POMPEII.
In a dream, Non fought a centaur robot version of Rumbler. He groaned as he woke up. 'Is Picoid still in my mind?'
⸎ HE'S NOT ACTIVELY IN THERE. YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS HANDLED MEMORY HEAP DEFRAGMENTATION AS A STALLION FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE.
After extra time washing his hands, Non measured free weights.
Ñ̰ 5KG=21CM, 20KG=34CM. FIBONACCI!
Ᵽ GUY’S LAW OF SMALL NUMBERS. BUT I WON’T SPOIL YOUR FUN.
With a blackboard on a table, Non put five 5kg plates in a pentagon, tracing with chalk. Then added circles from the bigger plates before combining and erasing with help from splines on his eye screen.
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“You have no prerecorded messages at this time,” started his recorded voice. He changed it to a reminder for shots.
“What is this lovely pattern, mon frère?”
“Order five Venn diagram. Am I sunburned?”
“Radiation burns. It's a kind of sunburn, in a way. We're both battered but not beaten.” Chyron paused, a glint on his black rectangular pupils in a sea of blue. “Sort of like Chiron, the wounded healer from mythology who couldn’t heal himself. Although, after our encounter with Sagittarius A* yesterday, I hope our similarities with our mythological counterparts stop there.”
“Did you ever explain how you got the name Chyron?” Non asked.
“My Earthself ran Chyron’s Rock and Crystal shop in Taos. Also, I used to subscribe to your centaur zine. Funny, isn't it? We had this connection on Earth while we were brothers here.”
Non tilted his head. “When I got memories from Earth about new centaur art from Quinton Hoover or Victor Wren, I'd tell you how it fit into a new issue. Why didn't you tell me this back then?”
“Alas, I said enough for you to make a deduction. We need to catch up. Six weeks ago, Nessie and I split up the day our filly Dapper married. You need your morning shot,” said Chyron, getting the syringe.
‘Six weeks is 10 factorial seconds.’ Non nodded. “Sorry to hear that. I’ve only been complete five days.”
“You've rested in our Pelion home, slept through the train ride, and now you're waking up in this weight room. Come noon, you'll officially be three days into your completeness.” He gave Non the shot.
“So much for my simple math. Seems like longer. Got any family pictures? And let me see that.” Non looked at the glass syringe, then opened the door for the human guard. “Did we rate food?”
“Complements of Andromeda Traveler.” The guard pushed in a cart with oatmeal, a one-sheet newspaper, large clay disks and a clay recycling bin on the bottom shelf. “That concludes my shift, thank you. Picoid, if you could come with me, the leg bands you requested are ready.”
The woodpecker turned to Non. “This is legit, by the way. It will also remove the range restriction.”
Non nodded approval, so Picoid left with the guard.
Chyron brought up family pics of Nessie and Dapper.
“A lovely picture. Will Dapper go to college?” asked Non.
“That’s why Nessie and I split up. Dapper’s bond is with a dying actuary. She gets fully educated soon so she’s skipping college.”
“Speaking from experience, overloading an unadapted mind can hurt. I had robot nightmares last night. Here, I couldn’t code easily, but I kept up on terms.”
“Nessie argued that it’s not the career, it’s the conviction. Should we have made Dapper into college?”
“I’m not a fan of coercion. For example, Eurytion existed on a diet of lies and I got out of there by adding even more lies. I’m not happy I had to do that, but I knew I wouldn’t win the day by coercion. I had to figure him out and take his side. Here, I need to figure out positions of you, Dapper and Nessie.”
“I supported Dapper’s decision. Nessie insisted Dapper should go to college.”
“Now I have to be contrarian, of course,” said Non.
“You, me and Nessie are eight personalities, and between us only one has finished college.”
“Thanks for–” “–counting us,” said Asclepius and Caduceus.
“I’m reminded of the case of M. LeBlanc. Author of a book I saw on Bloodfoot’s desk.”
Chyron rose to the pop culture challenge. “Bugs Bunny? No, wait, Joey from Friends!”
