the northern caves
The Northern Caves Chapter 11, 1310 words, on the NMPH network
more 11: BASIC
01:07: ADDRESS DROP
01:11: ROLLOVER
01:18: LABORATORY
01:24: EXPLAINED GOOD
01:27: FOES
01:34: AMBIANCE
01:37: NUCLEAR DEGREE
01:42: MEETINGS
01:48: GO-TO
01:51: TOLERATION
01:57: SCIENTIFIC STUDIES
02:01: AMBIENCE
02:05: BLACK AND TAN
02:08: DREAM DISCUSSION
02:11: FUNERAL DRAMA
02:18: MEETING
02:21: PARTY CLOUDS
02:26: PARTY CLOUDS
02:29: REFRACTIONS
02:34: PRESENTATION
REAL MEN
The inner sanctum of the Academia. The children are all gathered at the head of the round table. It is 8:30.
“Morning,” said the teacher, shortly.
“What are you doing here?” one of the children asked.
“Ah, my children, we are about to go through the course of a very important exercise. Now, for the last time, it is necessary for us to instruct you that you are very young. Your entire lives, you will receive in your physical bodies an experience far too incredible to describe. No man, nor god, nor devil could have brought you here for this. We are talking about a series of firsts, for you.”
“Are there any who do not believe me,” said the little boy.
“You are talking to a boy,” said the teacher, in a half-sadistic tone of voice. “He is the one who will be the subject of my lecture. You believe him, or you would not come here today. You will all receive a profound delusion, and you will all believe in it. At this very moment you are feeling the stimulation which will soon provide you with the first experiences of impressions which will change the course of your lives, of which all your enemies will regret the consequences. You are merely on the point of swallowing a little lump of sugar when you receive a shock of pure curiosity. If you cannot help but feel curious about the innermost recesses of your body, you are already far from understanding the faculties of the mind. Now, if you hear my words, you will be quite ready to receive my visitors, even if you have not believed in your muscles, in your sight, in your hands, in your voice, in your bones, in your eyes, in your nose, in your ears.”
There was a pause. The children were looking at one another, at the same time their eyes were having a kind of guileless reflection, wondering what the stranger had said to mean by such words. Then one of them said: “But, father, what if, sir, I have a tendency to doubt such things? I always do, and I remember, sometimes, to doubt them. What would you do with me if I were to doubt the whole presentation?”
“Very well,” said the little man. “I must be the one that keeps going on, father. You must make your children remember to have faith in the things they are told. I am certainly

