Changeling: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“I can’t stand that man.” Autumn Brewnell repeated herself for what had to be the fourth time. She sat in bed with her back propped up against the wall, talking to one of her best friends before night fell, which was the only free time she had to herself anymore. She wasn’t sure what was worse, attending school or teaching Kip, but in both cases she simply could not escape the ‘reasoning’ of homo sapiens. She had thought she would finally be free of having to listen to them prate after she declared war. Instead her mother had made sure to make her listen to their moralistic droning twice as often as before. She hadn’t revealed that many secrets. Her mother could have punished her some other way. This was too awful.
“Did you explain to him that we have no intention of killing anyone? That we’re simply going to offer them a choice of being surrogate parents to our fertilized eggs or going childless until they die of old age?” Norn Lyles asked patiently.
“What difference does it make? They’ll still be dead in the end.” Autumn complained.
“Monkeys seem to care about these things.” Norn shrugged helplessly.
“Why? In the great scheme of things, what difference does it make if homo sapiens die violently or peacefully? Homo sapiens have been fighting wars with each other, killing each other, since time began. Now suddenly we can’t kill them, even though we‘re strictly superior beings? That’s ridiculous! Even if we were smashing their skulls in with spiked fists we’d still be in the right. At least we aren’t raping them all, like they plan to do to us. Serial rape for life! And he has time to feel mercy for them?” Autumn punched her stuffed rabbit doll she had had since she was two.
“Why do you let him get to you? It’s just the chirping of a parrot.” Norn soothed her best friend.
“That’s just the thing. He’s not! He’s supposed to be human! I couldn’t even outrun him, Norn. I ran with all I had until my heart was about to burst, because my pride couldn’t take the fact that he was keeping up, but I just couldn’t lose him. Does that sound like a homo sapien to you? And he says all these obnoxiously clever things. He tells me what to do like he always knows what’s best. He’s not just a parrot! But he still doesn’t get why he’s wrong. Why? What does he not see? Why isn’t everything obvious to him, if he is a human? Not just human, he’s our level, Norn.” Autumn said.
“Impossible. There are only nineteen of us on Earth.” Norn rejected.
“Oh, I don’t mean he’s a psychic or anything. But the body, the brain, the health and looks -- have you seen him?” Autumn asked.
“Sure, I saw him the first day, when I was covering for you. He didn’t look anything special. Just another mud.” Norn said.
“I thought that too, but he’s not. Oh, sure, from far off, all you can see is the brown skin and you assume the worst, but there are plenty of humans with brown skin too. He’s got the symmetry, he’s blemishless -- and this is at age sixteen -- his teeth are perfectly straight -- he’s human, Norn. How can you explain such a perfect specimen otherwise? It took our ancestors hundreds of years to get rid of all our faults, to build up our athleticism, to build up our intelligence, our health, our looks, and everything. We only reached pyschic class this generation, even though there were hints of the ability earlier. And yet this boy, this Kip, is born from completely average parents and he leapfrogs, leapfrogs, up the evolutionary ladder to be better than most humans, whose ancestors had to work, oppressed and persecuted, for centuries to deliver these abilities to their children? It’s outrageous. And instead of being grateful for this miracle, he takes their side. He told me to just surrender to lifelong rape, Norn.” Autumn said.
“No.” Norn’s eyes widened disbelievingly.
“I swear he did.” Autumn repeated.
“Shouldn’t you have killed him right there? I mean, weren’t the terms of his probation that he would be executed if he rejected us?” Norn complained.
“I thought about it, but it seemed too cowardly. We were having an argument after all. What if he thought I killed him because I simply couldn’t win the argument? What if he died smirking at me like he thought he’d won and I was just at a loss for words. I couldn’t stand the idea, so I just kept talking.” Autumn explained.
“I guess you’re right. You did the right thing, sparing him. I can’t stand the idea of him thinking he was actually right even after he’s met us and seen how superior we are to the outside world. We need to break his spirit, not his body. Isn’t that your job, Autumn? To break him, to make him admit we’re better, and everything we believe is the truth behind this world? Actually, it sounds kind of fun, having someone to debate with. I mean, everyone here already knows we‘re right, so we don‘t have half as much to talk about, don‘t you think?” Norn asked.
