Topher Moore’s Interest in Communitarianism

Topher Moore was an attractive 25-year-old political science graduate student; shaggy haircut, brown bedroom eyes, and a laid-back demeanor that had gotten him into a cheerleader or two’s bedroom, while maintaining a healthy male’s reputation.  He dressed in jean shorts, mole skin boots, knit blue hoodie t-shirts, and a rotating arsenal of hats.  To carry his possessions, such as his skatedisc, e-papers, and water bottles, in a canvas rucksack flung over a single shoulder.

Topher selected political science major to follow in his father’s footsteps, the famous political engineer Lewis R. Moore.  Lewis’ work kept him constantly travelling through the NAU’s north eastern city-states, giving Topher a varied cosmopolitan upbringing.  Topher was inspired by his father’s effort to push ecological communitarianism into mainstream political discussions.  Topher strives to contradict and battle tribalism, which has swept Terra following the Genesis Revolution’s isolating effects.

Topher selected Brasilia to study because of the Genesis Revolution’s surprisingly positive impact on the continent, such as increased global economic, military, and political power.  Brasilia also became flush with fertile farm land, which provided much needed food to most of the world’s population.  This turned the plantations into powerful new communities, which were independent of previous governmental tribal structures.  These new communities were independent of previous ethnic and cultural ties, becoming new societal utopias built around interactions towards shared goals and interests, and shared history.


Dorian at Aerynd University

While attending Aerynd University I avoided most social circles, believing they’d peak beneath my mask and judge me inappropriate – or worse, inadequate.  Around friends, I remained shy as if they were strangers because facades kept everyone at an arm’s length.  It was simpler to cover my self-consciousness and inferiority beneath masks, that were fashioned for inclusion by adopting specific friend-interests, and sub-cultures, and abandoning my own.  I made myself look like a light skinned gypsy with the manners of a gentleman.  I brought what I learned from Blithedale, to be a person, anyone could share their sordid family life with.

I attended Aerynd University’s art’s conservatory, The Waterfront Annex, from 2047-2051; none of the traditional professional studies interested me so I constructed my own on graphic fiction.

While attending Aerynd University, in Biell, I appeared in final project student films “Noh” by Johann Tronberg and “Chimera” by F. Rohrbach.  I began dating Jeremy Schwach.  While I studied graphic fiction, Jeremy majored in music & production to be a DJ.  At the Annex 2051 Graduation Show, Jeremy’s composition “Megalodon,” retold the global environmental impact of the Monolith’s electromagnetic storms in 2012 & 2103.  The depth of his work became the talk of the University, which had promised him a serious future that failed to materialize.  Instead, my graduating short story cycle, Snow, was a collaborative effort with Ian Jimenez, who provided static and sequential mixed-media illustration for my stories, yielded a Tilael Publishing contract for my original graphic-serial Babalon’s War; Ian’s woodcarving illustrations garnered him an agent.

The success of Snow gave me the ability to move into the Langham, in Caentibiry, amongst vagabonds, ecchi, socialists, and anarchists; rather than go home after graduation.


Blithedale is an entertainment cabal with involvement in projects as varied as fashion houses, publishing companies, cabarets, propagandapapers, television stations, etc…

It began with the orgiastic religion of Dionysos.  Within the Dionysiac cult, money in principle played no part, or played only a secondary role – like a sickness of the body.  Those who took part in Dionysiac orgies were often have nots, sometimes even slaves.  They were a small group of people that refused to cast eroticism out of religion, men had reduced religion to a utilitarian morality.  Eroticism, having lost its sacred character, became unclean.  The popularity of Dionysos in the first centuries of the Roman Empire was such that his cult might have been considered a serious rival to Christianity.  On the other hand, the later existence of a soberer Dionysiansim, seems to indicate that the fear of derangement forced those faithful to Dionysos to renounce the virulence of earlier times.  To the extent that Christianity ruled the world, it attempted to liberate it of eroticism, it turned paradise into the world of immediate – as well as eternal – satisfaction.  But first it made paradise the outcome of an effort, the outcome of labor.  Those that did not chose to conform their violently religious ways found acceptance in the Christian sect of Catharism, calling themselves Blithedale.

They had left on the Mayflower to come to America.  At first the Blithedale members thought they’d get along with the other Mayflower passengers, but they were wrong.  After only a annual and a half at Plymouth the Blithedale members left to set up their original idea.  They envisioned a populace of liberal intellect and cultivated personalities, where interpersonal relations that fostered a more wholesome and simple life could be cultivated away from the energy depleting competitive constitutions.

