Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

“Yes, but it is the source of my anger—a lot of it. There’s really little
I can do to rectify this to my satisfaction. Just for the chance, Alexi, I feel
that I’d give up a lot. If I had been born female, I might never have been
so full of fear, shame, anger, and self-loathing. When you drew that picture
in my journal the other day, the picture of me as I could have been,
you did a better job than anyone could have. And here you are, human.”
Alexi stopped on his heel and turned. “As are you. Think about it.” He
emphasized those last three words. Ken looked at him, one eyebrow
cocked, an expression that asked “What’s your point?” Alexi shrugged
and continued walking. “I do my best. Was it better that I drew it or no?
The iniquity is only more apparent. Come, clear your mind of that as
much as you can for tonight. We cannot turn our backs on our problems,
but we may be well advised to avoid warfare on every front.”
“You should listen to your own advice, my friend,” Ken said. Alexi
cocked his head, acknowledging the comment as valid. “Oh, one last
thing. A reiteration, really: pivotal to everything, this must work out.
You said you’d be pissed if it failed, and then seemed to reconsider… I’d
be gone in a flash of false mirth and empty promises. And hurt, deep
down.”
“That’s a heavy load for one man, Ken.”
“It’s not really up to just you, so don’t feel that I’m pressuring you. I
know that’s not what you need.”
“Much of it is on my back regardless. There is a subtext to everything
we do… that we are gathering people, preparing for something. We don’t
even know what it is ourselves but we feel it so strongly that there is no
doubt. But think – where is this going? How will it work? We all have a
very clear picture of how we don’t fit into the present culture. We all
know that the status quo of suburban white-bread America is incapable
of supporting anything but robots and people who take advantage of
robots. And we all know that we may only have a few generations left to
decide as a species if we’re going to make the conscious decision to
evolve as a people, as tribes, or if we are going to remain separated,
estranged by hate, and strip the planet of life. But I see only two ways of
changing any calcified system: either blowing it up or changing it from
the inside, a brick at a time, using the same mechanics they do. Beating
them at their own game, as they say. Violence begets violence, right…
that’s not an ecological option. And I don’t think any of us are willing to
play ‘their’ game—what do we really expect to happen?” He paused.
“Maybe we shouldn’t focus on the ‘them’ so much, but instead look at
the ‘us,’ and continue to grow so that we can spread our message far and
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