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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/14/organic-replacement-therapy-ort/)

The genius of DA was that it confected an airy patristic doxology for mundane organ inventory management. It was like how the old painters draped their boring martyrs in sumptuous satins. The symbolism of one liver and two kidneys blew new gas into the number “three.” The scripture preached as follows:

1. You are but a a paltry pixel on the Book of InstaFace. 2. Verily, however, pieces of you inside a trio (or foursome) of effulgent Influencers will make you part of their Big Picture. 3. And you will be a multiplied pinpoint of oneness with their slenderness and glowing skin! (‘Magnificat of Prismatic Multiplication,’ I, 1-3)

It was a slippery pitch, but it slotted comfortably into faith-based cerebration. U N2 3R4 (“you into 3 or 4”) meme-swamped the platforms and the campaign went legendary.

Historical note: The R4 heresy sprouted when cornea transplants became common. Sect-wars flared over whether coordination implied disjunction (a theological fallacy), whether the meme should be R5 (contended by the split-cornealists), how many decayed protons fit in a pixel, etc. etc. Eventually the schismatics were placated and shrugged off.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/12/hang-on-a-minute-we-need-untouchables/)

Make Isthmia Glorious Always was the slogan of the MIGA KannonBall lottery. The lottery and ubiquitous MIGA swag made it a household word in the ding warrens. The religiously hyped game awarded three monthly winners a cash payout for their newborns.

Juvenile Kballers were housed on the donor farms throughout their cycle of cultivation. Technicians lavished them with rich injective nutrients, and gently administered Texas cologne at harvest time. Irrelevant tissue was processed into protein nuggets for the Fils-Filet franchises.

The farming had started as a workaround. Elevated liver turnover in the mansion district turned it into a profit-rocket. Heavily You-tubalized and groupied in the Facial Commune, it was trademarked as Organic Replacement Therapy. The epic staying power it gave high-status Isthmians drew huge investment. 

HP&F, the agency behind the MIGA campaign, created the Distributed Afterlife promo that lent an optics of pious patriotism to conscripted donoring.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/10/the-better-monday-agreement/)

Old money needs kowtowing like a pig needs mud. Imagine a baseless pyramid if you can. No more could the Isthmian Brahmin caste thrive, absent a barred precariat, than an influencer devoid of dupes. 

Providentially, in the misty paleo-era of the founding foundering, a dinghy holding a guy and several gals bumped ashore on that muddy beach where Chuck, Hugh and Wally had planted their pennant. The dinghy carried the skeletal crew of Chuck’s yacht, the Bimini Babe. 

Now, in the post pre-history timeframe of Isthmian reckoning, the progeny of the rogue dinghy pullulated in rampant extramural warrens, infesting endless piles of flats styled after Brutalist doodles. Known as the dings, this scrappy hoi polloi lived largely from gigs and side hacks hustled in the high-status neighborhoods. Their raison d’être for the Isthmian establishment was their organs.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/08/the-mamasutras-and-the-rhipidistians/)

In the protracted era of the squabbles, the mamasutras kept handing the rhipidistians their sandwiches wrapped in a map.

When the usual cycles of torture and maiming petered out, leaving the pulped factions scratching their heads, they stooped to collusion for want of ideas. A powwow held in a toney spa known as Mar-a-Gogo produced the “Better Monday Agreement.”

The historic compromise put paid to the chronic spats. It gave the rhips perennial dibs on the executive office of the precedency. A posse comprised of mamasutras would pass for a law-making body. 

Cat out of the bag? Irrational exuberance in high-net-worth circles! The bicameral finagle caused assets to migrate into secret DuchyBank accounts like swallows to Capistrano. Until it didn’t. Eventually, something happened.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/06/let-there-be-light-and-light-bed/)

Over time the foothold of Huff Pugh Fuchs LLC diversified into Isthmia, a bustling conglomerate on the scoured plain of a tick of viable surface near whichever pole. The heirs and assigns of the founding fathers, Chuck, Hugh and Wally, were the grand cru of Isthmian society, people of the better sort — you know who they are: the equaler-than-thou, the crème de la crème, the mandarin cooligarchy. 

Two factions in mandarin ranks, the feculent mamasutras and the crapulent rhipidistians, vied indolently for the boulevardian cuts of wealth. The rhips tried to warlord it for a while, and it wasn’t pretty. 

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Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/04/get-on-now-this-is-plumb-going-somewhere/)

Cut to when now was then. The populations of Indo-Eurasia and continental Texas were gone — the hepafungus and the weather wiped ‘em out.

A beleaguered clique of hedge fund managers drifted for months on soiled yachts. At length Chuck Huff, Hugh Pugh and Wally Fuchs ditched their sinking vessels, waded ashore on some godforsaken spit, stuck a pennant in the mud, and declared themselves a legal person.

It was a stained glass moment in neo-evolution.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/08/02/hypothetical-reader-mon-semblable-mon-frere/)

Huckster gonna huck and Nick be a-huckin’. What’s for sale exactly? Let’s do a level set. Rule of thumb: everything is putative. Here’s how it works:

Compare figmentarianism to a courtroom trial. So-called fact is beside the so-called point. Each party perpetrates its own narrative around some “event” alleged to have “occurred” outside the scream radius of the contenders. A judge gavels it, the lawyers take, justice is the figment, and Bob’s your uncle.

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(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/06/15/deluged-so-few-nor-dampened-so-many/)

Is Nick Mansfield a crank who thinks figments, like faith, should be shielded from the fact police? Is Nick a procedure stuck in a loop with no exit condition? Are you and I, much less he, legal persons even?

Does this gallimaufry reek of fin-de siècle spilt seed? Does it smack of bottled-up thunder stolen by a deluge of dystopian fable? Of rage at the encroaching hood ornament of time’s wingèd Cadillac? Of dysmorphic topiary ripped from a Bruce Sterling fever dream? Of a horse-cart precedence conundrum dragging high center?

Never mind all that. ‘Tis a broken wind that blows this barque. Nick’s quest — call it journey — is to launch figments on the WuhWuhWuh that roll out heavy; that can’t be jacked off by algorithms. You, hypothetical reader, mon semblable, mon frère, are Branded Figment meat.

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