Azneconde Benoud – Azzy to All – had invented a new and more efficient way to process waste into compost. His passion was studying the way things worked and He put ideas from several things out there together, along with His flash of insight driven by the Betterment Ethic, and there it was.
He built a prototype, ordering online the things He couldn’t print out because there was no build file available. He was pleased to see that all His needs could be immediately met, and within the day robots had delivered them all to His home, presently floating above Victoria Falls.
The prototype was an ugly thing, but it worked flawlessly. His mind wandered to all the fame He would earn, eager to show it off. But His eyes took in again the ratty lump He had before Him. “Better see if anyOne out there can make it look good.”
Azzy moved to the computer in the shop area of His aerial home, and asked it to put out an ad for a designer of equipment. Ten minutes later, the computer informed Him that Darry Kart, Ellen Rezzo, and Pala Zahia had all said They would love to help.
“I’ve seen Pala’s work. Let Her know I accept Her kindness!” The computer notified Pala that Azzy would love to have Her gift of design for His invention, asking if now was a good time for Her to come over, while letting the other two know that the kindnesses were not needed, but deep thanks were paid for the offer.
Pala responded with a calm, “Yes. What are the coordinates?” Her computer got the coordinates from Azzy’s computer, and She got in Her car. She actually was excited for the chance to take the crude work of an inventor and make the process look good. Along with playing the harp, it was what She loved to do.
The car slid out of its port and moved up into the sky and She was off. It was a half an hour of lush views, wide spans of water, enclaves of Human gatherings. Peaceful and beautiful. Arriving at Azzy’s house, Pala’s car landed on the wide shelf for parking, and as She emerged from the vehicle, Azzy stepped out of the arched doorway to the platform, smiling in excitement.
For a moment They took in the Other – Azzy with His tall, thin frame and blonde hair gathered at the back with a band, green eyes sparkling, and Pala, short and with elegant curves, Her dark skin like the finest chocolate, dark hair and eyes aglow with anticipation. Azzy, still smiling, welcomed Pala in as She smiled in return and followed His lead inside and into the shop.
Azzy loved the opportunity to explain His inventions to anyOne who would listen, but in Pala He discovered a true interest in grasping what He offered. She had to know the processes She would be working with to put something together that both looked good and worked. She had Her computer at hand and frequently input data as They discussed the invention.
After several hours of input, discussion, and possible model solutions examined, including any safety issues that might be inherent, Pala had a complete form that was safe, pleasing Her and thrilling Azzy. The result looked both graceful and utilitarian. The model hung in hologram above Pala’s computer, rotating so all perspectives could be examined.
“Can We send the data to the printer?” Pala asked, with a glowing smile.
Azzy nodded with enthusiasm. “Oh, absolutely! I can hardly wait!” Pala punched keys on Her computer, sending the specs to the printer, which stood in the corner of the shop, and the machine began a rapid process of printing out what They had been looking at in the model.
When the invention was completely printed, Azzy lowered it to the ground with the aid of a robot, and moved it to the testing area. The two of Them admired the sleekness and ease of use in the design. Azzy attached the waste outlet, poised at the intake on the invention, fitting it snugly, and turned on both the waste flow and the composter.
Pride beamed from both of Them as the rich compost began to flow from the machine. Perfect!
“I love the way You worked Your signature into the design,” Azzy said. “And My name so bold! EveryOne will know it was Me who invented it!” Excitement bubbled in His tone.
Pala smiled. “It does work well!” She exclaimed. “Sharp idea! I am humbled to have been chosen to help give it all a flair! Thank You!!!”
Azzy smiled back. “It is Me who is humbled by Your skill in design! I must thank You!”
“We are both well paid,” Pala responded. “I have not enjoyed Myself this much in a very long time. Not only did I get to apply My skills to something so useful, but I enjoyed Your company. You’re good at explaining things.”
Azzy felt a bit of a blush, with a brief thought of whether Pala was single. But His focus on earning the fame from He invention pulled Him away. “We should get someOne to market this…”
Pala turned Her attention to the product of Her design and nodded. “I know just who!” Azzy looked at Her inquiringly. “His name is Sam Yokinume.”
