Nothing means what it seems to mean. In fact, safer to assume the opposite.

Nothing means what it seems to mean. In fact, safer to assume the opposite.

There's always a plan, Conspiracy Spy. Best to make sure you're in on it.

People need to know what's really going on.

The rubbish bin of reality awaits. Time to dive in.

Not enough slots.

Actually, I'll keep my delusions to myself.

You are the gesture and motion between lines already written, not for you, but for one of those who makes the world spin.

As you know, CASCADE, the official story is that 'History' is over. Complete. No more.

However, as you also know, the nature of the conflict didn't end with the signing of Latour-Woolgar, the zone of action simply shifted to a sub-material plane.

'Official' is bureaucrat for 'false'.

Signs abound for those who know how to read. And in this sub-literate age, only the Conspiracy Spy possesses the training and insight to interpret them.

Conspiracy-Spy, which one is that?

The secret author, critic, and proofreader of reality.

Where other spy-types waste time attempting to influence 'events', the Conspiracy Spy critiques and reorders the meaning of reality using only the power of her mind.

You are the rat in the rubbish heap, gnawing on decaying waste, vibrating with dark energies, transfixed by the text on discarded milk cartons.

Yum-yum, what does it say?

According to this secret language, your so-called Whole Sick Crew did not 'fail'. You succeeded in fulfilling your pre-written role, which was to fail.

That's madness.

It only sounds that way because you're still not taking in the whole picture. If you could, it would all make perfect sense.

I knew it, we never had a chance.

No chance, no coincidence. These are smoke screens set up by the powers that be.

At least there's a plan, that's comforting.

But I don't want to be a rat!

About twenty years too late for that. Embrace your nature, read the writing on the waste.

In Tsunese, spies are called 'cockroaches'. In Capoblancan, they're 'earthworms'. In every case, it is a detritivore, head-down amidst the trash of this world.

I've long suspected things were not as they appear.

If the Partry says it's over, it's over. Who am I to question it?

You are an operant, in case you've forgotten.