“Do you want him? You can have him, Norn.” Autumn offered with a pleading expression.
Norn held up her hands and waved them in front of her chest. “And take on your mother, who assigned you the job? No thank you.”
“I thought as much.” Autumn sighed.
“I’ll try and talk to him though.” Norn offered. “After your lessons. Maybe he just needs a change of pace, someone else to talk to, and he’ll be more reasonable.”
“That would be a great help. Maybe he just won’t listen to me out of spite. I may have offended him a little. . .” Autumn looked away with a slight blush of embarrassment at falling short of her role as a tutor. “But he called me just as many names and worse.”
“What do you expect from monkeys? They were never taught manners. It’s not even illegal in their culture to slander each other.” Norn said.
“You don’t think he’ll try to rape you if you enter his room after dinner?” Autumn asked, her face shocked at the oversight they had almost made. “I’m safe, but your ability is useless in combat. . .”
“I don’t think he’s that bad.” Norn laughed.
“You just don’t know yet! He could. He really could!” Autumn would believe anything of Kip.
“In that case, I’ll bring Toland with me. Would that put you at ease?” Norn smiled patronizingly. Norn, like all the other psychics except Autumn, was already engaged to another psychic. Toland and Norn had been engaged since their abilities emerged, psychic paired with psychic, in the hopes of keeping whatever unique genes had given them their newfound powers. It was the hope of their people that psychic powers would spread from a rarity to the norm. It was up to Norn to give birth to a new race of mankind. It should have been up to Autumn too, but the numbers simply didn’t match up. There was one more female psychic than male psychic, so Autumn had to wait, presumably for a new male psychic child to be found, so that she could marry him as soon as possible. Even if she was ten years older than the man, if it meant two psychics could be paired off, it was worth sacrificing her happiness over. Marriage was a tool to advance the species. It was not a recreation, it was the most serious business on Earth. She had known that and been prepared for the worst since she was a child. More than a happy family life, she had wanted the victory of mankind over the muds. Psychics were their secret weapon. If she could build more of those weapons in her womb, she would sacrifice anything. She just wished a boy with an ability would emerge already. She was already sixteen. In two years all of her friends would be married and bearing children, but she wasn’t even engaged yet. It was a worry that dogged her every night, no matter how often she tried to set it aside and forget about it.
“Yes, if Toland’s there, it would be fine.” Autumn brought her mind back to the business at hand. Toland could generate electricity, which made him a walking artillery platform. Kip wouldn’t last a split second against Toland.
“Enough about our resident monkey, though.” Norn said. “What about the world aboveground? Has your mother told you anything about her plans?” Colette Brewnell was the leader of their cell. She didn’t have any psychic powers, but then again, no one her age did. Only the new generation, at most twenty years old, were ability users. And authority was determined by perceived wisdom and experience, not raw power. It would be a long time before psychics would not just be taking orders from above on how to use their talents.
“Nothing.” Autumn sighed. “We’re safe, as far as we know. Once the order went out for everyone to withdraw from homo sapien society for fear of a mass roundup and escape into our hideouts, there hasn’t been any fighting at all. I suppose they’re searching for us now, though on what legal grounds I can’t even guess. I’m the only criminal after all.”
“Conspiracy, treason, etc. Political crimes can include anyone for any reason.” Norn brushed her objection aside.
“We have years of supplies stocked up, just like the plan, but I don’t see why Mother prefers waiting. Just because we can lay low doesn’t mean we should. Eventually we have to defeat the homo sapien army and install our laws in the world. Even if Mother thinks we aren’t strong enough, we have to fight sooner or later, so we should just take that risk and see what happens.” Autumn said.
“Maybe she’s waiting for something.” Norn suggested.
“What? What could change the strategic balance?” Autumn asked.
“I don’t know. I’m more out of the loop than you, you know.” Norn rolled her eyes.
“Sorry.” Autumn apologized for asking the impossible. “If I were fighting, I could stop teaching Kip every day. I could just be running around killing people and never have to hear another one of their awful speeches.”
“I guess the world isn’t always arranged for our convenience.” Norn teased.
“Fine. So I’ve been complaining all night. It’s all Kip’s fault. Tomorrow morning I’ll show him. I’ll blast all his arguments into the ground.” Autumn said, her lips twisting upwards in an expectant smile.

