For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

informed consent (willingness), which is a different animal altogether in terms of
emergence, to the visceral response of “someone evil above watching me” mentality.
One thing that vanished, pretty much, was the concept of “estate” and though lineage
became a bragging right of sorts, the lineage came from those whose contributions to
abundance were known, most often.
When Datacube first came out, a desperate effort was made to suppress it, but by that
time, Amelia’s Point had Tipped, and the toadies-no-more who came up with it first knew
that by freeing the data flies onto the Web it would feed us spiders the strength we
needed to defend but never to bear false Witness. Thus, in honesty, we would tend to get
by.
We wrote the Code of Ethics, the Alliance of Hearts, based on the Idea that UnLove,
where willingness is not mutual, if information has been maliciously withheld, will not be
tolerated, and if you choose to go past willingness, your reputation amongst those that
care will drop, and if you work your cards right you will be shunned. Keep unhappiness
to a minimum, and be prepared to tell your side of the story. If you are found guilty in
Court, it will be of your peers, those who matter day-to-day around each of us. We do
not tolerate the UnEthical, and informed willingness is the yardstick.
And of course, if you trust those around you, your surveillance of your house may be
limited to the soirees you throw – everyone knows Witness is all over the place at the
bazillion open functions. It is expected and no big deal as long as no UnLove is
evidenced (no unhappiness). We have much Neutral Love (neither Love nor UnLove),
and an abundance of Love, Itself, as we move in the circles of those who love the same
things we do, finding it easier to love even those who do not.
Thus, We spend Our collective time promoting Love, the Highest Ethical Goal.
With a kiss I left Lee, heading to my studio, and I knew Lee would soon be off to do his
film exposures the Old way (his thing, y’know), and at dinner we would share them. I
would see the broken boards with the zipper bag poking out – I knew Lee enough to
know he would HAVE to take a picture...or 10, with holotech, and a bunch of analog
ones, Old tech, in artistically arranged composition – and the reality would supplant the
patched-together picture I had been carrying since the diary entered my quality picture,
since it entered my Universe.