notes 4 today: 2018-05-16 (Weathering Down Climate; Frozen Dreams; Globalizing The Earth; Game Of Thrones Show End Scenario)

It’s been a while since I did one of these Notes 4 Today. I reserve the right to write like shit and essentially just get ideas in. But it might also be pleasant prose, depending on a variety of factors. Either way, what I like about the “Notes 4 Today” form is that it’s intellectually honest stuff I release that is in short and real form, not spinning one of these ideas in to hundreds of pages to manufacture something that can satisfy academia and the consumption culture. Pamphlets—if any written word—foster revolution, not hefty books that screw up your neck.

title: Weathering Down Climate: Alternate theories about the progress of predictability

It is quite possible that weather forecasting has become more astute over the years and that is the key reason that forecasts for weather are much more accurate than they used to be. Taking jabs at weathermen for being right only half the time is no longer in the air. The go-to cause of this is that the technology to predict, the climate modeling systems, are much more sophisticated than they used to be. I would offer that there is another factor involved—and that is that the weather is actually becoming simplified. The dynamic role of ecosystems to modulate and bring flavor and subtlety to the atmosphere has been greatly reduced as the human industrial disease tears away life on this planet. There is generally more wind as the Earth desertifies and there are less barriers to change the wind and moisture, so broader swaths of land end up being subjected to the same weather; whether it be cold moisture or hot dry air. In essence, the job of the weathermen in their increasing respectability to forecast will become more like forecasting weather on Jupiter—there will be lots of wind and a big red storm for the next 10 days.

title: Sleeping in the Cold: Creating the Dream World

If it’s other animals it’s called hibernation, conserving energy, and other things. If it’s humans it’s called depression and maybe chronic fatigue syndrome… which bleeds into the other seasons via the massive undulating disregulation. Anyways, I hate the cold, but sleep when it happens (meaning I’m not charged up on non-climate appropriate foods and lighting influences) is quite appropriate and natural, not just within the context of carbon life on this planet, but the general principle of the Universe wanting to evolve ever more complexly, and so necessarily doing it in smaller spaces. The lower energy places (i.e. the cold) afford life the opportunity away from the high energy that pulls us in and bounces us in different directions given our 1st generation particle make-up. The cold allows us to get to work on the 0th level, the new level, the lower level (the generation to come!). Particles get to dissociate in dreams and themselves become entire galaxies during sleep. Life doesn’t have built in waste time; only diseases in a highly inefficient relationship with their eco-system (i.e. awake humans stuck in boredom, induced to destructiveness through an analytic resource extractive relationship with the planet.

So, sleeping more in the cold is not just for energy conservation, but is an opportunity that life seizes to build configurations for conscious experience that are not normally afforded during better heated times. The problem for life then is not necessarily the cold, but being awake during it and having spent so much alert time enmeshed in it; in the cold we should be searching for the warmth of sleep, yet we steadily find ourselves in the unsteady. Thermal differentiation kills delicate vital difference that is bred in relative thermal equilibrium. The bouncing around in physical dwellings of modernity, from a well-heated home to a poorly heated home to a humid green house to the outdoors, all throw off the difference building capacities of the life. Life—a la the spreading out of the Universe—wants to get colder so that it can dig deeper in to make more exotic energy flows, and so the cold might just be the way to that. But those who brave the cold can’t tease themselves with heating, modern rat race overworking, and this sort of thing that frustrates it at every level. The person, just like any of the animals observed in the akin environment, needs to be fully committed to sleeping which includes non-sleep time activities that build sleep pressure and don’t diminish it. There is nothing more depraved than winter-time insomniacs. This is hell on the frozen Earth.

title: Globalizing the Earth

Humans have reconceputalized the Earth as one of our geometric object categories, a globe, and now impose on the earth all of our sciences. We stopped seeing the earth for what it was, and would rather see our own thoughts from our distorted societal interactions be echoed in the earth itself, instead of having the earth echo in us. It’s no giant leap to then start confusing places like Mars as only slightly different than the Earth because they are both “globes” and planets, and they only require ingredients, as if life is a recipe and we can now play the cooks. Earth has an evolutionary history and a concentration of subtle and unique energies that is so vastly different than anything mars or a moon of jupiter might have. Potentials are certainly there, but actuals are what life is, not some alienated scientist’s mental masturbations when s/he isn’t accidentally almost creating blackholes in the LHC.