* * *

Colette Brewnell sat at a large round table with various specialists and advisors. They all had tablet computers out with various informative data to help inform their decisions. It was their job to come up with a war strategy, now that war had been forced upon them. The odds of victory did not seem very high, but with careful planning, those odds could be made better, even if by a little. Since their only choice was to fight or die, it really didn't matter how low the odds were -- they would fight to the last man. At the very least, they would make the homo sapiens remember the price of their decision for the rest of time.
Colette double tapped one of the documents on her tablet, maximizing it to fill the screen. It was a list of their precious 19 psychics, the vanguard of their fighting forces. One of them was her daughter. From top to bottom, it read:

F -- Nordic -- Autumn Brewnell -- Telekinesis.
F -- Nordic -- Norn Lyles -- Illusion.
M -- Med -- Toland Ordun -- Electricity.
F -- East Asian -- Mia Takashi -- Pyrokinesis
F -- Nordic -- Katja Kiel -- Teleportation
F -- Nordic -- Valentine Winter -- Mind Control
M -- Med -- Phillip Bass -- Momentum
M -- Brown -- Ardut Singh -- Telepathy
M -- Brown -- Richard Mendez -- Mind-Machine interface.
M -- Jewish -- Benjamin Feinmann -- Psychic Spikes
M -- East Asian -- Hoh Er -- Sleep.
F -- East Asian -- Hitomi Machida -- Psionic Hands
M -- East Asian -- Ma Suh -- Geomancy
F -- Mixed East Asian/Jewish -- Azusa Riemann -- ESP
M -- Nordic -- Jurgen Jaeger -- Puppeteering
M -- Med -- Felix Jones -- Conjuring
F -- Mixed East Asian/Nordic -- Aisia Vereninkov -- Physics
F -- Mixed Brown/Med -- Georgia Wheeler -- Healing
F -- Med -- Ivy Brooke -- Copying

Somehow, a strategy had to be devised wherein these nineteen kids fought the overwhelming proportion of the coming war. The dissident community numbered perhaps five million. Their opponents, the homo sapiens, had five billion members. They were outnumbered 1,000 to 1. Fighting a conventional war would be ridiculous, no matter how much smarter and stronger her people were. The most they could do for their psychics was provide logistics support and hideouts where they could sleep in peace. But how could nineteen psychics defeat armed forces that could number 500 million strong? Nuclear weapons, tanks, planes, carriers, submarines, artillery, and mass infantry had been the weapons of choice for centuries. There hadn't been much innovation after the collective decision to embrace equality, either in weapons or domestic life. Actually, there had been -- psychics were certainly an innovation -- but that innovation was currently restricted to their own side. Everything else looked largely the same as it had centuries ago, except that all national borders had long since disappeared, there hadn't been any wars in forever, and the world government had kept a tight and disciplined hold on the world with an overwhelming military superiority and willingness to use it in the interests of their ideals.
"What are the odds the homo sapiens will discover our hideouts?" Colette asked the committee.
"With Norn's illusions covering them? As far as we know, zero." Viscotti answered.
"That's a plus." Colette tapped the table with her fingernails. "The plan is simple then, isn't it? We will teleport either mass destruction teams or assassination teams to either destroy military forces or command and control forces, then teleport them back to base once they're done. All fighting will be on our terms. The location of new targets will be determined by Azusa Riemann. Katja Kiel will ferry our members back and forth. Norn will wipe their identities and give them new ones when they return to base. Georgia will stand by at base to heal any wounded, with Katja as our emergency evacuator. Ivy and Felix will upkeep our supplies indefinitely. Mass Destruction Team will include: Toland, Mia, Phillip, Aisia, Ma, Hoh, Jurgen, and Richard. Assassination team will include: Autumn, Hitomi, Benjamin, Ardut and Valentine."
"May I suggest we give one assassination type to the MDT and one mass destruction type to the AT?" Wa asked crisply, typing names into her spreadsheet.
"That makes sense, they may need each other's ability for some reason. Very well, Toland will join AT and Valentine will join the MDT. Will that suffice?" Colette asked Wa.
"Yes, thank you." Wa clicked and dragged the appropriate names. "This puts a lot of pressure on Katja." Wa pointed out.
