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	shack-dwelling crazy person, prophetic ecoterrorist, fallen trophy wife, nihilistic politico, scholar of genocide, hollowed-out social worker.		shack-dwelling crazy person, prophetic ecoterrorist, fallen trophy wife, nihilistic politico, scholar of genocide, hollowed-out social worker.

	''When I was in high school my teacher told me that there are more people alive today than have ever lived. Don't worry: she lied, then got cancer. (Not my fault.) We live atop a mountain of corpses. The Earth is swimming in humans, above and below the ground, so when I see you trying to raise the dead, I'm torn. On the one hand, I recognize your despair. On the other hand, do you really want to spend the rest of the week fending off a zombie apocalypse as the Earth vomits up her dead? AGAIN? Come on, man, think this through: every time you try this, we		''When I was in high school my teacher told me that there are more people alive today than have ever lived. Don't worry: she lied, then got cancer. (Not my fault.) We live atop a mountain of corpses. The Earth is swimming in humans, above and below the ground, so when I see you trying to raise the dead, I'm torn. On the one hand, I recognize your despair. On the other hand, do you really want to spend the rest of the week fending off a zombie apocalypse as the Earth vomits up her dead? AGAIN? Come on, man, think this through: every time you try this, we end up fighting zombies. I hate zombies. Just put the syringe down.''
	end up fighting zombies. I hate zombies. Just put the syringe down.''

	===Stereotypes:===		===Stereotypes:===

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	Neid: There is more to Heaven and Earth than your endless, insufferable whining. I have heard the song of the universe, and it's telling you to shut up.		Neid: There is more to Heaven and Earth than your endless, insufferable whining. I have heard the song of the universe, and it's telling you to shut up.

	===Other Catalysts:===		==Other Catalysts:==

	There are rumors of other catalysts based on other kinds of societies. One catalyst, said to have existed in China before Lemuria's eradication of their Inspired society, focused on a sort of enlightened embracing of the universe-as-it-is. Another concentrated on an Inspired mastery of one's place and position in the complicated social strata of those societies. The catalyst of "Enthusiasm," triggered by a genius touching the Godhead during his Breakthrough, shows up in rumors and legends. Nonetheless, almost all known geniuses belong to one of the five catalysts listed above.		There are rumors of other catalysts based on other kinds of societies. One catalyst, said to have existed in China before Lemuria's eradication of their Inspired society, focused on a sort of enlightened embracing of the universe-as-it-is. Another concentrated on an Inspired mastery of one's place and position in the complicated social strata of those societies. The catalyst of "Enthusiasm," triggered by a genius touching the Godhead during his Breakthrough, shows up in rumors and legends. Nonetheless, almost all known geniuses belong to one of the five catalysts listed above.

	===The Core Axioms:===		==The Core Axioms:==

	Those Axioms tied to the catalysts―Apokalypsi, Epikrato, Exelixi, Katastrofi, and Metaptropi―are sometimes called the "core" Axioms, and are considered easier to learn at their basic levels than the others, since they are tied directly to states of mind.		Those Axioms tied to the catalysts―Apokalypsi, Epikrato, Exelixi, Katastrofi, and Metaptropi―are sometimes called the "core" Axioms, and are considered easier to learn at their basic levels than the others, since they are tied directly to states of mind.