title: Game of Thrones End Scenario (a new beginning)

Basically, the white walkers kill everyone over the course of the last season, on both Westeros and Essos. Even with Melissandre coming from westeros with army’s of dragons that she birthed inside of a giant snake (to speed up the time needed to get full sized dragons, all of this taking place in the shadowlands). But then in that vastness of nothing but snow and zombies in the final episode once all life has been destroyed. A huge gaping cataclysm opens up the continent and swallows the Night’s King and the entire army. This is the Lord of Light’s doing, revealed somehow. What happens next is that there are beams of light that appear on the surface and then materialize to be humans, the new “first men” or, the new “children”. Maybe the first word they say to one another is “Andal” or something like that, I don’t know. Essentially then the show will be revealing at the end that there is a cyclical nature to the GoT Universe. The Eternal Return.

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Cersei as Mother—Oberyn Martell’s Lost Poetry: A Game of Thrones Extension

This poem displays some of the incredible foresight Prince Oberyn must have had, as how eerily true so much of this rings. I thought it was an appropriate time to post it given the state of things in King’s Landing…

An ode to the most odious, mother

I wish I had two lives
one to kill myself and unravel your world
and one to keep alive
watching your ruination, mother
on things coldest the white walker king pales
compared to you the white stalker queen
the northern paralysis is antidote
to your boiling septic poison
the white walkers count you in their ranks
you are bodily allied to their cause
your brain not a factor to anything
your split ends are also your prophecy
the giant minion can murder all but you
because death already runs your blood blue
you give birth to new mortals just as would a plague
the lust others hold for you is misplaced and vague
the hand that feeds is the hand that bleeds
parental is not a parent, in case it’s not readily apparent
already with six I give you the seventh bowl
I have forever tattooed my name inside of your soul
this deep scar will prove to be the shallowest on you
once I have inflicted all my tortures back to you, mother

Sunday Night’s Watch: Varys Midseason Predictions [additional prediction]

Before the predictions [¡Spoiler Warning!], wanted to say that Tyrion’s Episode 4 performance  ([https://youtu.be/LWCEiQlgN8k?t=44s] – when he tries to convince the slavers that leaving the institution behind is in their best interest) pales in comparison to Pontecorvo’s (via Marlon Brando) in Queimada!, a classic scene from a largely forgotten classic:

We (re?)learned in episode 3 that Varys invests chiefly in minors for his whispering business, and my predictive thoughts invest mainly in predictions for these minor plot lines…

1) Perhaps the whole show over, the original counselors of the Kings and Queens—minus Stannis’s righteously suicidal Cressen in Season 2—have all made it through unscathed. Of the original small council Little Finger, Pycelle, and Varys are all doing considerably well. I think at least one is due to die soon, and I think the show is setting it up to be Varys, at the hands of his own birds; he threatened the Harpy woman and her child, and I think that somehow this karma is going to make a return.

2) My only other prediction at the moment is in the same theater, and it is that Daario Naharis will turn on Daenerys, but at the last moment Jorah will die defending her. The logic behind this prediction is very flimsy: Daario, upon kneeling for Daenerys after Jorah’s suggestion to do so, had a panicked “shit shit shit shit” face on. Maybe his timing to initiate a coup had been thwarted, or he realized now that to do his job of killing Daenerys (as part of a larger conspiracy), he he would inevitably be killed immediately after by the newly loyal Dothraki’s. Either that, or he just fears for Daenerys because she burnt down a sacred place that might have supernatural repercussions for her…

[#3, #4, and #5 added 2016-05-23]

3) Euron Greyjoy was behind the burning of the Meereenese fleet, creating an artificial need for his ships. Perhaps in a later season Daenerys will find out about this, and take over the Ironborn after getting rid of Euron. It’s interesting that the episode where trees are doomed by the ships that must be built, is the episode also that we find out that the Children created the White Walkers to protect themselves and the trees.