"We'll limit our attacks to her schedule. She can tell us to stop and let her rest at any time. The same for Azusa who's finding our targets in the first place." Colette decided.
"That seems reasonable." Wa agreed. Then the council stared at their tablets silently.
"Will it work? Pinprick raids from an unassailable location?" Viscotti finally asked.
"I suppose time will tell." Colette answered him firmly. In any event, they were committed. "Have Azusa gather some intelligence for us. We need to know the location of every major army facility, troop gathering, weapons manufacturing plant, and every government meeting place, official or unofficial, as well as their domestic residences."
"Dams, bridges, refineries?" Hal asked.
"Why would we want to destroy those? They'll all belong to us soon. Our war is with people, not things. I personally like things." Colette smiled. The table laughed politely with her.

* * *
"So if your policies have nothing to do with race, why isn't everyone mixed race yet?" Kip Miles asked Autumn over their traditional library table.
"Because race is correlated to what we do care about: intelligence, personality, behavior, and ideology. That doesn't mean we care about race, it means Nature cares about race, and there's nothing we can do about that." Autumn answered patiently, having regained her spirit from Norn's pep talk about breaking Kip's spirit.
"But race is just a social construct. It can't possibly correlate to anything real or important in life." Kip objected.
"How do you know that? Because you were told that in school?" Autumn sneered derisively. "For hundreds of years all scientific evidence, all scientific studies, have shown that intelligence correlates to race. Even the size of our brains correlates to race. You can simply look at a human skull and know which race it belongs to, if you have any professional knowledge. Average black IQ was 70, average brown IQ, which includes hispanics, Indians, arabs, and southeast Asians, was 85, average white IQ, which includes people of European descent, was 100, and average yellow IQ, which includes China and Japan, was 105."
"That must have really galled you, that Asians were smarter." Kip smirked.
"Not really. All of those averages are retarded compared to me." Autumn pleasantly returned his smile. "You see, we weren't interested in average people in the first place. But there are statistical laws that have implications here. The 68-95-99.7 rule, or three-sigma rule, or empirical rule, states that for a normal distribution, nearly all values lie within 3 standard deviations of the mean. About 68.27% of the values lie within 1 standard deviation of the mean. Similarly, about 95.45% of the values lie within 2 standard deviations of the mean. 99.73% of the values lie within 3 standard deviations of the mean. 15 IQ points, for a human, is a standard deviation. Our community at its founding had a minimum IQ of 120. It now has a minimum IQ of 140. You aren't allowed to breed if you don't have at least that high an IQ. We never discriminated on the basis of race, but because of racial differences in average intelligence, and the laws of statistics, the vast majority of human beings are descended from whites and yellows. It's simple math, so let me walk you through it: In the 21st century, when we began our program, the world was roughly 25% East Asian, 16% white, 21% South Asian, 8% Hispanic, 8% Middle Eastern, 9% Southeast Asian, and 15% black. For a black to qualify for our basic IQ cutoff, they would need to be over 3 standard deviations from the norm. IE, perhaps 1 in 10,000 blacks could have qualified. Of course, it gets worse for blacks, because such an outlier must face another statistical reality, regression to the mean. Even if he is intelligent, that intelligence is due to a unique combination of genes. Since he isn't cloning himself, but only randomly passing down half of his genes to his children, odds are, if his race is dumb, that the genes will regress back towards the average. His children will have an even lower than 1 in 10,000 chance of being 120 IQ. No black whatsoever was found with 140+ IQ. We can assume that any such intelligent black must have interbred with a non-black and become mixed race long ago. Therefore, you won't find any blacks in our community. And good riddance. This is just one of our filters. Blacks wouldn't have qualified due to their bad personalities, behavior, and looks even if they had been intelligent enough to stay." Autumn took a sip of orange juice before continuing.
"What about the 85 IQ group? That would take slightly over 2 standard deviations to initially qualify. At 46% of the population, we are then looking at maybe 3% of that 46% qualifying. For a world population of 7 billion, that's 97 million browns who could have made the first cut." Autumn was interrupted before she could go on.
"7 billion? But the world only has 5 billion people today!" Kip objected.
"Back then the world was smarter, more competent, and could rely on fossil fuels instead of renewable energy. It was easy to support a larger world population. Now concentrate." Autumn brushed his objection aside.