“Not Mel Blanc and not Matt LeBlanc. M. LeBlanc was the pseudonym of Sophie Germain, a famous mathematician and physicist. She solved the Chladni problem. Something I seem to qualify for, so I looked it up. Anyways, as a female in the 1800’s, she wasn’t allowed to go to college. As Monsieur LeBlanc, she exchanged letters with all the famous mathematicians of the time.”
“Interesting story. Wasn't Gauss one of the mathematicians of that time?” asked Chyron.
“Gauss said, ‘She proved that even a woman can accomplish something in the sciences.’”
“A ringing endorsement,” Chyron said, deadpan.
“Ringing indeed.” After balancing the steel food tray in a stack of weight plates, Non sprinkled clay dust around the tray, then used a strand of his wrist stocking as a violin bow against the edge. With a musical note, the dust danced into curves. An adjustment made a new sound and new curves.
“That’s an A5 note. The dust shows where the tray doesn’t move at 880 times a second. These Chladni curves show the pattern of elasticity for the metal plate. Part of cymatics, modal vibrational phenomena.”
“How would that apply in real life situations?”
Non pointed to metal shards in the ceiling, then down to a weight bench under it. “See the dried blood over there? This place has been closed for a few days. If I’m reading this room right, someone overloaded an Olympic bar with internal fractures. The bar exploded during bench presses, injuring the spotter. Tapping the bars and listening for a lower pitch would have avoided that tragedy.”
Chyron grimaced at the accident he hadn’t noticed. “Is it difficult to do that?”
“Let’s find out.” Non tapped each of the eleven Olympic bars in the room. One had a different pitch.
“Want to do some lifting with this deathtrap bar, bro?” He pulled it out. “Open that cabinet near you. Row three, second set of pliers. Yes, toss me those snap ring pliers.”
Chyron tossed. “You’re taking it apart? Ah, you’re removing a hidden danger from the room.”
“Exactly.” Non wiped the grease away, then nodded to the returning Picoid.
“The auditory inspection is quite straightforward,” Chyron said.
“The more you know,” said Non, tapping his head as he stepped back. “During my melding dream, while watching family movies, Icarus told Earth that we had a twin brother. That made me really happy.”
“Ah, I'm most grateful for that!”
“Then I found my notiphobia hurt Dad. Thanks for staging that intervention, Picoid. I appreciate it.”
Picoid looked up from the newspaper. “The least I could do. You were stupid. Fun times.”
“Father told me about that. We knew of the problem. I should have prodded you more.”
Picoid stage-whispered. “Lagen could predict when Non got distracted, like right now.”
“If I’m reading these pictures right, Dapper married a centaur named Noggle and they moved to Dion. Did you visit them before returning to Xanthi on the Augean Express?”
“Rather, Lernea discussed your Earth health and requested I rendezvous with you. When she’s killed, I decided to go to the Athens book fair. While I’m there, you’re not and everyone thinks I’m you.”
“Sorry about that. I still need to process losing Lernea myself.”
“I bear no ill feelings. Professor Dowell met me and upgraded me and Ariesta from the livery stable to the Athens Overlook. While there, he gave me Birds of Greece by James Bond. I’m still figuring out where I should live, so the pictures and maps are helpful. Lots of weird margin notes.”
“I want to look at that book,” said Non, ears alert.
“In my saddlebags. Later, the gnoll came to my train cabin and wanted the book back. The Nemean Lion gave him a growly warning to leave us alone. Mr. Cairo left with his tail between his legs. Anyways, Dapper. Patching things up with Nessie requires getting Dapper into college.”
“I could talk to her. She needs enough preparation to avoid a bonding schism.”
“That’s what Nessie has been saying,” said Chyron, ears going back.
“She could opt out. She could do that or prepare. Has her meld gotten a color level?”
