive, and to an extent, this feisty, energetic persona of lecture-going and traffic cone stealing was a veneer, albeit a very well-crafted and convincing one.
Underneath, I was actually deeply unhappy, insecure frightened of other people, of the future, of failure and of the emptiness that I felt was within me.
But I was skilled at hiding it, and from the outside appeared to be someone with everything to hope for and aspire to.
This fantasy of invulnerability was so complete that I even deceived myself, and as the first semester ended and the second began, there was no way that anyone could have predicted what was just about to happen.
I was leaving a seminar when it started, humming to myself, fumbling with my bag when suddenly I heard a voice calmly observe, I looked around, and there was no one there, but the clarity and decisiveness of the comment was unmistakable.
Shaken, I left my books on the stairs and hurried home, and there it was again.
"She is opening the door."
This was the beginning. The voice had arrived.
And the voice persisted, days and then weeks of it, on and on, narrating everything I did in the third person.
"She is going to the library."
"She is going to a lecture."
It was neutral, impassive and even, after a while, strangely companionate and reassuring, although I did notice that its calm exterior sometimes slipped and that it occasionally mirrored my own unexpressed emotion.
So, for example, if I was angry and had to hide it, which I often did, being very adept at concealing how I really felt, then the voice would sound frustrated.
Otherwise, it was neither sinister nor disturbing, although even at that point it was clear that it had something to communicate to me about my emotions, particularly emotions which were remote and inaccessible.
Now it was then that I made a fatal mistake, in that I told a friend about the voice, and she was horrified.
A subtle conditioning process had begun, the implication that normal people don't hear voices and the fact that I did meant that something was very seriously wrong.
Such fear and mistrust was infectious.
Suddenly the voice didn't seem quite so benign anymore, and when she insisted that I seek medical attention, I duly complied, and which proved to be mistake number two. I spent some time telling the college G.P.
anxiety, low self-worth, fears about the future, and was met with bored indifference until I mentioned the voice, upon which he dropped his pen, swung round and began to question me with a show of real interest.
And to be fair, I was desperate for interest and help, and I began to tell him about my strange commentator.
"She is digging her own grave."
I was referred to a psychiatrist, who likewise took a grim view of the voice's presence, subsequently interpreting everything I said through a lens of latent insanity.
For example, I was part of a student TV station that broadcast news bulletins around the campus, and during an appointment which was running very late, I said, "I'm sorry, doctor, I've got to go.
I'm reading the news at six."
Now it's down on my medical records that Eleanor has delusions that she's a television news broadcaster.
It was at this point that events began to rapidly overtake me.
A hospital admission followed, the first of many, a diagnosis of schizophrenia came next, and then, worst of all, a toxic, tormenting sense of hopelessness, humiliation and despair about myself and my prospects.
But having been encouraged to see the voice not as an experience but as a symptom, my fear and resistance towards it intensified.
Now essentially, this represented taking an aggressive stance towards my own mind, a kind of psychic civil war, and in turn this caused the number of voices to increase and grow progressively hostile and menacing.
Helplessly and hopelessly, I began to retreat into this nightmarish inner world in which the voices were destined to become both my persecutors and my only perceived companions.
They told me, for example, that if I proved myself worthy of their help, then they could change my life back to how it had been, and a series of increasingly bizarre tasks was set, a kind of labor of Hercules.
It started off quite small, for example, pull out three strands of hair, but gradually it grew more extreme, culminating in commands to harm myself, and a particularly dramatic instruction: "You see that tutor over there?
You see that glass of water?
Well, you have to go over and pour it over him in front of the other students."
Which I actually did, and which needless to say did not endear me to the faculty.
In effect, a vicious cycle of fear, avoidance, and this was a battle in which I felt powerless and incapable of establishing any kind of peace or reconciliation.
Two years later, and the deterioration was dramatic.
By now, I had the whole frenzied repertoire: terrifying voices, grotesque visions, bizarre, intractable delusions.
My mental health status had been a catalyst for discrimination, verbal abuse, and physical and sexual assault, and I'd been told by my psychiatrist, "Eleanor, you'd be better off with cancer, because cancer is easier to cure than schizophrenia."
I'd been diagnosed, drugged and discarded, and was by now so tormented by the voices that I attempted to drill a hole in my head in order to get them out.
Now looking back on the wreckage and despair of those years, it seems to me now as if someone died in that place, and yet, someone else was saved.
A broken and haunted person began that journey, but the person who emerged was a survivor and would ultimately grow into the person I was destined to be.
Many people have harmed me in my life, and I remember them all, but the memories grow pale and faint in comparison with the people who've helped me.
The fellow survivors, the fellow voice-hearers, the comrades and collaborators; the mother who never gave up on me, who knew that one day I would come back to her and was willing to wait for me for as long as it took; the doctor who only worked with me for a brief time but who reinforced his belief that recovery was not only possible but inevitable, and during a devastating period of relapse
told my terrified family, "Don't give up hope.
I believe that Eleanor can get through this.
