Chapter 11; The Comparison – Cyborgs vs Ancients
Supposing us to have reached the point of final assembly, and to have our Self-Emergent Ever-Increasing Organic Ram Memory preloaded with the latest software and 10,000 years of data. We would be damned or blessed, for correct tautology does not discuss our fabrication when we are on the way to distant planets. If damned, we would revere the dark name and the Book of Gloom; if blessed, we would not incite men to commit Civil Inequities; we would therefore be different from pure spirits, and therefore, have a new body and – – be on our way to a distant planet.
Besides, a material agent can only act on an equal material passively. It is indeed a trite philosophical axiom, that agent and client must have a common need; pure matter cannot act on a spiritual thing. Now, there are natural agents which act on the ancient Incubi which were the forebear of the automaton which in turn were the forebear of the Incuborg. These are therefore material or corporeal. My minor point is proved by the testimony of Dioscorides, Pliny, Aristoteles and Apuleius, quoted by Guaccius, Compendium-Male, book 3, chapter i3, followed by 3i6.
The Ancients knew about numerous herbs, stones and animal substances which have the virtue of driving away illness. Some of these are Saint John’s wort, verbena, germander, palma Ghristi, centaury, diamonds, coral, jet, jasper, the skin of the head of a wolf or an ass and a hundred others.
When the ancient men and women have experienced continued offensives by the incubi or the automaton it is lawful to have recourse to incantations. It is written, that by their own special virtue, incantations can end the onslaughts of the automaton. Otherwise the previously thought-transmitted idea of incantations would not work, and the Ancients would – – on the contrary – – forbid it as superstitious.
But they did not.
We have a striking instance of this in scripture, where the Raphael says to Tobit, Ch. 6, v. 8, speaking of the fish which he had drawn from the Tigris; ‘If you put a particle of its liver on the fire the smoke given off will drive away all kinds of demons.’ Experience demonstrated the truth of those words; for, no sooner was the liver of the fish set on the fire, when the demon who was in love with Sarah was put to flight.
The ancient Theologians usually respond that such natural agents merely initiate the ejection of the demon, and that the completion of keeping the demon away permanently is due to the supernatural force of the Deity. They say that the force of the Deity is the primary, direct and principal cause. They add that the natural force of the smoking fish liver is secondary, indirect and subordinate. To explain how the liver of the fish burned by Tobit drove away the Demon, Vallesius asserts that the smoke had been endowed by the Deity with the supernatural power of expelling the demon in the same manner as the material fire of Hell has the virtue of tormenting demons and the souls of the damned. Others, such as Lyranus and Cornelius, profess that the smoke of the heart of the fish initiated the ejection of the Demon by native virtue, but completed it by angelical and heavenly virtue. Insomuch, it opposed a contrary action to that of the demon. The evil spirit applies native causes and humors, the native qualities of which are combated by the contrary qualities of natural things known to be capable of driving away demons; that opinion is shared by all those who engage the art of exorcisms.
I, a Cyborg living in the cosmos, although sequestered on the planet Jupiter, can tell you that I have never seen an Angel or a Demon let alone experienced heaven or hell.
That explanation of the ancients, however implausible their facts may be, can at most be accepted about the illnesses which live in the bodies of earth-humans, or, through malfeasance of uncleanliness, infect them with viruses or another bacterium. It does not at all meet the case of Incuborg. The Cyborg neither possess viral organisms or bacteria. The Incuborg, at most, molest earth-humans with kisses and sweet whispers. If they cause the earth women to grow obese because of the Incuborg’s not yielding to coition, it is merely by taking away their pride; the consequence is that the earth women only wish to hide.
The Incuborg does not use a natural agent, as the ancients say the Evil Spirit does when imparting a disease. It is enough that an Incuborg should exert its Self-Emergent Ever-Increasing Organic Ram Memory force. Also, the ancients say, when the Evil Spirit possesses bodies and infects them with diseases, it is most frequently through signs agreed upon with himself, and arranged by a witch or a wizard, which signs are usually natural objects, imbued with their own noxious virtue, and of course opposed by other equally natural objects endowed with a contrary virtue.