Ñ̰ PULL UP MY BOOKS ON MELDING THAT HAVE ACTUARY TABLES. RELAY TO CULPEPER-FICHET-FETLOCK THAT LESTER MENTIONED A GET TOGETHER BETWEEN DR. GRIMSTONE, W.H. DONOVAN AND PROF. DOWELL. FROM THE BOOKS VICE VERSA, DONOVAN’S BRAIN AND PROF. DOWELL’S HEAD. ALL DEALT WITH MIND SWAPS. DOWELL MISTOOK MY BROTHER FOR ME AND GAVE HIM A BOOK BY JAMES BOND.
║ TWO BOOKS. HERE THEY ARE. AND DONE.
“She said her meld had yellow level. What are these clay things, by the way?”
“Kangina! Fruits and veggies stay fresh for months when placed between two clay bowls and sealed airtight with additional clay. We’ve got lychee, pistachios, araza, nance and grapes,” said Non.
“We both need some of that araza, a healthy fruit. How does it open?”
“Are you serious?” asked Picoid. The woodpecker demolished the pistachio kangina into a pile of nuts and clay fragments, then started on the nutmeat.
Non tapped around a disk to break the clay into two dishes, then rinsed araza in a sink. *cronch* “Lemony. I like it. The grapes would go well with these. What are your top locations so far?” He swept clay bits into the clay bin on the food cart.
Chyron tried an araza. “In Pelion, Clarissa Miller plans to retire, maybe there. Athens has openings. The Dion area is in the shadow of Mount Olympus, with a big gaming focus I’m unsure about. I thought about visiting you in Lerna Springs. Or could stay in Xanthi.”
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“As a woodpecker, I vote Lerna Springs out of these choices. Pelion next.”
Non tried nance for the first time. “In Swee’s book, my name will be Nance Equitaur. If you like banana cheese, you’ll love nance.” As he tried the sour araza, actuary tables brought unhappy percentages.
“Brother, Dapper’s situation has less than a 15% success rate based on the actuary tables. The math suggests Dapper has already lost the chance to meld with a bright scientist.”
“Could it be that Dapper has been practicing deceit?”
“Odds say yes. As her father, you can ask the CCC about your daughter’s active melds.”
Chyron gave his brother a look. “How do I do that?”
As Bloodfoot arrived, he stepped Chyron through request commands on the room monitor while Non used white-gloved hands to flip through Birds of Greece page-by-page, memorizing a copy.
Ñ̰ SEND MY COPY OF THIS BOOK TO CULPEPER, FICHET AND FETLOCK.
║ DONE. AGENT KATE WARNE HAS BEEN TASKED TO PICK UP THE BOOK.
“Confounded device!” exclaimed Chyron, glaring at the monitor. “Dapper lost the opportunity for melding the very day she entered matrimony! We’ve been deceived. Nessie's words held truth!”
A brotherly pat followed. “My condolences.”
Bloodfoot brought his cane down on a clay disk, then blew dust off the grapes. “Ready for a rebuild?”
Non added to his feedbag and stuck Icosian to his back. “Bro, an agent will pick this book up.”
“My office.” Bloodfoot ate from the grape cluster. “In reading up on your options, I learned that harlequin have the ability to consume large quantities of food.”
“I can do that. So now I’ll learn the secret for tripling my strength?”
“We’ll start with the usual real-life character build speech. You won’t triple your strength with a week of adventuring. You’re in the top 15% of mammals your size for strength. With months of training, you could reach the top 3%. With your age and injuries, you may drop to top 30% within a few months. Big stat increases are for the young. Use it or lose it.”
Bloodfoot and Non settled around the desk. “Understood. I’m still getting used to being an equitaur.” Non caught a falling pen. “My hand-eye coordination amazes me.”
“Top 0.27%, or 3σ, due to your physique, training and recently acquired Coordination Sequence. Do you have archery training? We could start the rebuild with a fake bow power.”
“I’m a qualified sagittary, but I don’t carry a bow and arrows. There’s a fallacy based on drawing a target around clusters of random shots.”
♫ CONGRATULATIONS! UPON HEARING A POWER, YOU FOUND A FALLACY TO FIT IT.
