<engender a love for the study of history in Erita, either that, or bring about the adoration of the ancient metal itself … ‘see, ancient gold, see modern paper’.>
See the blood run out of the throats as the raiders kill to take the gold. See the miners dying down the hole as they slave to extract a bauble for the ruler. See the Aztecs terrorize the population, enthrall the courtiers and shock and awe the mob as they hack the still-beating heart from the body of their virginal victim, then throw the carcass down the stairs. See Yiwu hack the throats of her escaping serfs.
Ah, the love of history.
Don't forget to teach the beauty of the future and Utopia. The dreams of Nirvana and the idyll of Shangri-la. The satisfaction from voluntary exchange of value from jobs well done. The miracle of CDMA2000 phragmented photons suffusing cyberspace with the pleasant glow of integrated peace, light, harmony, happiness, health, prosperity, longevity, fun and love.
Don't forget to give her the choice:
The bleeding throat and dying slave
or
Utopia
Mqurice |