	===Language:===		==Language:==

	How come catalysts are in German, Axioms are in some first approximation of Ancient Greek, and foundations are English, while terms like "genius" and "manes" are very bad Latin, and other words are drawn from Buddhist and Hindu philosophy and languages like Pali and Sanskrit? Because the lexicon of mad science was standardized at different times. The most general terms are the oldest: The Inspired of ancient Rome were referring to themselves as "genii" and speaking of manes, penates and lares (beholden), and other terms as early as the 2nd century BC. These terms, still used by Lemuria, indicates that Lemuria held influence over the Eternal City, though the Lemurians themselves insist that they arose in India many centuries earlier. Most of the Indian terms are in fact more recent additions, appearing in the 19th century. While there is some evidence that Lemuria originated in India, those records were wiped out centuries ago; a new Indian tradition was "rediscovered" during the Victorian era.		How come catalysts are in German, Axioms are in some first approximation of Ancient Greek, and foundations are English, while terms like "genius" and "manes" are very bad Latin, and other words are drawn from Buddhist and Hindu philosophy and languages like Pali and Sanskrit? Because the lexicon of mad science was standardized at different times. The most general terms are the oldest: The Inspired of ancient Rome were referring to themselves as "genii" and speaking of manes, penates and lares (beholden), and other terms as early as the 2nd century BC. These terms, still used by Lemuria, indicates that Lemuria held influence over the Eternal City, though the Lemurians themselves insist that they arose in India many centuries earlier. Most of the Indian terms are in fact more recent additions, appearing in the 19th century. While there is some evidence that Lemuria originated in India, those records were wiped out centuries ago; a new Indian tradition was "rediscovered" during the Victorian era.

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	===Favored Axiom:===		===Favored Axiom:===
	Metaptropi, the Axiom of Transformation. Principalities are masters of changing the		Metaptropi, the Axiom of Transformation. Principalities are masters of changing the physical world, bending it to conform to what they want to see.
	physical world, bending it to conform to what they want to see.

	===Derangement:===		===Derangement:===
	Narcissism. Even the kindest Hoffnung, deep down, believes that he is entirely right and		Narcissism. Even the kindest Hoffnung, deep down, believes that he is entirely right and correct, making him dangerous to those who cross him.
	correct, making him dangerous to those who cross him.

	===Training:===		===Training:===
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	Staunen: What childish whimsy, to pretend to see "beyond" the horrors of this world. In truth you just ignore them.		Staunen: What childish whimsy, to pretend to see "beyond" the horrors of this world. In truth you just ignore them.

	===Neid===		==Neid==

	'''The Catalyst of Banishment'''		'''The Catalyst of Banishment'''
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	they first glimpsed, and Apokalypsi grants them that.		they first glimpsed, and Apokalypsi grants them that.

	===Derangement:===Fixation. Grigori are prone to minute obsession with things no reasonable person would find engrossing.		===Derangement:===
			Fixation. Grigori are prone to minute obsession with things no reasonable person would find engrossing.

	===Training:===		===Training:===

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	"Don't worry," he said then, looking at my furrowed brow. "I'm pretty sure you're real. And if you're not, well, there's no reason to be rude. Let's talk to this guy."		"Don't worry," he said then, looking at my furrowed brow. "I'm pretty sure you're real. And if you're not, well, there's no reason to be rude. Let's talk to this guy."
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	Marquadt stared at the man for a long time. The man wore a flannel shirt and was wearing two big Timberland boots, and was carrying a third, and he was looking real hard at a Christmas display. His breath frosted the glass, he was so close.

	~~I laughed, because~~ Marquadt ~~had been so grim~~ for so long, and ~~said~~, ~~"So~~, ~~what do you think? Time traveler, or escaped mental patient?"~~		<code>
			Marquadt stared at the man for a long time. The man wore a flannel shirt and was wearing two big Timberland boots, and was carrying a third, and he was looking real hard at a Christmas display. His breath frosted the glass, he was so close.

	I had ~~never met either~~, ~~so I was eager.~~		I laughed, because Marquadt had been so grim for so long, and said, "So, what do you think? Time traveler, or escaped mental patient?"

	~~"No~~,~~" Marquadt said~~. "He's not from here. He's learned to fake it, though. He's learned to make sense of the patterns of color and light that his eyes say he sees, to process the vibrations we call sound into a rude model of an external reality. He's even learned the hardest trick: he can pretend that effects follow causes, that things happen for a reason, that there's some kind of sense to this world."		I had never met either, so I was eager.

	"~~What is~~ he~~?" I asked~~, ~~feeling tense~~, ~~"and how do you know?~~"		"No," Marquadt said. "He's not from here. He's learned to fake it, though. He's learned to make sense of the patterns of color and light that his eyes say he sees, to process the vibrations we call sound into a rude model of an external reality. He's even learned the hardest trick: he can pretend that effects follow causes, that things happen for a reason, that there's some kind of sense to this world."