🏹 TEXAS SHARPSHOOTER: USE ICOSIAN AS A VIRTUAL BOW WITH ILLUSORY ARROWS. SUMMON A REAL ARROW FOR 5♇.
Following a usage pop-up, Non held his staff vertically in one hand and gripped his badge in the other. As he touched his badge to the staff and pulled back, he saw a fake arrow and felt a resistance vector. Non aimed at a desk mug. “Summoned arrows are pricey. Safe to fire this at your coffee?”
“If you haven’t paid for it, it’s fake.”
Non fired to let the fake arrow embed into the mug. The coffee didn’t even ripple.
“Do you still want to be an agent? You have an assignment to finish the intro book.”
“I’ve finished both books.” Non slid over Agent Intro and Portals. “I want to be an agent.”
The gravel-throated smoker touched the slim books. “How far that little candle throws his beams. You did it, Non, you really did it!” Bloodfoot put a handsome hardbound handbook into Non’s hands.
Non read the title. “The Enchiridion of Ñ̰?”
“Freshly customized to you. They just finished cutting the index notches.”
“Enchiridion. A synonym of handbook. With a hidden Chiron. The notches have words on them.”
║ GCC, MTS, LAW, PORTALS, MAPS, BASE, TRAINSETS, MATH, FALLACY, DICEBAG.
Non opened to Base: Lerna Springs Library.
“I get the library?” The section had maps and a comprehensive overview of the library, town and region. “This lists Grassleaf Lettuce Underhoof as the mayor?”
“You get a desk at the library. You might also get the Our Park Lodge and obstacle course, where you have a cabin. Athens granted Grassleaf a mayoral transfer last night. Something about Swee and Middy making a power play in Pelion?”
“Oi. That was fast. I think they’ve been together eighty years. I’ll need to look into that.”
“Do it later. What subscriptions do you want? Many are free to agents.”
“Arpanet and screens. Also, anything involving placement, measurement or vectors. Maybe GenePool so I can catch up on what not to do.” Non watched Bloodfoot tap on his console.
‼ WELCOME BACK TO ARPANET. WARNING: THE WARREN HENRY MAGNETIC FILAMENT MAY CAUSE DISRUPTIONS.
“Your prior screen abilities have been replaced with an upgrade to your Coronis sector. You should now be back to your prior state,” Bloodfoot said after some keywork. “I see a few abilities got added. Burden of Proof, Appeal to Authority and Composition. All approved.”
♫ SPECTACULAR STORIES, ADS AND NEWS, BY DEFAULT, SHOULD BE TAKEN WITH A GRAIN OF SALT.
🌫️ FALSE IMPRESSION: CONTROL UP TO TWELVE GRAYSCALE SCREENS ON NON-UNIFORM RATIONAL B-SPLINE SURFACES.
⸎ I NEED TO PRACTICE THIS NEW NURBS POWER. DID YOU WANT WHITE HANDS AGAIN?
║ I’LL FILTER MESSAGES. REPORTS SENT. MAY I REQUEST AN INTERFACE COLLAR LIKE THOSE DR. MAYHEM MODIFIED?
Non lifted his scrubbed but slightly stained hands. “Coronis, let me deal with reality, but feel free to experiment. Bloodfoot, could I get an interface collar for Icosian?”
“Sure. After the magstorm, you can summon both a collar and a d120. Leave your staff and badge here and I’ll arrange for one of Faraday cages coming out of storage. Any other needs?”
Non set Icosian near the desk, then scanned the news: Magstorm Henry Worst in Four Years. “I’m barely keeping a feedbag. Perhaps money?”
“Contact your supervisor about funds.”
♫ YOU’LL GAIN A DISDYAKIS TRIACONTAHEDRON. WORKS LIKE YOUR BADGE. SUMMONABLE AFTER MAGNETIC STORM.
Ñ̰ EVERYONE, LOOK UP ANYTHING SPECIAL WE NEED FOR THE MAGSTORM.
⸎ BIOLOGICAL EFFECTS UNAFFECTED. MAGNETIC PHOTON POLARIZATION HIGHLY AFFECTED.