4) Bran and Meera will connect with Bran’s uncle Benjen who will be able to save them. The previous Stark reunion—Sansa and Jon—was preceded by a direwolf’s death (Rikkon’s), and so too Bran’s direwolf now dead will precede Bran and Benjen’s reunion. This may be reading in to this too much, but Robb and Arya were almost reunited when Robb’s direwolf was killed. It’s almost as if the wolves have pushed them all on separate paths, but now as the wolves die they can regain their lives. Perhaps there is an inverse ratio of Stark dead to direwolf dead, and maybe they will even bring Robb back to take over Lady Stoneheart’s? I would like to think that Jon and Arya’s direwolves will survive though, and help the Stark cause… all wolves must not die! Also in correlation with the 2 wolf deaths this season are the 2 sacred places being violated in some way: the Dothraki temple by fire, and the Weirwood tree by the white walkers.

5) ¿Must “a man” die? One more thing, the saying is “all men must die”, but this doesn’t mean a singular man must die. I feel there is something to this subtly different meaning that might play out in the story, and it is flung in our faces a bit with Jaqen’s way of speaking.

For the other predictions for this season (Cersei’s suicide), and no seventh season: Season 6 predictions

Sunday Night’s Watch: Predictions for Game of Thrones [edited]

¡¡”Spoiler Alert”!!

On the eve of the season 6 premiere, I wanted compile the predictions for the season and the show en todo that have been ruminating in a few corners of my mind. With the show having surpassed the books on many major storyline fronts, the bookreaders cannot spoil anything for we who have avoided the books, nor can we spoil it for ourselves by trying to glean too far down the back-story rabbit hole (which is how I stumbled upon Lady Stoneheart).

1) This prediction I already spoke of—Cersei will die by suicide by the end of the season, reasoning explained here (see item 3).

2) The biggest wtf moment of the show—Lady Stoneheart. One of the very last scenes during the final episode of the season, Catelyn Stark will reveal herself to either Sansa or a revived Jon Snow following a defeat of the Boltons and/or the death of Walder Frey; she will be with the Band of Brothers (who may appear earlier on in the season without her, perhaps foreshadowing her coming). This possible storyline is given new hope by this bit of newly leaked information. If she is meeting with Jon Snow, she will say to him something like: “you were not the only one of us who was saved”.

3) All shows must die—season 7 will never be broadcasted (see item 5), or season 8 won’t be if winter in Europe is mild this year upcoming with a harsher winter in 2017-18 (for this to make any sense the above link must be browsed); such a winter would be tied in with global financial catastrophes, all macro-catastrophes adding feedback loop chaos to one another to make a grand apocalyptic scenario. The final season of Game of Thrones (if not season 8), at least, will anyways not be viewed publicly. Regarding the announcement that season 7 will only be seven episodes and season 8 will finish with six episodes, I believe this to be a feign, possibly to get George R.R. Martin to release more notes so they can keep producing the show. I think they may do seven episodes for 7, eight for 8, nine for 9, and then possibly finish on ten for season 10, as their current ideal at least.

4) Not a prediction but a cynical observation: it was not an accident that the actor chosen to play Roose Bolton—by and large the most hated character in the series—looks like Vladimir Putin. You can draw your own conclusions, and nothing could realistically ever be proven and revealed in the media for our common consumption… but you have to wonder, and wondering is part of why we have evolved our wild imaginations.

[Edit: on 2016-04-24,#5 was added]

5) I think it’s probably one of the overlooked minor plot lines, but it may have dire consequences for the Lannister/Tyrell hold on the seven kingdoms. Mace Tyrell will have been unsuccessful in securing a new loan from the Iron Bank, making the situation tighter and more difficult for the two families.