"For whites, they only needed to be slightly above one standard deviation from the mean. This means we were accepting 30% of 16% of the world's population of 7 billion, so 48 million people qualified." Autumn said.
"There! Look! Nearly twice as many browns qualify, even with this crazy intelligence scheme, than whites. So everyone should be brown, just like the outside world." Kip leaned back triumphantly.
"As I was saying." Autumn drawled out patiently. "East Asians, with 105 IQ, only needed to be one standard deviation above the norm, which meant 32% of 25% of world population of 7 billion, or 80 million qualifiers. To further complicate matters, the lightest skinned arabs, hispanics, and Indians were still basically pure white at the time, and they also tended to be the high IQ portions of their populations. If, say, half of the smart fraction of browns were basically light-skinned whites, the numbers move yet again: 80 million light skinned East Asians, 48 million light skinned whites, 48.5 million light skinned browns, and 48.5 million dark skinned browns. Of course, this isn't accurate either, because Southeast Asians don't have any white admixture like hispanics and Indians had. In any event, this gave us an overwhelming weighted average towards light, though not white, skin, of 176.5 million qualifying candidates compared to 48.5 million. Or, a light to dark ratio of 364%."
"That still doesn't explain your hair and eye color. Plus, you're alabaster, not just creamy or whatever." Kip pointed out.
"Ah, yes, but intelligence was just the first filter. Our ancestors were encouraged to filter on the basis of physical ability, health, and looks as well. Who do you think came out on top of that competition?" Autumn asked.
"Beauty is subjective." Kip said authoritatively.
"Just like race is a social construct? Just like skull shapes are social constructs? Stop kidding yourself. You're attracted to me for the same reason everyone is -- whites are the most beautiful race of all time, and our distinct hair and eye colors are part of our uniquely superior beauty. Oh, and by the way, blonde, blue-eyed, nordic whites formed a significantly larger segment of the smart fraction than our brown haired, brown eyed med cousins further south, so again there were many more of us than you'd expect." Autumn explained casually.
"See? It all comes back down to race." Kip complained.
"No, it came back down to looks. If your race magically had the same looks as us, no one was going to do a genetic mapping and reject you on the basis of the DNA results. We never once cared about anyone's genotype. It's the phenotype that counts, and we can't help that we have the best looking people on Earth. By the way, looks wasn't the only factor either. Do you have any idea how slanted the results in the Olympics were, before they were banned?" Autumn asked.
"I don't know, but I suppose blacks won all the medals. After all, Jesse Owens proved to Hitler that blacks were superior." Kip Miles got back on solid ground.
"The 1936 Olympics?" Autumn laughed happily. "Let me tell you the results of the 1936 Olympics. Germany won 89 medals that year. The United States, with their 'great black hopes,' only won 56 medals. This even though the United States vastly out populated Germany. The 1936 Olympics was a perfect showing of white athletic supremacy. Everything you were taught in school was a lie."
"So what, Jesse Owens didn't win the long jump competition?" Kip challenged.
"No, he did, and good for him. But who cares? That's just comparing one tiny anecdote to the statistical reality of absolute European dominance. Every Olympics came up with the same answers. Blacks were okay at running based events, and things similar to running like speed skating, but they were absolutely hopeless in all other fields, or anything requiring intelligence or skill. Meanwhile, East Asians were competent at sophisticated sports that require good reflexes or self-control, but hopeless when it came to raw contests of strength. Browns of all types were bad at everything. They couldn't win any medals in anything. Whites generally won 70% of all Olympic medals. Of those whites, a disproportionate amount had blonde hair and blue eyes. So if we wanted to select on the basis of athleticism, which we did, who were we going to choose?" Autumn asked Kip.
"But that isn't due to actual ability. It was a white system that was just designed to favor whites." Kip complained.
"Setting aside how on Earth objective competitions can be set up to favor anyone, the very fact that whites had the power to set up the system proves their superiority. Why were the Olympics the Olympics? Why did the world play the sports that whites had invented and perfected, and not some other, non-white sport? Because everyone admitted our sports were the best and our competition the most legitimate and prestigious. Non-whites could have boycotted our Olympics and set up their own system, if they were so afraid of bias. But instead they participated, thus endorsing what the fair, objective results would be, and we simply won every time. A white system? The whole world is a white system, because whites invented the modern world and everything in it. Of course we'll be competing in a 'white system.' But that doesn't change the fundamental question. If whites weren't superior, how were they able to force everyone into a 'white system' in the first place?" Autumn asked Kip.