║ MY MANUAL PREDICTS I’M SAFE UP TO X140. BUT I WON’T MIND HIDING FOR A DAY.
Ᵽ THE ONE-SHEET PREDICTED X70. I’M GLAD I’M NOT AN X40 ROBOT ANYMORE. AND HOWDY!
Picoid rode in on the shoulder of Chyron, who had a complaint. “Nessie is furious about Dapper's untruth. Mon frère, could you get perfect truth detection in one of these powers?”
“The sparse ruler excess of 474 is zero. I could determine any Turing machine. Lovely to have, but it breaks math. Sorry, Chyron. Spotting deceit could be possible but I’d rather use my critical thinking skills.” He turned back to the desk. “Any easy ways to raise my stats? Are they meaningful?”
Bloodfoot shook his head. “Stats are a guess at success. In sports, all athletes have stats. Your character sheet is basically a baseball card. Rolls are for simulations. For mind, learn. For body, work. No shortcuts. A new sector could possibly add tricolor to your screens.”
Non put up a screen. “This is color. I already have it.”
“Your screen is grayscale, mon frère,” said Chyron, transferring Picoid to Non’s shoulder.
Bloodfoot chuckled. “You have a color enhancement in your eye implant that tracks to your main screen. Everyone else sees grayscale.”
“No new sectors. I’ll stay with grayscale. Add user manuals to ToDo list. Could I get sound effects?”
“You have a sponsor for Sound and Cymatics.” Bloodfoot tapped the book Sound.
⸎ I COULD OVERSEE CYMATICS, IF WE GET IT.
“Cymatics. Sound patterns. Waves and elasticity. Modal vibrations. The 2/9ths rule and the opener for Rings of Power. Yes, please contact the sponsor. What else can I get without adding sectors?”
“Abilities, items, helpers, training, favors. How often do you engage in sparring?”
“I expect I won’t be able to improve my fighting skills much by–”
“–A few weeks of fair matches would help your fighting skills tremendously. You have four choices.”
“Four? Let me get Cherry Picking and Appeal to Probability.”
♫ YOU’VE PICKED WHAT HAS TO BE A WINNING LOTTERY TICKET! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY LOSE?
🎲 APPEAL TO PROBABILITY: IF YOUR PLAN HAS RESTRICTIVE PARALYSIS JUST PLUG IN PREDICTIVE ANALYSIS.
♫ IN 1912, THE PILTDOWN MAN PROVED ALL OF EVOLUTION. EXCEPT IT WAS FAKE. ALWAYS BE WARY.
🍒 CHERRY PICKING: SELECTIVELY ENHANCE SPECIFIC ASPECTS OF AN ABILITY, ITEM OR COMPANION.
“You haven’t gotten Trigger Warning, the provocation skill.” Bloodfoot pushed away from his desk. “As you likely know, the Bard class has sensual overtones. Harlequin is a subclass of Bard. In your history, for twelve years you hauled for Drafter Brewery and got paid extra as a Show Horse.”
“I loved that job. But after an accident I went full time with Lernea.”
“That accident injured a mare named Chesspiece. Last night, when I spoke to her, she verified her role as a character assassin for Lernea. She did to you what you did to Rumbler. An accomplice treated the fake injury. At Lernea’s direction, you stayed out of town. After a month, the Drafter Brewery gave up on their own investigation. They weren’t going to fire you.”
“I fell for a scam?”
Picoid rubbed Non’s back with a wing. “Now you have an inkling of how I feel, Agent Inkspot.”
Bloodfoot leaned back in his chair. “Prior to that, on the job, you wore a company harness. That harness utilized GenePool's on-the-clock blocking to redirect the curious to company advertising. With your hotness rating of 4σ, you worked well for Drafter Brewery as a showhorse. You made the company calendar several times each year. You contemplated ending part time work for Lernea.”
“The harness hid my weird status? And my hotness is 4σ? About 1 in 47?”