They moved their community and abbey eight miles east of Boston.  Remaining a isolated community as well as self-sufficient allowed them to amass a small community fortune.  The prototype Blithedale community was originally financed by the sale of stock, a purchaser of one share automatically becoming a member of the institute, which was governed by a board of directors. The profits, if any, were divided into several shares corresponding to the total number of man-days of labour, every member entitled to one share for each day’s labour performed.  During the Panic of 1837, that shut banks and closed lines of credit, Blithedale was the only organization – aside from the Catholic Church – with the resources to give out such vast loans, leaving them to be one of the only money lending agencies around.  In the following depression Blithedale acquired the thousands of abandoned acres of agricultural land as people hoped factory work might save them, and turned the land into resorts of the wealthy.

By the 1840s there was obvious immigration toward towns, cities, and factories.  Hoping to increase its newfound power base Blithedale took advantage of the rapidly developing industrialization made possible by steam and iron mechatronics, by introducing the barons to Blithedale’s inner most rituals for passage to Heaven.  Once a month the most senior members meet for orgies, and wine, and various other indulgences.  Each one a way to purge their souls of sin so they could easily return to their holy lives, unencumbered by being human.  The earliest members were grateful for their free pass to Heaven and they left fortunes, trusts and seedlings for FORBES’ 500 companies.

With its near unprecedented accumulation of capital in the hands of a powerful few, the new mechatronics, city tenements, over-crowded factory town-cities, Blithedale joined other philanthropic organizations to attempt the cultivation of the arts, protection of prostitutes, and the care of orphans.  To clean up any of the rumors that haunted Blithedale since they separated from the Mayflower.  But Blithedale’s good deeds bred just as many rumors.

Dead Roads outline

When the Pantheon left the plane of existence they sealed the planet beneath a mercury sky.  One thousand one hundred eighty-one years after the Second Revelation, The Awakening occurs, those that fell into catatonic sleep awaken from their immortal slumber.  Among the awakened is an orphan five-year-old boy.  Sixteen years after that a young man wonders the remains of Bharat ad Xinca.  He is flanked by six direwolves.

As the boy journeys across the deserts and mountains, he gathers followers.  Traveling the boy hopes to trace his origins, having awoke with no memory.  He is raised by Rejenys monks in an underground Sacred Garden.  The monks train him to control all cells in his body, and to manipulate his xi into a body encasing tactile psychokinesis.

The boy left the monastery on his twenty-first birthday to find his origins.  Along the way the boy meets the Pantheon one-by-on – coming and going as they please.  The Pantheon uses the boy to gain access to dense urban areas, where the boy is compelled to re-enact Rejenys myths.  Doing this the Pantheon creates a spiritual resurgence of stories and prayers to the Pantheon.

Reaching the Xinca Archipelago, alone, the boy reaches the site of his conception.  There he is met by an undisguised Nico, who with open arms, reveals her to be his mother and takes him to join her and Topher.

Diamond Queen – outline

Angel Constantine is an artist poised between two worlds: indie-art and dance-pop musi.  She burst onto the cultural radar with her single, the pure-peppy fist-pumping electro-pop “Hanging Out.”  The song’s promotional video contained brave sexual imagery that reflected her parents’ home country’s political upheaval in a vibrantly violent story; the promo went on to sweep the EU Grammy categories.  Since then, through her gleeful imagination ruled by a disciplined study of gesture and attitude, as well as strength, in body and spirit, Constantine has designed a new iconoclast daring the world to not scrutinize.

The brighter Constantine’s star grew the heavier she came under criticism for having a Svengali in DJ/Producer NORE, having begun a professional relationship when she was 15 in Ibiza.  Their mentor-protégé relationship is sweetly protective and utterly confusing to observe.  He has nicknamed her “Songbird”, calling her by it as they discuss work, art, & fashion.  Both she and NORE fought back by asserting Constantine was her own artist and dictated the direction of her work, writing all the lyrics and vocal arrangements.  The nature of their relationship was eventually revealed when a marriage certificate listed the couple married in 2052 in Hubbe City; Angel would’ve been sixteen, and NORA would’ve been thirty-three.  Three years later Angel was linked to the Blithedale sex-game murders, when a young man died at an Commission licensed event, when papers turned over to NEON in the Depravity Watch’s indecency investigation, listed Angel as an employee of Thaïs Kyabakura in 2051, when she would’ve been fifteen years old.

Inquisitors declared Constantine a victim of a clandestine and manipulative organization, escaping obscenity and prostitution charges.  But former co-workers disagree with The Watch’s ruling, going as far as to say that she perjured herself, claiming Angel had been in Neophyte training for six weeks at the Basilia Phalanstère in Sidume.  Constantine maintains she never took that path, and hopes that she won’t be called to testify at the indecency trial, scheduled to begin in November of 2056.  In the meantime, Angel wasn’t free from any entanglement with the Malthusian Commission, claiming to being continually monitored by The Watch.  Constantine says it’s because when inquisitors brought her in for questioning, they became annoyed and frustrated when she couldn’t supply names of executives or guests because she didn’t know anyone’s real name.