A light sparked in Azzy’s eyes. “You can get Sam to market Our work?” Pala nodded eagerly. Azzy clenched a fist, drawing it down with the elbow. “Awesome!”
“Hang on. I’ll see if He is available.” Pala spoke to Her computer. “Hey, Sam. When might You be available to look at a product for marketing?” A slight frown creased Her brow. “My message was sent to awaiting response. Well… Not sure when He’ll get back. Do You want to wait? Or use another marketer?”
Azzy felt frustration – on the one hand, Sam had a huge base of People who trusted His judgment, which meant a huge payout of fame, but He didn’t know whether Sam was away from His comp for an hour or a week. On the other, choosing another marketer would get His fame going now. “Tell You what. It’s getting late and perhaps by tomorrow He’ll get back to You.”
“Yeah, I’m getting tired, too. Shall I crash here or head home?” Pala looked at Azzy with a smile.
“Sure, yeah. You can crash in the guest room if You want to stay here for the night.” Azzy felt a bit elated at the thought of having Pala join Him for coffee and breakfast – sometimes it got lonely in His home, where He lived almost as a hermit, studying the mechanics of things and looking always for ways to make things better. “This way…” He said as He moved towards a door in the shop. Pala followed.
The next morning, Pala emerged into the kitchen, where Azzy was pouring over a document shown on His computer and sipping coffee from a large mug. “Good news,” Pala said. “Sam got back with Me and said He has time to look it over about 11 local time. About three hours from now.”
Azzy smiled. “Perfect!” Pala aimed for the chef panel and asked for coffee, with honey and cream. The unit lit up and She opened its door to withdraw a steaming mug. “Will He be coming here? Or will this be virtual?” Azzy asked.
Pala took a sip of the coffee, and then responded, “He likes to get His hands on the items He is considering for marketing, so He will be here in person.”
“Cool! Looking forward to meeting Him!” Azzy’s excitement resounded through His words. “Shall We have breakfast on the patio?” Pala nodded. Azzy ordered eggs and hash browns with a tall glass of orange juice from the chef panel, asking that it be delivered to the patio table. Pala ordered oatmeal with orange juice as well.
Together They went to the patio and seated Themselves at the table, already bearing Their respective dishes. “What a lovely view You’ve set up!” Pala gazed out at the falls about 100 yards away, rainbows scattering light in the mists that billowed forth from the tumbling waters. The house was just below the point where the water came over the cliff. The rumble of the water hitting the rocks below was muffled a bit, not too loud for conversations to flow smoothly.
“It’s peaceful and relaxing. Sometimes I need that when I have spent too much time studying.” Azzy chuckled.
They ate in between discussions of the view, the invention, and small talk. At nearly 11, They saw a car approaching and left the table for the robots to clean, heading towards the landing shelf. They arrived just as the car settled in next to Pala’s vehicle. Sam stepped out.
“Greetings!” He called as He approached the two. After introductions, the three of Them made Their way to the shop. Azzy excitedly explained His invention while Sam looked it over, nodding and seemingly impressed. Then Azzy turned it on.
The compost began to flow and Sam picked up a handful, looking at it closely and feeling the texture with His fingertips. A wide smile broke out on His face. “Excellent quality! And so fast! I am very impressed!”
Azzy looked thrilled. “You’ll market then?”
“Absolutely! This is the most awesome invention I have seen in a very long while!” Sam took out His computer. “Who has the build files?”
“Here,” Azzy said, as He gave His computer instructions to send the build files to Sam. Sam seated Himself in a chair near the workbench and began constructing the ad, having images taken of the machine, and then looked up.
“Your invention is out in the pool,” Sam stated with a wide smile.
Azzy whooped, “YES!!!” Then turned to both Pala and Sam. “I pay You both in a tremendous amount of thanks and gratitude! Without You, the invention would just be an ugly lump sitting here in My shop.”