“As Lernea’s full-time stooge, without the harness, your GenePool snafu prompted red-marking from actors, acrobats, music bands, circuses and dance troops. Except for lying, you never did anything relating to patterns or performances. Lernea intended to switch you to a spy.”
“You had a cruel patron, mon frère. What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.”
“Which leads me to suppose the fact is—we really ought to get more practice. Do I need to change my class? For that matter, do I need to stay with my DICEBAG system?”
“All up to you, but it’s purely predictive. You borrowed from many systems, including Button Men. Your button in that, (S) (3)q (U)It (U) (R)!, has the 20th strongest build out of 729, mainly because the U-I-t die has Insult, a provocation skill.”
The equitaur mused. “I do miss showing off and performing. I once had plans to design a bandwagon. How can I clean up the GenePool red-marking?”
“I handled that last night. If you want to stay a harlequin, work on appropriate material. Spar with others, act with others, practice with others, perform with others. My smoke show reliably keeps crowds entertained for two hours. Aim for that. In ancient battles, jesters and the like provoked the enemy. But you've avoided the provocation branch.”
“Thanks for the clean-up and advice. Are you provoking me into choosing provocation? Anyone can already learn critical thinking or fallacy. That’s the joke to stoke an evoke in folk.”
Bloodfoot snipped a cigar. “Fine. Fair warning, comedy is hard. Character sheet printing now.” Bloodfoot noticed a pattern at the top of the sheet. “That’s odd. I don’t know what that is.”
@ ANDROMEDA TRAVELER THANKS YOU FOR SECTOR ERROR CORRECTION. THEY MAY NOW MAKE COMPLAINTS TO YOU.
⸎ THAT WAS RECORDED FOR ME.
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“It’s the inverse of the d20 graph adjacency matrix. Append the identity matrix to obtain the Golay code used in the Voyager missions. I just got a recorded message from Andromeda Traveler.”
Victoria Frankenstein rushed into the room. She lifted the book Sound by M. LeBlanc, then took in a deep breath. “Welcome to … SCIENCE! As a sponsored agent, you get access to restricted libraries. Thanks for setting this up for me, Bloodfoot. Are you ready to go, Nyah? I only have an hour to transfer this book to you. Then I must get back to questioning.”
Non stood up, looking the doctor over. “Weren’t you arrested?”
Victoria nodded. “I’m being tracked, yes. Let’s go! Don’t forget your character sheet.”
In the rush, Non missed a new ability at the bottom, marked with an icon for an expired blue parrot.
[https://i.imgur.com/uXeGxay.png] ARGUMENT SKETCH: I WISH TO REGISTER A COMPLAINT.
NAME: NON SEQUITUR. NICKNAME: NYAH (Ñ̰). CLASS: HARLEQUIN. RACE: EQUITAUR.
CLASS: PARADOX PERCUSSIONIST. (CONTACT STAFF, FALLACY CATALOG, TIMED STRIKES)
CONCEPT: AGENT FOR THE GALACTIC CORE CORPS, MATTERS OF TIME AND SPACE.
TROUBLE: ESCAPIST, EQUIVOQUE, ENEMIES, UNFINISHED PORTAL TRAINING, SAFETY LAST!
+4: MATHEMATICS, PHYSIQUE.
+3: ACADEMICS, ACROBATICS, ATHLETICS, NOTICE, PROGRAMMING.
+2: DECEPTION, FIGHT, INVESTIGATE, LOGIC, NATURE, PERFORM.
+1: CONTACTS, CRAFT, DIPLOMACY, EMPATHY, MEDICINE, STEALTH (0), SURVIVAL, WILL.
SUBSCRIPTIONS: ARPANET+, MAPS++, WEATHER, VECTORS+.
ACTION STATS: 🎭 DRAMA 1, 💡 IDEA 2, ❤️ CARE 2, 🏃 EVADE 1, 💪 BODY 3, ⏱️ ASAP 2, 💥 GRIT 3
⸎ CORONIS (799779977): PILOMOTOR ROTATORS, CHROMATOPHORES, EIDETIC MEMORY (WHEN ACTIVATED).