"Racism. Oppression. Violence." Kip suggested.
"And why were whites able to defeat all other parties militarily?" Autumn asked sweetly. "Do I need to go into detail about all white vs. non-white wars, and the relative success rates of these conflicts?"
"Being good at violence doesn't make you superior." Kip complained.
"Of course it does. It is the most essential trait in life. If you can't win a war, then you can't have anything else either, because it will simply be taken from you by someone who can. I would say the best trait of all is power. Everything else is subordinate. All life is a struggle for existence, a war of all against all. That's just how evolution works. Only in your sheltered fairy land of equality could it be any other way. And now the wars have begun again, a war that won't be decided by any other virtue, but only power. The future of the Earth will be decided but who has more power, us or them. Don't you think a racial trait that makes you more powerful is very useful and very relevant to any equation, therefore?" Autumn asked.
"Well even if it's true, it shouldn't be." Kip grumbled. "Conflicts should be resolved through reason not force."
"Tell that to the marriage lottery law." Autumn sneered. "We didn't start this war."
"I know." Kip admitted grudgingly. "But you don't have to like it."
"Fascinating. So to you, the ideal human should be depressed at all times about his own essential nature?" Autumn asked.
"Well, yeah." Kip said.
"I'll keep that in mind." Autumn shook her head at the hopeless boy across the table. "Meanwhile, let me continue my lesson. Once you select for looks, athleticism, and intelligence, browns start falling off the map, and you're around even between whites and East Asians. But it doesn't stop there. Next we had to select for personality. Guess who's more likely to conform to the consensus, and who's more rebellious and free spirited?"
"Let me guess, whites." Kip sighed.
"Bingo. East Asians basically do anything they're told. Therefore, fewer of them were interested in defying the world government and creating a separate, dissident shadow government and community than there were willing whites. Browns had even worse personality traits. They were too impulsive to stick to basic moral laws we set down for our community. Whites were bad at this too, compared to Asians, but browns were the worst." Autumn explained.
"Basic moral laws? For people on welfare plotting genocide?" Kip looked up at Autumn's cornflower eyes in surprise.
"Everyone has a morality, Kip. Trust me when I tell you I find your morality just as disgusting as you pretend to find mine." Autumn's face became cold and closed. "In our moral code, abortion is wrong, period. So is divorce, adultery, pre-marital sex, drinking, smoking, drugs, homosexuality, slander, lying, staying single, obesity, slovenliness, ignorance, irrationality, and cowardice. So you see, we actually have standards here. If you can't meet our standards, you're gone, no matter how smart, good looking, or athletic you are. Obviously, any sort of criminality also meant you were out the door. Browns couldn't control their impulses. They were almost as bad as blacks. Therefore they weeded themselves out over time. A few generations and they all had made a mistake at some point. We aren't interested in failures who make mistakes. We were breeding a new species, we were flawless individuals and we only wanted to mate with other flawless individuals. Browns simply couldn't abide by our simple rules. They were corrupt, cowardly, criminal, lying, promiscuous drunkards. You would think intelligence would have filtered all these behavioral traits away, but even with matching intellect, it turns out browns are three times as basically immoral as whites. Perhaps it was their culture. Or perhaps it was hormones. Who knows. In any event, brown dissidents, which by intelligence only were only 1/4 of the possible population, was cut down to 1/10 when you took into account looks, health, and athleticism, and 1/30 when you took into account personality and behavior. Then there was one further filter. Ideology. Our basic intellectual roots stem from the Greeks -- Plato and Aristotle. They were later adapted by people like Darwin, Nietzsche, Galton, and Hitler into more modern, scientific forms. The number of whites willing to follow this European tradition of thought was disproportionate compared to the number of qualifying browns and yellows, who considered this entire movement anti-them and not-them. Even though we had an open invitation, barely any Jews joined our fold, because they could see how clearly connected we were to Nazi Germany, who had for its own reasons tried to kill off the Jews. As a result, out of the 5 million dissidents worldwide, 50% are white, 20% are East Asian, 20% are mixed race, and 10% are brown. Even if we wanted to perfectly mix everyone up, there would still be whites left over, simply because they would have no one to pair up with. But we don't want to mix everything up. Because the beauty of the white aryan woman should never perish from the Earth. For that matter, East Asians with their silky hair, slim figures and slanted eyes are also too precious to destroy. And even dusky types must have some advantages. What's the point in destroying them all for a mindless love of homogeneity? We share our ideals and our hopes. Why look the same too? It's just a waste of hundreds of thousands of years of evolution for no gain."
