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Most likely he did. But as Ivan Petrovich himself said, “Not only must we speak of partial or of complete extinction of a conditioned reflex, but we must realize that extinction can proceed beyond the point of reducing a reflex to zero. We cannot therefore judge the degree of extinction only by the magnitude of the reflex or its absence, since there can still be a silent extinction beyond the zero,”
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— Jul 11, 2026 08:12PM
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Austin Meakim
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a process by which living souls unwillingly become the demons known to the main sequence of Western magic as the Qlippoth, Shells of the Dead… It is also what the present dispensation often does to decent men and women entirely on this side of the grave.
— Jul 18, 2026 05:42PM
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
Demonic possessions in this house are not unknown. Is this really Keith, her father? taken when she was half her present age, and returned now as not the man she knew, but only the shell—with the soft meaty slug of soul that smiles and loves, that feels its mortality, either rotted away or been picked at by the needle mouths of death-by-government—
— Jul 18, 2026 05:42PM
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
“To the babies.” Grinning, completely mad.
“Babies, Gwenhidwy?”
“Ah. I’ve been keep-ing my own map? Plot-ting da-ta from the maternity wards. The ba-bies born during this Blitz are al-so fol-lowing a Poisson distribution, you see.”
“Well—to the oddness of it, then. Poor little bastards.”
— Jul 18, 2026 05:32PM
“Babies, Gwenhidwy?”
“Ah. I’ve been keep-ing my own map? Plot-ting da-ta from the maternity wards. The ba-bies born during this Blitz are al-so fol-lowing a Poisson distribution, you see.”
“Well—to the oddness of it, then. Poor little bastards.”
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
The people out here were meant to go down first. We’re expendable: those in the West End, and north of the river are not. Oh, I don’t mean the Threat has this or that specific shape. Political, no. If the City Paranoiac dreams, it’s not accessible to us. Perhaps, the Ci-ty dreamed of another, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary…
— Jul 18, 2026 05:29PM
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
Here is the City Paranoiac. All these long centuries, growing over the country-side? like an intelligent creature. An actor, a fantastic mimic, Pointsman! Count-erfeiting all the correct forces? the eco-nomic, the demographic? oh yes even the ran-dom, you see.”
— Jul 18, 2026 05:22PM
Austin Meakim
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A silence, which prolongs itself. There is some shifting in the seats around the table, but the sets of little fingers stay in touch.
“Herr Rathenau? Could you tell me one thing?” It is Heinz Rippenstoss, the irrepressible Nazi wag and gad-about. The sitters begin to giggle, and Peter Sachsa to return to his room. “Is God really Jewish?”
— Jul 17, 2026 01:38PM
“Herr Rathenau? Could you tell me one thing?” It is Heinz Rippenstoss, the irrepressible Nazi wag and gad-about. The sitters begin to giggle, and Peter Sachsa to return to his room. “Is God really Jewish?”
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
“You must ask two questions. First, what is the real ‘nature of synthesis? And then: what is the real nature of control?"
“You think you know, you cling to your beliefs. But sooner or later you will have to let them go....”
— Jul 17, 2026 01:37PM
“You think you know, you cling to your beliefs. But sooner or later you will have to let them go....”
Austin Meakim
is on page 195 of 776
The persistence, then, of structures favoring death. Death converted into more death. Perfecting its reign, just as the buried coal grows denser, and overlaid with more strata—epoch on top of epoch, city on top of ruined city. This is the sign of Death the impersonator.
— Jul 17, 2026 01:36PM
Austin Meakim
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You think you'd rather hear about what you call ‘life’; the growing, organic Kartell. But it’s only another illusion. A very clever robot. The more dynamic it seems to you, the more deep and dead, in reality, it grows.
— Jul 17, 2026 01:35PM
Austin Meakim
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Earth’s excrement, purged out for the ennoblement of shining steel. Passed over.
— Jul 17, 2026 01:31PM