║ ICOSIAN (536870912): BADGE (BLOCK), SCREENS (POLARIZE), VECTORS, INERTIA, RAISING THE BAR.
Ᵽ PICOID (841): ENTANGLEMENT, BONDED TELEPATHY, SPEAK TO BIRDS, PECKING ORDER.
Ā̱ ARIESTA: SILENI BARD AMANUENSIS. LIAISON FOR LAWYER AEGIS (MARSHALL, CHASE AND PAINE).
ENCHIRIDION: GCC, MTS, LAW, PORTALS, MAPS, BASE, TRAINSETS, MATH, FALLACY, DICEBAG.
🎼 COORDINATION SEQUENCE: HARNESS THE RHYTHM OF BEATS FOR COMBAT MANEUVERS AND PERCUSSIVE FEATS.
🥊 AD HOMINEM: THE EQUITAUR WITH VECTOR BAR AND REPERTOIRE CAN KICK AND SPAR FOR AU REVOIR.
🎓 APPEAL TO AUTHORITY: CONSULT A NETWORK OF SPECIALISTS FOR INSIGHTS AND ADVICE AS REQUIRED.
🎲 APPEAL TO PROBABILITY: IF YOUR PLAN HAS RESTRICTIVE PARALYSIS JUST PLUG IN PREDICTIVE ANALYSIS.
⚖️ BURDEN OF PROOF: AFFORD THE FIRST PARTY (YOU) LEGAL AEGIS IN CONTROVERSIES INVOLVING ANY SECOND PARTY.
🍒 CHERRY PICKING: SELECTIVELY ENHANCE SPECIFIC ASPECTS OF AN ABILITY, ITEM OR COMPANION.
🔗 COMPOSITION: SYNTHESIZE TWO OR MORE OBJECTS OR ABILITIES, HARNESSING THEIR COMBINED STRENGTH.
➗ DIVISION: SYSTEMATICALLY DISSECT OBJECTS OR ABILITIES, UNCOVERING AND UTILIZING THEIR COMPONENTS.
🌓 FALSE DICHOTOMY: LEAD A TELEPATH THROUGH A PRIMROSE PATH BLOODBATH OF HIGHER MATH.
🌫️ FALSE IMPRESSION: CONTROL UP TO TWELVE GRAYSCALE SCREENS ON NON-UNIFORM RATIONAL B-SPLINE SURFACES.
🔀 GISH GALLOP: RAPIDLY RELAY NONSENSE. ALSO, ENHANCE MOVEMENT WITH VECTORS.
📚 INFORMATION OVERLOAD: POP-UP DETAILS FOR LANDMARKS, FAUNA, FLORA, AND PERSONS IN A GIVEN LOCALE.
🎭 MASKED MAN: EDIT YOUR OUTER GRAYSCALE VECTOR PATTERN. TOOLBAR AVAILABLE VIA ICOSIAN.
📏 MEASURABILITY: BECOME THE GUIDING PIN ON A DYNAMIC MAP OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS.
🌳 PECKING ORDER: ENHANCED SOUNDS, SENSES, RANGE, DURABILITY AND MENTAL CONNECTION FOR PICOID.
👁️ PERSPECTIVE: POLARITY & BODY UPGRADE. BETTER SCREEN EFFECTS. EYE-TRACKING FOR OBSERVERS.
🔦 SPOTLIGHT: AEQUORIN EQUINE. ILLUMINATE THE DARK, LET THE STALLION’S BIOLUMINESCENCE SPARK.
🏹 TEXAS SHARPSHOOTER: USE ICOSIAN AS A VIRTUAL BOW WITH ILLUSORY ARROWS. SUMMON A REAL ARROW FOR 5♇.
🧫 TRUST YOUR GUT: GAIN ZOOM, PHAGEHARBORS, NUTRIGENS, BARRIERS, REGENAIDS AND MORE.
[https://i.imgur.com/uXeGxay.png]ARGUMENT SKETCH: I WISH TO REGISTER A COMPLAINT.