The November 2056 inquisition was too much for Angel and NORE who broke up early in 2057.  Angel left the studio that year and turned towards acting, turning in an award nominated and winning performance in ‘Perfect Blue’, playing a singer turned actress whose mental stability slowly unravels after shattering her perfect image.  Further distancing herself from her past, Angel moved into The Sacred Orchard at Topher’s invitation, acting as ambassador to the World Government Organization.

Dorian & Brent

Immediately after my sixteenth birthday, I left the flotillas and headed to the family estate in Pentapolis of the Valley.  I was determined to attend Aerynd University’s Waterfront Annex conservatory.  I backpacked my way across Bharat, working as an Bliethdale artist’s model; I never considered myself the prettiest, but I smiled deceptively locking myself in another mind.

As I crossed Bharat I met an Ascomanni, Brent, who acted as muscle to protect models from overly amorous artists and auteurs.  He was a a few years older than me.  Brent had a strong secure beach body, that had a thick mat of auburn brown chest hair.  Brent was different than the flotilla boys, he engaged in rough-housing, and the closest I knew that summer to camp-adventures.  Overall, being in his company made one feel protected no matter what.  Brent made me feel as if I could tell him I was ecchi and not be thrown in the trash.  I never told him but I like to pretend he knew and was kind to help me.  I wouldn’t have minded if Brent was my first kiss (he wasn’t).

Since Brent was Blithedale security we were all able to go at night, and play in the bars and clubs without being molested by Bharat’s governing class.  With Brent around yacht-parties off the coast became available to us, and were regularly indulged because of the ability to easily procure poppy java and salvia cigarettes.  On one weekend, a group of us models and security were invited to dine and sunbathe on the Blithedale local chairman.  As we were walking the deck to lunch inside, Brent ran up and grabbed me around the waist, to throw both of us into the pool.  I’m a good sport and laughed after catching my breath.  I was flustered and flushed that Brent had been so close to me – with his shirt off no less!

The Blithedale Chairman asked Brent if I was as much a paper weight as I looked.

I was hurt – my emotional high did not even get to last a full moment, let alone minute; I had never heard the term ‘paperweight’ before.

Brent chuckled.  “He’s as light as he looks.”    Brent picked me up again, this time cradled in his arms (swoon!) and – saying “Fun to throw around!” – he again threw me in the water.

After Bharat, I took an ocean-liner back to Biell, in The Valley.

NEON/ECN – Lost Children outline

After the Seven Year War, when the Terrain System first came in contact with another sentient life form, was the Great Devastation, when Terrains were forced into solation – behind the Devastation Wall – there was widespread inter-planetary post-apocalyptic chaos: The Central Government Council is impotent by the cost of a failed expansionist war; science crimes have sky-rocketed; and inflation runs unchecked.  To investigate and stop those that would exploit the cracks in society is counter-terrorist and anti-crime wetworks ECN: Emergency Chevalier Network.

Chevaliers are genetically grown soldiers that are hybrids of carbonite, plants, and human DNA.  The chevaliers Misty Bleu and Felix, among other agents, are assigned with investigating and dismantle a blackmarket Aeolya synthesis network.  As the chevaliers dig deeper into the network of illegal science their own Twentieth Century and Aeolya origins become apparent to them.  Taking point in the investigation Misty and Felix journey to the Outer Planets, where they discover the source of the Aeolya synthesis is a Sacred Garden of The Pantheon around the orbit of Saturn.  The ECN’s discovery of a new Sacred Garden triggers the implosion of The Devastation Wall, which slowly compresses the energy of the Terrain System.  This brings about an explosion that births the evolution of the next universe.

Dorian After the Blithedale Scandal

Dorian After the Blithedale Scandal 1I turned my time with Blithedale into the novel Vagabond’s Ways, which was met by critical acclaim.  The novel presented readers with the outre challenge of piecing together the history of an unconventional polygamous experience, far removed from social and political expectations.  Despite detailing experiences outside of readers’ experiences Vagabond’s Ways’ popularity caught Tilael Publishing unprepared.  My success overshadowed Ian Jimenez’s painting career that to had sputtered due to political controversy.  Eventually the stress of divergent career trajectories led to their break-up, which I responded to by throwing himself into work at Ego’s Own.  At the time, I thought we were different but we weren’t.  Ian smiled to confuse, and I talked; he was egocentric, and I thought myself unique.