	"~~A visitor from some other type of reality~~, ~~some place where things don't work like they work here. And he's been here for a long time.~~"		"What is he?" I asked, feeling tense, "and how do you know?"

	"~~How can you tell?~~"		"A visitor from some other type of reality, some place where things don't work like they work here. And he's been here for a long time."

	"Because after a while, I got that good at...pretending." Marquadt sighed and rubbed his gloved hands. "I was trapped, somewhere. There were things like lights and colors, some other sensations that my brain processed as well as it could. Enough trial-and-error and I understood it was real. Poor bastard...It was so hard, pretending that any of it was real, rather than just a bunch of impressions in my dying mind. I'm still not sure it was real, though I made friends there...I think. And when I came back, I realized that I couldn't tell ~~the difference between things that once mattered to me.~~"		"How can you tell?"

	~~He looked through me~~. ~~He wasn't seeing me~~, I ~~realized~~. He was ~~seeing~~ a ~~collection~~ of ~~sense-~~impressions~~: the gray oval of my face~~ in ~~the dim light, the way my hair formed a halo between me and the neon sign at~~ my ~~back~~. He was ~~seeing a bunch of shapes and colors~~, ~~and forcing himself to put them together~~. ~~It tired him~~, I ~~knew, always having~~ to ~~view~~ me ~~as a person~~.		"Because after a while, I got that good at...pretending." Marquadt sighed and rubbed his gloved hands. "I was trapped, somewhere. There were things like lights and colors, some other sensations that my brain processed as well as it could. Enough trial-and-error and I understood it was real. Poor bastard...It was so hard, pretending that any of it was real, rather than just a bunch of impressions in my dying mind. I'm still not sure it was real, though I made friends there...I think. And when I came back, I realized that I couldn't tell the difference between things that once mattered to me."

	"Don't worry," he said then, looking at my furrowed brow. "I'm pretty sure you're real. And if you're not, well, there's no reason to be rude. Let's talk to this guy."		He looked through me. He wasn't seeing me, I realized. He was seeing a collection of sense-impressions: the gray oval of my face in the dim light, the way my hair formed a halo between me and the neon sign at my back. He was seeing a bunch of shapes and colors, and forcing himself to put them together. It tired him, I knew, always having to view me as a person.

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			Marquadt stared at the man for a long time. The man wore a flannel shirt and was wearing two big Timberland boots, and was carrying a third, and he was looking real hard at a Christmas display. His breath frosted the glass, he was so close.

			I laughed, because Marquadt had been so grim for so long, and said, "So, what do you think? Time traveler, or escaped mental patient?"

			I had never met either, so I was eager.

			"No," Marquadt said. "He's not from here. He's learned to fake it, though. He's learned to make sense of the patterns of color and light that his eyes say he sees, to process the vibrations we call sound into a rude model of an external reality. He's even learned the hardest trick: he can pretend that effects follow causes, that things happen for a reason, that there's some kind of sense to this world."

			"What is he?" I asked, feeling tense, "and how do you know?"

			"A visitor from some other type of reality, some place where things don't work like they work here. And he's been here for a long time."

			"How can you tell?"

			"Because after a while, I got that good at...pretending." Marquadt sighed and rubbed his gloved hands. "I was trapped, somewhere. There were things like lights and colors, some other sensations that my brain processed as well as it could. Enough trial-and-error and I understood it was real. Poor bastard...It was so hard, pretending that any of it was real, rather than just a bunch of impressions in my dying mind. I'm still not sure it was real, though I made friends there...I think. And when I came back, I realized that I couldn't tell the difference between things that once mattered to me."

			He looked through me. He wasn't seeing me, I realized. He was seeing a collection of sense-impressions: the gray oval of my face in the dim light, the way my hair formed a halo between me and the neon sign at my back. He was seeing a bunch of shapes and colors, and forcing himself to put them together. It tired him, I knew, always having to view me as a person.

			"Don't worry," he said then, looking at my furrowed brow. "I'm pretty sure you're real. And if you're not, well, there's no reason to be rude. Let's talk to this guy."