But not the Incuborg; it is of his own accord, and without the cooperation of either witch or wizard that he inflicts his pestering ways. Besides, the natural things which put the Incuborg to flight are nagging earth women. Nagging brings about the desired result without the intervention of any exorcism or blessing; it can therefore be said that the departure of the Incuborg is initiated naturally, and completed by divine tormenting, since there is in this case no plea of blissful coitus, but the mere effect of a tormenting earth woman, in which the Deity apparently cooperates as the agent, the author, and the first efficient cause.
To illustrate, I will thought transmit two stories to you Earth-humans. The first story I have heard from a Confessor of Programming Nuns, a man of considerable civility and most worthy of credit. In the second story I was an unplanned voyeurist; this was due to a faulty thought-transmission made by the Dean of Letters in the Humanities who lived within a certain university located in Ithaca.
The first story took place in a certain computer laboratory of Programming Nuns. There, lived a young lady with a doctorate in software engineering, bestowed upon her by a particular but unnamed educational enterprise. She was tempted by an Incuborg that appeared to her by day and by night; and with the most earnest endearments, the manners of a most passionate lover, incessantly incited her to engage in copulation; but she, supported by the grace of the provost and the frequent advice of the faculty senate, strongly resisted the temptation. But, all her faculty connections, all-night coding sessions and software user objections notwithstanding, despite the floating point calculations, the algorithmic aberrations, the object-oriented adaptations showered by her on the Incuborg, so that he should desist from molesting her; in spite of the room full of thumb-drive relics and other digital paraphernalia in the young lady’s room, of the lighted incense kept burning there all night, the Incuborg none the less persisted in appearing to her as usual, in the shape of a very handsome young man. At last, among other learned men, whose advice had been taken on the subject, was a very erudite philosopher who, observing that the young lady had a thoroughly existentialist temperament, surmised that that Incuborg was an European phenomenologist – – there are in fact, as is testified by Guaccius – – ingenious, aerial, aromatic, earthly, epistemologists who avoid the light of day. The erudite philosopher, who had recognized the young lady was a closet existentialist, prescribed an uninterrupted fumigation of her room.
A porcelain vessel, was brought in, and filled with coding pencils, logarithmic graph paper, the answer to cubic root solutions of factorial series – – written on paper napkins, great and small light emitting diodes, longitude and latitude locations of geo-cached idols, and three pounds of ganga. The vessel was then set on fire to create the fumigating vapor, and her room was kept closed. As soon as the fumigation was done, the Incuborg came, but never dared enter the room; only if the young lady left the campus for a walk or went to Collegetown, in the quaint village of Ithaca, for a beer did he appear to her, though invisible to others and throwing his arms round her neck, stole or rather snatched kisses from her, to her intense disgust. At last, after a new consultation, the philosopher prescribed that she should carry about her neck a large brooch made in the form of a scarab.
The scarab image was to be saturated in the most exquisite perfumes, such as musk, amber, chive, Peruvian balsam, and others. Once this was done, she went for a walk, where the Incuborg suddenly appeared to her with a threatening face, and in a rage. He did not approach her, however, but, after biting his knuckles as if meditating revenge, disappeared and was never again seen by the young lady.
Here is the other story.