 

 

 

Twelve and Five—Oberyn Martell’s Lost Poetry: A Game of Thrones Extension

As the de facto posthumous editor of Prince Oberyn’s written word, here is another untitled piece that I have warranted as relevant enough to publish for the readers’ intrigue. I have chosen the title “Twelve and Five” for referencing sake. The origins and reasons for Oberyn’s motivations on this work are unknown, save perhaps the small bit of evidence of some ink spilled on the right side of the parchment, and the bottom five lines were written in a larger more exaggerated form than the others.

words without power of tongue are not said
words thought but not spoken turn inward, as dread
all that lives should bleed love or bleed red
absent these two states a body sinks, already dead

if not ready to bed one is not a true friend
in the throes of another does awakening spend
before breaking an enemy is one’s own bend
death to life is only superficially a confusing blend

in this world outlooks tend towards a dull bleak
out of this world more vibrant planes we seek
but either here or there, outlooks are for the weak
for it is in-looking strength that builds its own peak

combined with the lives of wee onlookers beaten so low
what happens on Westeros makes for good show
the sorrows of a knife conspiracy against a lead crow
left bleeding enough to melt the beneath him snow
does make greater emotional impact than one they know

love poem fragments—Oberyn Martell’s Lost Poetry: A Game of Thrones Extension

Though a man of the free spirited and polyamorous Dornish culture, Oberyn’s sensitivities to other cultural practices often shines through in his work. Such is the case with this broken-transcript piece with a theme of enduring love, of which 12 lines are legible and printable here. It is unknown whether or not it was written to a specific partner Oberyn fancied. 

together we’ve had trying times
ripening with no small sorrow
but we’ve put down roots deep
that will grow a bright tomorrow

love carries our spirits to a wordly plot
of leaf filled trees that cast shadows not
that allow in the sun but not the maddening hot
nor will the new growth be allowed to rot

within you lies the kindle of my fire
an unceasing love that will not retire
and welled within me roams a desire
that only through you will it ever aspire

Clubbed by Shamballa—Oberyn Martell’s Lost Poetry: A Game of Thrones Extension

A bundle of parchments came to me in the month’s after Lord Tyrion’s mysterious vanishing from imprisonment in King’s Landing. Based on my deft skill to decipher various styles of script, I am forced to conclude they can only be from the Dornish hand of his vanquished champion—the late Oberyn Martell. The individual poems range in atmosphere from being quite festive to quite dark and disturbed. I’ve decided to release them slowly, and to begin I thought I should choose one that Oberyn seemed quite euphoric about, considering the content and the rapidity at which he scribbled it down; to add some flavor to your read, I’ve provided the inspiring song below. The moths whisper to me that Oberyn was quite the glow stick on strings raver…

Clubbed by Shamballa

Sounds background that moans drown out
This past night tuned me in
With all my emotions displayed about
I know not with which to here begin

I felt break over me such a wave
A rush so complete, so full
Last night in this torturous sex cave
Leave me whores! for at last I am lustful

Never could I imagine, or anywhere foresee
In this dank capital city I so loathe
To meet here this one truly unique beauty
Sublime vibrations I want now to betroth

As the DJ introduced this gem so rare
I immediately looked up and met his eyes
He gave a message in his paralyzing stare
“Soon you’ll behold dragons tearing skies”

I took at full value his knowing glance
And prepared myself for a journey as none other
I began to bodily worship by way of wushu dance
And all my enemies swarmed about as brothers

The melody developed complexities further along
My consciousness drifted to all of Essos swaying
Dothraki taking down dragons alone by power of song
A single red priestess parting oceans, arms splaying

The gods dare not interfere to slay us
As we mortals grab at this evolving new life
Born amidst the universe in a spiraling chaos
Trance is proving to be the eternal midwife

Gods leave existence as deeper freedom emerges
Sacred ancient orbits of circulating blood and stars
Are at the mercy of our intense unbound animal urges
Prisoners freed as iron melts to make puddles of the bars

No battle can I any longer fear to lose
For this song cultivates axiomatic warriors inside
Though now different battles shall I choose
Of a higher order justice, and not mere pride

Shamballa destroys Westeros at every level
Along with all of its foul play
One does not just listen and revel
Shamballa raises the sun a new day