After the Blithedale Scandal, friendship and old-fashioned dating were off the table.  Alone, I would smoke salvia walking through Caentibiry and wondered if my ex-boyfriends wondered about me the same ways I’ve about them?  I was sure they hadn’t because when I dreamt of ex-boyfriends, I gave them the relationship that wasn’t possible with me.  I omnisciently observe their typical day: wake up, go to work (recording or art studio), then happily home to husbands.  They were good boyfriends, just not good for me; they were someone else’s happy relationship.

When I haven’t been in a romantic relationship, the friendships I had with unattainable men quickly fizzle.  He did not need to be the most attractive, but needed to be surrounded by the most.  I relied on presenting myself as the ice cold, eye-rolling, label-less one.  The bonds that were attempted consistently had an expectation of friend with benefit situation.  I found those that took that route to be overbearing, as shallow as I pretended to be, or what I used for a mask was their true personality.  Do straight women need to flirt to begin male friendships?

For the next two years, I curated a collection of coffetable autobiographic fiction by Huxia artists, which detailed the Genesis Revolution’s effects on their ecology and culture. Continue reading “Dorian After the Blithedale Scandal”

ENTELECHY – 3 – Crepuscular of Limited Questions

Topher begins revolutionizing the world by acknowledging Artillects and computer-based life forms as equal.  By appealing to the maligned and forgotten Topher forms his power-base.  Next, Topher decrees that Magnolia Orchard, will be known as Star Garden, and seceded from NAU.  Topher requests from the World Nations Organization to have the Gardens acknowledged as a separate country.  The Malthusian Commission rallied other WNO blocs to deny Topher’s petition.  In retaliation, Topher raises the numerous Sacred Orchards around the world from their countries, creating tribal utopias with unlimited power, clean water, food, etc…  This begins a quickly escalating terrorist war between Rejenys and status quo.

The conflict began in earnest when a series of Malthusian coordinated terrorist attacks occur at Sacred Orchards across the world.  In Afruika, hysteria reaches pitch when Rejenys followers are lead into a mass execution in Mount Eros; among them is Melissa Cobalt, who prays to Topher but Nico arrives, taking the survivors away.

Next, in Vargaria, while on a romantic hunting trip with Ninive, Wyte is killed by Malthusian Coalition soldiers.  After Wyte’s funeral, Topher sends apostles out to purchase items for a Pantheon dinner.  With his friend murdered, Topher believes that peaceful existence with the current WNO cannot be.  Using the Sacred Orchards as hubs, Topher enflames the Burning Ember, whose Tear re-emits an electric-magnetic pulse that leaves 79% of the population in suspended animation.  When the remaining 21% of the population awaken their memories and identities are reset.  The Pantheon takes residence within The Ember, abandoning the amnesiacs to build a new society unburdened by preconceived ideals.

Dorian’s Want for Birthday Parties

The power went out on my block last night, delaying yesterday’s Vagabond Ways themed post.


Growing up I wanted a surprise birthday party a home filled with joy and people that wanted to be there – like what I saw in my mom and dad’s old blu-rays.  That dream never come true, even in grade-school when it was mandatory to report to a classmate’s birthday.  What I feared was not getting older, but that no one would come to a birthday for me.  My parents’ constant migration following the Huxia Rejenys flotillas, based upon access to knowledge and culture that would help them in their accumulations, kept my social circle small and intimate to just myself and my books.

While in Huxia, my parents celebrated my sixteenth milestone two months late because they couldn’t be bothered to take time off from research and worship.  I stopped sending invitations and chose to ignore celebration, taking enjoyment only from cards – and then settle for Facebook birthday posts.  My birthday became where I learned to exist within the cracks, becoming the excuse for wanting to avoid any fuss that would draw attention.

Eventually, at 16 I left the flotillas and headed to the family estate in Pentapolis of the Valley, working my way across Bharat as an artist’s model; I never considered myself the prettiest, but I smiled deceptively locking myself in another mind.  After Bharat, I took an ocean-liner back to Biell, in The Valley.  Having graduated high school early I treated what would’ve been senior year as a skip year.  During this time, I hung with the freaks and the wild ones, drank and got into drugs.  I lived hard in every moment. I joined Blithedale, and met Michel Caillois, who I wanted to teach me how everything worked.

At Aerynd University I avoided most social circles, believing they’d peak beneath my mask and judge me inappropriate – or worse, inadequate.  Around friends, I remained shy as if they were strangers because facades kept everyone at an arm’s length.  It was simpler to cover my self-consciousness and inferiority beneath masks, that were fashioned for inclusion by adopting specific friend-interests, and sub-cultures, and abandoning my own.