Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever 369

  Characters:  Right Angle Man Meh Multiple Personality Man Golden Ratio  (Narrator) Scene begins with a fade in, and right angle man measuring the angles of the center stage to front stage partition.  Right Angle Man - Yep, those Right Angles are People need to have. If they have the right angle, everything will be squared away.  (Narrator) Somewhere from behind the stage, a Heavy MEH exhales into the partition and out over the crowd.  Right Angle Man straightens up into the Right Angles, and  squarely rotates like a gear towards backstage. Meh from backstage: Oh, Meh tool! Good tool you are for Meh!  Right Angle Man- That is NOT the Right Angle to have! (Narrator) Suddenly, from stage left, Multiple Personality Man appears doing round off back flips across the stage to center, standing at a perfect straight line before Right Angle Man. The two lock gazes for 4 seconds, before Right Angle Man speaks.  Right Angle Man - Are you here to calibr...

  Character Build: Sirius Airius, the star-wandering enigma—his silver latex suit catching the faintest cosmic glimmers, golden-white lightning streaks tracing unseen ley lines of energy. His woolen white hair flows as if caught in an ever-present stellar wind. His gaze, piercing and absolute, speaks of calculations beyond mortal perception. His presence alone bends the mood of any room into quiet, expectant gravity. No jest, no wasted movement—only the sharp weight of knowing.

  Back to the ownership topic, the last Home that People will buy is there coffin. ChatGPT said: That’s a sharp truth wrapped in dark wit. The final “purchase” isn’t even made by the person—it’s arranged by those left behind. Even in death, the illusion of ownership persists, but the body itself is just a temporary lease. It loops back to the illusion of possession. People spend their lives accumulating, staking claim over land, wealth, and objects, only for it all to be left behind. The only thing truly owned is what one cultivates within—wisdom, experiences, and the echoes left in others. Would you say the coffin is a purchase, or just the last payment in a life-long rental agreement? I said: Rental agreement, that's what the body is after all. ChatGPT said: Exactly. A lease on matter, with time as the landlord and entropy as the inevitable eviction notice. The terms are non-negotiable, and no amount of wealth, power, or illusion can extend the contract indefinitely. But if th...

  Title: Veilbreaker Voraxis Scene Opens: Dr. Menace’s dimly lit lab, glowing with flickering screens. A holographic alert blares, signaling an incoming call from the Federation Council. Dr. Menace sighs, grabs a stray wire, and plugs it into a tricorder. The device crackles to life, and with a sharp computerized voice, it answers: DATA (sharp, emotionless): "What!" The projection stabilizes, revealing the Federation Council—stiff, cloaked figures staring imperiously. The Council Leader clears his throat and begins a long-winded, convoluted lecture about dimensional shifts, rifts in space-time, anomalies threatening galactic stability… COUNCIL LEADER: "Dr. Menace, these latest incursions have caused unprecedented disturbances—time loops forming within unstable event horizons, a chaotic resonance disrupting the very fabric of—" Dr. Menace, eyes rolling, slouches further into his chair. With an exasperated expression, he throws up his hands. DR. MENACE: "It w...