3 Predictions plus a four-cast: European Vandalism, Treasury Piratism, Cersei’s Death, and Eastern Goldbacked Elasticity

Ahead of the equinox I wanted to float some far fetched futurecasts, laden with bombast. The first two are predictions for western/eastern civilization, while the last one is a prediction for Westeros/Essos of Game of Thrones (spoilers if you haven’t seen through season 5). These three can be thought of as an appendage to my 2016 predictions. [edit: on 2016-05-02, I am adding a fourth prediction regarding the reintroduction of the gold standard by Eastern nations]

1) There is a high probability that next winter European temperatures will be far below average (they are due in the context of this new deregulated climatic cycle, if not next winter than the following), and whatever the normal human systems existing to remedy such cold contingencies, efforts are sure to fall grievously short of meeting the needs of the increased population. Population is, of course, the number one factor leading European events towards a 2017 winter culmination that will be reminiscent of 406AD in the Roman Empire. The cultural conflicts already existing will be greatly exacerbated when the long night(s) come, and don’t expect either side to simply acquiesce to the needs of the others. History shows that people do not typically just lay down and die (though they do lay down and stop living, evidenced by contemporary consumerist trends). Expect all the foresight that was mocked as ad absurdum speculation to be made viscerally real, a new and twisted self-directed jingoism becoming governmental policy. If the Arab populations moving in (or being intentionally herded) to Europe are as vulgar and criminally apt as they are purported to be—a great prison unloading—there is no telling what the series of reaction-reaction-reaction-reaction will spiral in to. Certainly every ideologue—and Europe has been home to plenty—will try to spin the situation to their own benefit, and to “the other’s” detriment; a demagogue such as Trump would really be in his element when all this shit goes down (but clogs the swelling toilet on its way). My own spin to it has to be ironic: karma is the boomerang you eventually forgot you threw. Imperialism eventually cycles back.

2) While the Donald is on the mind, the next prediction may involve Trump as a spokesperson, but it could be any collection of oligarchs and minions that generally adhere to the Oceania-neocon agenda. There is no specific time frame on this—the timing will depend entirely on the elite/governmental perception of a critical point in which to unveil yet another stopgap measure to constipate a full blown financial collapse. I feel the need to build the context before unveiling the details of this prediction:

The recent trend of investors hunkering in to treasury bonds, specifically United States treasuries, is going to be fully exploited by the always-Machiavellian banker/governmental elites that have access to the financial policy levers. All this foreign wealth still flowing (and even accelerating during market cascades) in to the endemically-corrupt-treaty-breaking nation of the United States really shows a great deal of denial and/or ignorance-driven trust of people/countries towards the bereft banker cartel. It’s true that many countries have not been so reckless as to buy in to American debt, but they will still feel the pinch nonetheless. The economic will become political in its highest expressions, for this is 2016 and the eight year cycle of the changing of the guard in America is to have widespread entwinings.

Before election, after election, after inauguration… at some point, a political person and/or party, being heralded as the ultimate patriots, will unleash a formal policy that disallows the investors of the world from redeeming their treasuries. To my knowledge such an act is unprecedented, and it could only realistically be done by a government that presides over the global reserve currency and holds the “kingbreaker” cards in its military as well. Expect presages and all sorts of domestic propaganda—before, during and after—to corroborate with this move, even a lame educational outreach to reassure the financially literate people of the legitimacy of the government to act in such a way to secure national interests. Of the propaganda efforts, the leader will address the American people with something akin to this:

“The American nation is exceptional because of our greatness. It is because of that greatness that we have long been a target by others: I’m not just referring to our known enemies, but by all who harbor jealousy and have a penchant towards being leeches. The rest of the world has been riding our good times up, but now they are bailing out on us, trying to take us for all we are worth. In stockmarket terms, they are all trying to short us. We are not a nation that allows ourselves to be sold down the river. They have confused our kindness with weakness. It is they who are acting weak, and we cannot allow such weak peoples to one second use our juggernaut economy for their own purposes, and the next try and throw it away. We cannot allow that… and it is not just for our country’s own good, but for theirs. Though the world may not realize it, as they attempt to rob us, they need us a lot more than we need them. We allow their goods to be sold in our country. Where would the world be without American ingenuity? We gift the world our cutting edge technologies at a fair price, enabling many countries to effectively emerge from poverty. We build highways both literal and figurative, networks that allow trade to effortlessly move throughout the globalized world. Until this act, we have always allowed and encouraged the free flow of money between individuals and nations. But for myself, as your president, I will not let our ship be threatened by the boats trying to sink us. This is my highest charge, and on my watch I will not allow the rapid redeeming of treasury bonds by countries trying to cash in on our first class economy. It is wrong, and it has to be stopped.”

Such is a taste of what tactics will be used to pirate the money that was invested in the dollar. Why wouldn’t “they” do it? The oligarchs know they can get away with it because of their kingbreaker position (that threatens China and Russia from gaining full hegemony). As for the morality of such a potential action, or if it is in any way reprehensible, I’d like to export a modified Bushism to the world: “fooled by us twice [or a hundred times], shame on you!”

A political cartoon condemning the action would picture the president and have the caption:

“Ha, ask for a debt jubilee? Let’s just give ourselves one!”

3) I glimpsed a possible pattern in the “GoT Season 6 Official Poster” that, if true, reveals Cersei to be dead by the time the season is over. Please consult the poster (below) to better understand the following written pattern. The pattern for the six characters represented in the Hall of Faces characters starts from the upper left, then moves “south–south-eastward” by a 1:2:2:1 rhythm and symmetry. In the upper left is Jon Snow, Game of Thrones Season 6 Predictionwho by being brought back from the dead could be considered “twice-alive”; the two after that—Daenerys and Sansa—are both once alive, having been saved, narrowly escaping death; the two after that—Oberyn and Robb—are once dead, killed by complete surprise. The last face—Cersei’s—has to be twice dead, to complete the pattern. How can someone be twice dead? Suicide—the killing of that which was already dead. Her storyline heretofore would support her attempting a suicide. She has already been publicly shamed, she has lost her son and will find out she’s lost her daughter, and not to mention she was ready to kill her third child before he could be captured (Battle of the Blackwater). In the Hall of Faces poster, she is also looking down which I think goes to signify many things, including her downfall and suicide.

[May 2, 2016 edit-in:]

4) Jim Willie and Andrew Gause are two economically-minded thinkers (not sycophantic bullshitters) who expect to see precious metals skyrocket in value as people and nations around the world reject insolvent and corruptible fiat currencies along with their corresponding bonds and treasuries. The former (Willie) predicts a China-centered reintroduction of the gold standard, while the latter (Gause) thinks such a move on the part of China would be impractical because of the inelasticity that would hamper their global economic conquest. While their two thoughts on the matter may seem mutually exclusive, I predict China to maneuver a middle ground that will only be visible to one with a diachronic eye.

The ever patient eastern dragon—not to be confused with a Targaryen—is very well organized and able to act with great subtlety, orders of magnitude more minute than the blundering western nations. They will reintroduce a precious metals backed currency over time, either as a singular nation or conglomerated with other tight trade-partners. With gold set to rise many fold, they will choose a ripe time when gold’s new legitimacy is unquestioned and that they have also accumulated enough during the years of relative suppression. The new Shanghai Gold Exchange and fix, itself a viable entity to restore realistic physical gold trading, is also serving as a stratagem to display China’s trustworthyness to global investors seeking a safe harbor: it is a lead up to their offering a currency that will have everyone flocking to their gates. So far things look to be very much in align with Willie’s predictions…

When China does hit times of inelasticity, as Gause thinks they would were they to back their currency with gold, China will employ their option: release yet more gold to back their currency needs. Their initial backing will be large and substantial, but it will be in part a feign and a trial balloon. The key is that China will not back their currency with all their gold all at once; they will keep a large quantity (in the tens of thousands of tons) waiting in reserve. They will do it in stages as necessary, winning enthusiasm each step of the way, diluting/concentrating as needed, and thwarting all the major problems that western economists delineate a goldbacked currency would bring. Their employment of a creeping normalization with their currency has other precedents that run parallel, such as their taking on the role of being the largest industrial manufacturer in the world. There should be know doubt that these people know what they are doing.

