OPERANT

An eight-hundred-ish tome written by Operant HOLOCENE. The content looks terrifyingly dense. It's also impeccably formatted.

Operant PROBABLE

Operant STINK

Operant Toolkit

Top Operant

Top Operant

Functional Invisibility is an Advanced Cognitive Manoeuvre -- these tactics are not officially recognised by the Operant Bureau, though Operants share rumours of their success...

You have an asset right there. A good operant knows when to delegate.

Operant COFFEE, welcome to the team. (Take the poster.)

"You're pawing my cards, operant."

Fellow operant.

You are an operant, CASCADE. You have not been trained to look for love.

She thinks that bootlegging is an act of resistance. She still wants to be an operant.

More than any of your other assets, Karolina dreamed of becoming an operant. She was too young back then, but not anymore. Take her seriously. Show her you need her help.

The Opera has no record of any Operant successfully performing this manoeuvre.

Again: the Opera has no record of any Operant successfully performing this manoeuvre, let alone CASCADE.

Where once there was Operant CASCADE is now only the residue of a scream and a scorch mark.

Think, operant. If you were you, what would you get up to?

The question before you is the same one that obsessed Operant PROBABLE during the period of their precipitous decline.

Some are born with 'It'. Those who go looking for 'It' more often than not end up destroying their lives in pursuit of the elusive ideal, like Operant PROBABLE before you.

That's how 'it' starts. Idle fancies become habits, habits become obsessions, and before you know it you are trying to phase-shift through a wall at full speed, like Operant PROBABLE before you.

Assassinate a high-ranking foreign official, return to the Operant Bureau's graces. This is the offer that's been extended to you.

On the north wall of the Novessa Palace of Culture. The only memorial departed servants of the Operant Bureau ever receive.

"Shhhh, operant."

On the north wall of the Novessa Palace of Culture. The only memorial departed servants of the Operant Bureau ever receive.

Here's a mystery for you: why isn't Operant CASCADE focusing on the assignment?

It's good that you equate being an operant to 'having a life'.

"She's an operant then."

"The Operant Bureau."

A good operant knows when to wait, and when to imbibe.

Pleasantries exchanged. Time to move on, operant.

Two years of training and conditioning, by 86 you're tapping the phones of mid-tier economists and chloroforming guard dogs with a brilliant young operant from the Remembrancer's Office.

Special-ish, yet ultimately expendable. The ideal operant.

"I don't know, operant. I don't know what I want from you any longer." She sighs. "I doubt it's a fucking card, however."

"Another operant was zeroed out in-theatre today."

"Tell me that I'm a good operant."

"No. That's your gift in a way. You're unburdened by responsibility to others. Might be what makes you an effective operant."

"You're not the first operant I've had this... issue with. I guess that says at least as much about me as it does you."

"Operant... are you busy?"

"Curtain down. No encore. Have a strange evening, operant."

"Curtain down. No encore. Have a professional evening, operant."

"Curtain down. No encore. Have a nice evening, operant."

A new Advanced Cognitive Manoeuvre for your operant's grimoire.

Tritos 91. A highly-inebriated Operant CASCADE (schnapps count: ??) is pulled over for 'reckless tuk-tuk driving'.

No need to spill your guts, though, operant.

In another life, he'd have made a fine operant.

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

That's the spirit, operant.

An operant has already been zeroed on this assignment yet you put a strange white powder straight in your mouth. Do you want to die?

Attention-seeking fashion does not befit an operant, CASCADE.