Sometimes, you know, it snows as late as May, Fourteen minutes is not enough time who fought with me and for me and who waited to welcome me back from that agonized, lonely place.
But together, they forged a blend of courage, creativity, integrity, and an unshakeable belief that my shattered self could become healed and whole.
I used to say that these people saved me, but what I now know is they did something even more important in that they empowered me to save myself, and crucially, they helped me to understand something which I'd always suspected: that my voices were a meaningful response to traumatic life events, particularly childhood events, and as such were not my enemies but a source of insight into solvable emotional problems.
Now, at first, this was very difficult to believe, not least because the voices appeared so hostile and menacing, so in this respect, a vital first step was learning to separate out a metaphorical meaning from what I'd previously interpreted to be a literal truth.
So for example, voices which threatened to attack my home I learned to interpret as my own sense of fear and insecurity in the world, rather than an actual, objective danger.
Now at first, I would have believed them.
I remember, for example, sitting up one night on guard outside my parents' room to protect them from what I thought was a genuine threat from the voices.
Because I'd had such a bad problem with self-injury that most of the cutlery in the house had been hidden, so I ended up arming myself with a plastic fork, kind of like picnic ware, and sort of sat outside the room clutching it and waiting to spring into action should anything happen.
It was like, "Don't mess with me.
I've got a plastic fork, don't you know?"
Strategic.
But a later response, and much more useful, would be to try and deconstruct the message behind the words, so when the voices warned me not to leave the house, then I would thank them for drawing my attention to how unsafe I felt -- because if I was aware of it, then I could do something positive about it -- but go on to reassure both them and myself that we were safe and didn't need to feel frightened anymore.
I would set boundaries for the voices, and try to interact with them in a way that was assertive yet respectful, establishing a slow process in which we could learn to work together and support one another.
Throughout all of this, what I would ultimately realize was that each voice was closely related to aspects of myself, and that each of them carried overwhelming emotions that I'd never had an opportunity to process or resolve, memories of sexual trauma and abuse, of anger, shame, guilt, low self-worth.
The voices took the place of this pain and gave words to it, and possibly one of the greatest revelations was when I realized that the most hostile and aggressive voices actually represented the parts of me that had been hurt most profoundly, and as such, it was these voices that needed to be shown the greatest compassion and care.
It was armed with this knowledge that ultimately each fragment represented by a different voice, gradually withdraw from all my medication, and return to psychiatry, only this time from the other side.
Ten years after the voice first came, I finally graduated, this time with the highest degree in psychology the university had ever given, and one year later, the highest masters, which shall we say isn't bad for a madwoman.
In fact, one of the voices actually dictated the answers during the exam, which technically possibly counts as cheating.
And to be honest, sometimes I quite enjoyed their attention as well.
As Oscar Wilde has said, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.
It also makes you very good at eavesdropping, because you can listen to two conversations simultaneously.
So it's not all bad.
I worked in mental health services, I spoke at conferences, I published book chapters and academic articles, and I argued, and continue to do so, the relevance of the following concept: that an important question in psychiatry shouldn't be what's wrong with you but rather what's happened to you.
And all the while, I listened to my voices, with whom I'd finally learned to live with peace and respect and which in turn reflected a growing sense of compassion, acceptance and respect towards myself.
And I remember the most moving and extraordinary moment when supporting another young woman who was terrorized by her voices, and becoming fully aware, for the very first time, that I no longer felt that way myself but was finally able to help someone else who was.
I'm now very proud to be a part of Intervoice, the organizational body of the International Hearing Voices Movement, an initiative inspired by the work of Professor Marius Romme and Dr. Sandra Escher, which locates voice hearing as a survival strategy, a sane reaction to insane circumstances, not as an aberrant symptom of schizophrenia to be endured, but a complex, significant and meaningful experience to be explored.
Together, we envisage and enact a society that understands and respects voice hearing, supports the needs of individuals who hear voices, and which values them as full citizens.
This type of society is not only possible, it's already on its way.
To paraphrase Chavez, once social change begins, it cannot be reversed.
You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride.
You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore.
For me, the achievements of the Hearing Voices Movement are a reminder that empathy, fellowship, justice and respect are more than words; they are convictions and beliefs, and that beliefs can change the world.
In the last 20 years, the Hearing Voices Movement in 26 countries across five continents, working together to promote dignity, solidarity and empowerment for individuals in mental distress, to create a new language and practice of hope, which, at its very center, lies an unshakable belief in the power of the individual.
As Peter Levine has said, the human animal is a unique being endowed with an instinctual capacity to heal and the intellectual spirit to harness this innate capacity.
In this respect, for members of society, than facilitating that process of healing for someone, to bear witness, to reach out a hand, to share the burden of someone's suffering, and to hold the hope for their recovery.
And likewise, for survivors of distress and adversity, that we remember we don't have to live our lives forever defined by the damaging things that have happened to us.
We are unique. We are irreplaceable.
What lies within us can never be truly colonized, contorted, or taken away.
The light never goes out.
As a very wonderful doctor once said to me, "Don't tell me what other people have told you about yourself.
Tell me about you."
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