By the time their capturing of the global reserve currency status (utilizing the gold standard method) is a few years in, not just media punditry but entire cultural systems will be normalized to Chinese economic prowess, and western economic schools of thought will largely be bankrupted, nobody left who can read English will be able to afford to spend their time reading the antiquated and off-based notions of a bygone peculiar age… they will be too busy working for their Chinese bosses! I am no economist, but I think possessing a plurality of the world’s gold will give China and its allies the flexibility to move their pieces forward on the game board of economic conquest.

[minor grammar edit (see comments below) made on 2016-05-12]

Rule of Thumb in King Joffrey’s Court: A Game of Thrones Extension

In King Joffrey's Court

Cersei entered the hall with her usual escorts, and a groan escaped from her son’s mouth, as he sat atop his sword seat.

“Mother, must you interrupt justice?” he said with mock sternness. She said nothing and continued to approach him, indifferently stepping around a fresh puddle of blood and other indistinguishable bits. She was wielding a polite smile, in full view of the king now, and her guards fell back. She began to ascend the stairs while utilizing both hands to pinch her skirt so that it would not drag underneath her.

“What is it mother?” the king moaned. “I only have two more cases.”

“Cases? Are you a detective now too?” she smiled, showing genuine interest in her son’s growth as a king.

“Well mother, I have a hunch for figuring out the inner workings of my subjects, so yes I am quite an exceptional detective as I don’t need many clues, if any, not to mention that I can do all this while also judging.” He looked at his hand stretched low, pleased with himself. “But my talents are too many to list, and I would get quite winded telling you of all of them. Besides, it’s frustrating—my talents are too often wasted in the service of justice for the realm, and not often enough used for my own benefit. To that end, I have just two more cases, mother, and then I will go take care of my own interests, not have you dawdles beside me.

“Well it’s of those two cases, actually the next one really, your Grace, that I have come to discuss with you” she said courteously, in a lowered tone.

He adjusted himself to a lower tone: “I can’t be seen taking advice from you… make it fast please before the people start to notice.”

“I understand,” she said. “Your next accused is Walton Wissel of House Melcolm, and I think we’d be better to not upset any potential allies from the Vale.”

Joffrey was just going to speak when a side door clanged open and four guards, two in front and two behind, entered with a haggardly looking man. The man looked as if he weren’t aware that his surroundings had changed from the days of a solitary prison cell. Joffrey smiled.

“Ah, Ser Wissel, so nice of you to join us,” Joffrey got up from his seat. “Guards, you can leave his side, we are all friends here.” The guards stepped away and found wall spaces that were empty.

There was a nervous tension in the room that only Joffrey and Ser Wissel didn’t notice. Someone cleared their throat and Cersei looked up and swallowed, chasing away some inner thought.

Joffrey cleared his throat, “Ser Wissel, I have often been appreciative of your creative mind. As it is you are the only knight I have ever heard tale told of who has never owned armor. Your words are a real talent to you, something I can really relate to as an artist of the letter myself. You are a real muse to me, really,” he said with questionable sincerity. He let that last phrase linger in the silence.

“On previous occasions, when others had advised me to treat you with the full weight of the law,” he shot a stare at his mother, who was now standing very awkwardly. He continued, “When others wanted you brought to justice, I looked the other way, and took your perverted thoughts as necessities to generate your artistic proclivities that I find so akin to my own.”

Joffrey’s smile faded, and his demeanor became stern and thoughtful. He began pacing back and forth across the small platform, his hand pinching his chin as in deep reflection. Ser Wissel looked up at him, anguish now in his face.

