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Psychology
May 27th, 2006
My Dear Glub Professor, what a strain it must be for you to cope with all these studies about the mysterious rites of the forgotten civilization of the Humans!
Dear Glub Professor, are you sure that you are not pushing your dedication to Science too far and that your Matrix may collapse under the strain?
Would you be greatly offended if I asked for your permission to run a few test to see whether the fundamentals of your Matrix balance have not been affected?
No, you would gladly cooperate with any project which is for the Development of Science!
How brave of you Dear Glub Professor.
We shall now run a few visual tests which are know in our Profession as the Bush and Clinton Images.
Are you feeling comfortable?
You are?
I shall now show you a sequence of images and I will ask you to indicate on the tensor your emotion level.
Incidentally, would your tension go over the ten red marks, then a bell would ring and we would interrupt the session.
This does remind you of the Independent Federal Prosecutor?
How witty of you my Dear Glub Professor, but at the same time, a bit worrying I must admit, clearly the messy emotions of the Humans have managed to infiltrate into your perfect Matrix.
Assistants, Picture One Please.
Reaction?
Nothing? Possibly a baby Matrix which may develop one day?
Excellent, excellent indeed.
Assistant, slide two please
Yes, Dear Glub Professor, I see that you have moved the indicator to position two? So this has some kind of hidden emotion in it?
You think that you are disturbed by the lack of symmetry of this drawing, by its lopsidedness, and you wonder which sick Matrix could have been so unbalanced as to draw such an imperfect line. What a pleasure it is Dear Glub Professor to work with such an analytical mind.
Assistant, next slide please.
My Dear Glub Professor, I see that your finger on the Emotion Slider is gliding up and down, would it be possible that I would have seen the Great Glub Professor in a stage of indecision?
You say that you feel at the same time that this is better, that the laws of Gravity appear to be better conserved, yet at the same time you have a feeling of danger, a strange danger which instead of repulsing you is attracting you.
How fascinating Dear Glub Professor.
You say that the Human Race, in its total stupidity had devised a binary communication system.
I see, Dear Glub Professor, like us with the zero and One?
Not at all and you wonder how I have become such a total abscond idiot?
You have studied the binary system of the humans which is in reality based on one icon only!
But my Dear Professor, this is impossible!
What do you mean, I should fuck up? Is that a human experiment I should partake in?
So I see, the whole of the Human Communication System was based only on one symbol:
Which one?
Do I suffer of Alzheimer and have I already forgotten the first slide?
The first slide?
Yes of course, how forgetful of me, of course I remember the first Icon. And you, superb Glub Professor, assert that this is a communication system!
That you have found a wonderful relict that you have studied intensively and that you have been able to unlock all t he mysteries!.
Which mysteries?
The position and length and colour of the icon give profound information
How glad I am that we have access to your incredible science, how could we the Totally Perfect Matrix Glubs ever have understood such a concept;
My Dear Glub Professor, you mean that now I should be able to understand it all?
That it is as simple as combining slide one and two and I will have in a hand the whole communication system of the Humans?
You are asking me Dear Glub Professor, whether the whole thing is now clear to me?
Of course, of course, even if some details remain still a bit obscure.
Do you feel that you can take the strain of seeing next slide? Not only can you take it but you are feeling some kind of fretting need to see it?
Well assistant, next slide:
Well, I must say, Dear Glub Professor, that I am glad that I am not the one that has to analyse these pictures. For a simple psychoanalyst like me it simply does not make sense; I could say that this could be a diagram for the disintegration of an electronic particle, or possibly the pathways inside some primitive cyclotron of energy?
You say, Dear Professor Glub?
That I should shut up my babble and proceed urgently to next slide?
You are sure, my Dear Friend?
Do you listen to me Dear Glub Professor?
You want Monica Lew to be at your side at this difficult time, and you want me to tell her to put on her special dress?
I must admit Dear Professor Glub that I am getting nervous as this does not make much sense to us.
My Dear Professor, how kind of you to say that we were nearly right in stating that this was a Power Diagram of an Experiment to take Place About the Transmutation of Energy, whereby the Humans, in spite of their total lack of any thinking process were able to create something out of nothing !
And more than that you State that the Oval Form was clearly indicating that this Event was going to take place in the Seat (if we so can say) of the Mightiest of All the Humans Beings!
How courageous of you Dear Professor Glub to introduce us to all these Humans Mysteries. But Dear Professor Glub, is your shape not being transformed, I notice strange changes in your Matrix Anatomy, as if a thing of unknown origin was trying to puch it's way out of your perfect shape!
Do you want us to interrupt all this now Dear Professor, I am fearing that we have gone already too far.
You are saying that I should stop being an idiot and make sure that Monica Lew comes here as fast as possible, preferably before you explode.
Assistants, Assistants, please panic!
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