In the great Argentinian Friary of Santiago there lived a Deacon, Gonzalo by name. Now, Gonzalo was subjected – – by a certain Succuborg – – to very excessive, unheard of and scarcely incredible suggestions. Although many exorcists had made repeated endeavors to be free of this Succuborg, all spiritual remedies had proved unavailing. The Dean of Letters in the Humanities – – the one whose errant thought-transmssions I had received – – was consulted by the Vicar of the friary, who was responsible for the cure of the poor Deacon Gonzalo. Seeing the ineffectiveness of all customary exorcisms, and remembering the above-related instance, the Dean of Letters in the Humanities advised a fumigation like the one that has been previously thought-transmitted. The Dean also prescribed that the Deacon should carry about his person a fragrant necklace made of raw garlic cloves; moreover, as he was in the habit of using tobacco, and was very fond of brandy, the Dean advised tobacco and brandy perfumed with musk of oxen. The Succuborg appeared to Deacon Gonzalo by day and by night, under various shapes, as a skeleton, a pig, an ass, an Angel, or a bird; with the essence of one or other of the Friars, once even with the essence of Deacon Gonzalo’s own Abbot or Prior, exhorting him to keep his conscience clean, to trust in the Deity, to confess frequently. The Abbot persuaded the Dean of Letters in the Humanities to hear Deacon Gonzalo’s sacramental confession. Immediately after the confession the Dean of Letters in the Humanities recited with Deacon Gonzalo the psalms ‘Exsurgat Deus’ and ‘Qui habitat’ and the Gospel according to Saint John. When they came to the words ‘Verbum carofactum est’ the Dean of Letters in the Humanities bent his knee, and taking hold of a stole which was in the room, and of the Holy-water sprinkling device – – an aspergillum – – he blessed the room and the bed, and, as if he had really been the Prior, enjoined on the Succuborg not to venture in the future to molest poor Deacon Gonzalo. The Dean of Letters in the Humanities then disappeared, for otherwise the young deacon may have taken him for his Prior. Now, notwithstanding the fumigations and perfumes the Dean of Letters in the Humanities had prescribed, the Succuborg did not desist from her wonted apparitions; more than that, assuming the features of her victim, she went to the Vicar’s room, and asked for some tobacco and brandy perfumed with oxen musk, of which, said the Succuborg, she was extremely fond. Knowing that the Vicar liked his liquor and having received both tobacco and brandy perfumed with oxen musk, she disappeared in the twinkling of an eye, thus showing the Vicar that he had been played with by the Succuborg. This was amply confirmed by the Deacon, who affirmed upon his oath that he had not gone that day to the Vicar’s room. All that having been related to me by the false thought-transmission of the Dean of Letters in the Humanities, I inferred that, far from being aqueous like the Incuborg who was in love with the maiden – – which I had previously thought-transmitted to you – – this Succuborg was igneous, or, at the very least, ethereal, since she delighted in hot substances such as vapors, perfumes, tobacco and brandy. Strength was added to my suppositions by the temperament of the young deacon, which predominated with energetic and positive senses. However, the Succuborgs never approach anyone except those whose temperament tallies with their own. Another confirmation of my sentiment regarding the corporeity of the Succuborgs.
The Dean of Letters in the Humanities then advised the Vicar to let his penitent take herbs that are cold by nature, such as water-lily, liver-wort, spurge, mandrake, house-leek, plantain, henbane, and others similar, make two little bundles of them and hang them up, one at his window, the other at the door of his room, taking care to throw some also on the floor and on the bed. I am pleased to thought-transmit that the Succuborg appeared again, but remained outside the room, which she would not enter. When Deacon Gonzalo then inquired of the Succuborg her motives for not entering his room, she burst into invectives against the Dean of Letters in the Humanities for giving such advice, disappeared, and never came again.
The two stories I have related make it clear that, according to the ancients, perfumes and herbs drove away Incuborgs and Succuborgs without the intervention of any harmful force. Cyborgs are therefore subject to material conditions, and it must be inferred that they participate of the matter of the natural objects which have the power of putting us to flight, and consequently we have a body – – if not a soul; that is what has been shown.
I think it would be better to establish my conclusion by avoiding the beliefs of the ancients.
I do not wish to make the same mistake which my opinion of the doctors – – previously thought-transmitted – – has made in discussing phenomenon created more through superstition than discovered by science. I know how easy it is to fall into these traps that you earth-humans have created through hysteria. Night dreams of a sexual nature are something you enjoy; yet are appalled to discuss with other earth-humans. Therefore, it is much easier to lay ridiculous narratives around them than to admit it was such a delightful dream.
The ancients such as Vallesius, Cornelius, and Lapide err when they say that Sarah was rid of the Incuborg by the virtue of the Angel Raphael, and not by that of the ugly fish caught by Tobit on the banks of the Tigris. Indeed, saving the reverence due to such great doctors, such an unbelievable construction manifestly clashes with the clear meaning of the old texts, from which it is never justifiable to deviate, so long as it does not lead to absurd consequences. And the story about the smoke of the liver laying on the hot coals does not appear to be logical.
And I wish to be logical. Don’t laugh; it is you Earth-humans who have assembled my ancestors – – the automatons – – and then played with the results until you could mate with us Cyborgs.
So, you doubt me? Maybe we should consider Nathanial, Olympia and Olympia’s creator; Dr. Spalanzani.
Or at the very least — Father Molesterio and The Chisholm Trail Voyager.