Within an hour, Azzy started getting responses from People who had printed the machine from the build files and loved the invention. Pala was getting praises for Her beautiful design, and Sam was getting many thanks for locating and sharing such a useful and elegant machine.
“Well, I have a few more things to look at today. So I gotta git, but expect a deluge soon of payment for this wonderful offering to the Betterment!” Sam gathered His computer and They walked to the landing shelf. He tucked Himself into His car and was off, after more thanks and excitement were expressed.
Pala turned to Azzy. “I really should be going, too. Maybe We can get together next week – go to the concert the Betterment Ethics are putting on?”
“Oh. I didn’t know They were doing another concert,” Azzy responded, with a thrill running through Him. She wants to see Me again!!! “But, absolutely! Let’s plan on going! When is it?”
“Wednesday at 17 universal, in the Tokyo arena.”
Azzy put the data into His computer, noting that He had now hundreds of messages from adoring fans of His invention. “Will be there. Would You like to do dinner afterwards? Maybe a bistro in Ethiopia? I love Ethiopian food!”
“Sounds awesome! I gotta git too, for now.” Pala smiled and slid into Her car, lifting slowly and then zipping off. Azzy stood a moment, imagining the future date with Pala, relishing the excitement it brought. Then He went back to the kitchen, got another mug of coffee, and sat down to read the payments of thanks and respect, coming in thick and fast now, and reveling in that richness. His fame had begun!
To All who have read this short story, You may note that nowhere was money discussed. This is because it illustrates what drives innovation, collaboration, and Human relationships in a society of Ethical sovereigns, where free energy is flowing and money is thereby obsolete. We are free, in this society, to contribute as We love to do, all of Us, with no One having to plug Their energy in somehow to get slave tokens to survive on. Where We all may live freely under the three Laws of Ethics (the only Laws – all in the legal system are statutes, acts, bills, codes, mandates, regulations, ordinances, edicts, &c. – I call them “legalates,” not “laws”).
The three Laws of Ethics are natural Law expressed as the three things not to do:
1. Do not willfully and without fully informed consent hurt or kill the flesh of anOther
2. Do not willfully and without fully informed consent take or damage anything that does not belong to You alone
3. Do not willfully defraud anOther (which can only happen without fully informed consent)
Imagine a world where Few break the Law, and Those that do are Individually responsible for the breaking. No legal protection in the form of “corporations,” which do unEthical things, and then, if caught, pay from the coffers. Or the legalates say it’s okay and They are not held to account in any way. No One is personally held responsible.
In fact, even today, the vast majority of Us do not break those Laws. But sadly, the psychopathic Ones amongst Us – about 1% of Us across the board are born with a gene that manifests Individuals incapable of feeling caring, compassion, love, or empathy for Others, who feel no remorse, and generally lust for power over Others – the psychopathic Ones will break any and all of them if They see an advantage in gaining power.
And They control the legal/governmental system, making “legal” some very unEthical things.
Yet the Laws of Ethics stand above all the legalates. Nothing unEthical in the legal system is valid, but They indoctrinate Us that “legal” is the highest “law,” and ignore any unEthical aspect made “legal.” For all such unEthical things They enact serve Them – and They control the system.
Why would We consent to such a system? When it thwarts Ethics far more than serves them? I have withdrawn My consent and have taken membership in the Society Of Ethical Sovereigns (SOES) – anyOne who chooses Their behavior Ethically and has withdrawn consent from the legal/governmental system may take membership. No One bestows membership. It’s there for the taking if You qualify.
For more, please visit these links:
I Have a Blueprint:
The Detailed Blueprint:
Electrogravitics: Gravity Control & Energy from the Aether:
Take membership in the Society Of Ethical Sovereigns (SOES):
To All Who Seek To Better Our Planet
Amaterasu Solar Again:
Endia – A Short Story by Amaterasu Solar
Quite the Opposite – A Short Story for Change – by Amaterasu Solar
The Abundance Paradigm – A Novella by Amaterasu Solar
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I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"
When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.
From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).
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