“Sadly, Ser Wissel, this time your thoughts have led you astray, and I must assume my post as supreme protector of the realm, both it’s body and mind. I can’t have you disrupting the counting traditions in the kingdom. Peasants are confused enough, and what would The Seven think if they were no longer seven out of ten, but seven out of four?” Joffrey laughed aloud at his own comical mathematical analysis. “I have considered this too in my infinitely subtle mind, and in consulting with my own godliness,” he paused so the hall could consider his deity claim. “No god would stand for being counted as double digits.” Joffrey leapt from the upper to the lower platform of the approach to the throne.

“Just imagine!” Joffrey laughed, getting into his element. He mimed a hidden form: “Here is one god”. He stepped laterally, “here is the second god.” His mother stepped forward to say something to him, but he gestured her a look that made her step quickly back. She held her arms and took to biting her thumbnail and looking down and away. Joffrey moved another spot over.

“Here is the third god,” he outlined. Then he stepped over again, “and then here, here Ser Wissel, is your tenth god.”

“I won’t…” Ser Wissel began to say, but Joffrey continued without acknowledging him.

“Here is your eleventh god, Ser Wissel, and your twelfth god, and your thirteenth god!” his voice growing louder as he spoke.

“Thirteen gods! Just imagine the confusion of my people, Ser Wissel. Many of them are, well, not up to our caliber I’ll say. A base ten number system is challenging enough, moving to a base four system would cause great confusion among my people, it might cause a shut down to the economy. Thumbs should not be counted as fingers!? We have four limbs and four digits on the ends of them all, so four-ness carries the day. Do I have your argument right, Ser?”

“Your Grace, it was just an intellectual musing,” Ser Wissel pleaded “I didn’t mean for it to become anything more than…”

“Just,” Joffrey emphasized, “jussttt an intellectual musing? Well my people’s confusion isn’t the worst of it. What would god’s ten through thirteen think of your,musing?”

“I won’t do it any more, your Grace,” Ser Wissel said in the most apologetic tone he could muster. He was still kneeling but he began to approach Joffrey, grovelling in his own fashion.

“No, you won’t” Joffrey said, in lower tones, disappointed actually. “Maybe, you will,” the beginnings of an idea were evidently growing in Joffrey’s mind. “Since you have an obvious disdain for thumbs, lowering their rank in the hierarchy of digits, I’m assuming you won’t miss them.”

“No, Your Grace!” Wissel pleaded. “I’m only suggesting that thumbs be understood actually as part of a greater order.”

“Are you correcting me Ser?” Joffrey asked. “No, you are quite upset, I can understand why, my being someone who is also often frustrated by the stupidity that leads to misunderstandings of my great ideas.” He looked over to his mother.

“Your Grace,” Wissel ventured. “I am guilty as charged, and I had not considered my claims to the depths that your great mind has taken them. I never intended any offense to you or The Seven.”

“I understand Ser Wissel, I understand,” Joffrey said in a strong and reasoned voice. “All the same, a punishment must fit the crime.” Wissel was crying. Joffrey motioned to Ser Ilyn. “You may keep your fingers, for your counting, but your thumbs are mine.”

Ser Ilyn took out a peculiar device that he regarded as a wonder as he brought it to fix on Ser Wissel’s thumb. Ser Wissel screamed out in pain, but the guards holding him didn’t show any signs of emotion. “I want his big toes as well,” Joffrey said, “I wouldn’t want to rob him of the symmetry.” Wissel now had to be propped up as his old body was giving out.

“Ser Wissel” Geoffrey said walking down onto the hall’s floor, but Wissel could not respond in between his furious sobbing. “Ser Wissel” Geoffrey said louder, standing a short distance away.

He gestured at Wissel’s groin, “Do you consider that to be a thumb, or just a mere finger?” Joffrey now began broadly smiling, he walked right up to the whimpering Wissel, “Finger? Is that finger, I heard you say? Good choice! You can keep that digit for your counting, though I’m sure it is, should we say, quint unessential, ha!” he laughed to himself. “Yes, I believe his counting days have long been over by the looks of it,” he said to the guards with a smile, and he regarded the old man with kind pity.

He walked back towards his throne. “Dog, take him away.”

[minor edits on 2016-03-30]

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