"You're the intellectual heirs of Hitler? The most evil man to ever live?" Kip sputtered, seizing on her most inexcusable statement. "Why are you just admitting this? Don't you feel any shame, any decency?"
"Hitler, and Nazi Germany, was the first country to organize itself along scientific lines. It put evolution and eugenics front and center in all conversations. It proudly embraced its greco-roman cultural legacy, while rejecting Asiatic religious nonsense imported by the Jews. How could we ever turn our back on Hitler? That would turn our back on everything we care about." Autumn Brewnell said.
"That just proves everything you care about is evil. If you care about the same things as Hitler, you're caring about the wrong things!" Kip tried to rescue this poor brainwashed girl.
"Hitler designed the volkswagon beetle, one of the best cars ever built. Is caring about the beetle evil?" Autumn asked.
"Well. . .no." Kip admitted.
"Hitler designed the autobahn. Is wanting large, fast roads evil?" Autumn asked.
"No." Kip admitted.
"Hitler passed laws against animal cruelty. Is banning animal cruelty evil?" Autumn asked.
"No. We still do that today." Kip defended.
"Hitler created national parks. Are national parks evil?" Autumn asked.
"Everyone enjoys the national park system." Kip admitted.
"So there's basically zero correlation between agreeing with Hitler about something and being wrong about something?" Autumn raised an eyebrow.
"You were cherry picking." Kip complained.
"So? You said agreeing with Hitler was evil, a priori. Care to say that again?" Autumn asked sweetly.
"Forget about that. Agreeing with Hitler about race is evil." Kip said.
"But when did we ever agree with Hitler about race? We only agreed with him about science, eugenics, Plato, Aristotle, and atheism. I don't agree with him about race. None of us do." Autumn answered cheerfully.
"Then why mention him as an inspiration!" Kip complained.
"Because if we don't, you will anyway, and then we'll be stuck looking like cowardly liars if we deny it. Either we justify Hitler or you keep throwing him in our faces forever, and thus keep our entire movement unjustified forever. We learned the answer long ago. There was no path to the future without embracing our past. I'm a proud Hitlerian neo-nazi. If that's what you want to call us, that's fine. I'm also a Platonic neo-platonist, but no one wants to call me that. No matter what label you call us, it doesn't change anything. We are who we are, what you see around you today. Your labels can't change any of that. If everything good is labeled Nazi, that just means Nazis are everything good about this world. In the end you still have to judge things by what you see in front of your own eyes, not what labels you are told to slap on to subjects. Are we good, or are we evil? This is the question you have to ask yourself. Wasting time quibbling over whether we're Nazis or not -- here, let me solve the problem for you -- yes, we're a bunch of Nazis. So, that question is out of the way. The only question you need to answer, then, is whether we're good or evil. This is what Kip needs to ask himself. Not what socially constructed thought crime label we fall under. Just simply this, are we good or are we evil? Is the society we have built for ourselves good or evil? Are the people in it superior or inferior to the people outside of it? Are we happier or less happy than the rest of you? Do we have a brighter or dimmer future than the rest of you? Look around you, Kip. Are we not beautiful, proud, strong, honest, bright, courageous lions? Isn't this what humans should look like? So what if we're Nazis too? What does anything matter except results?" Autumn challenged Kip.
"Look around me? What can I see except you and my room?" Kip grumbled.
"And yet you called me beautiful." Autumn said.
"You are." Kip sighed. "Why do you think I'm here? Why do you think I'm listening? Just give me time. This is all new to me."
"I don't want to give you time. You're intelligent. You should have figured this out on the first day. What are you wasting my time for?" Autumn complained.
"I was raised to hate you." Kip said.
"And? Are you just going to let those imbeciles control your own beliefs? What do you want to believe, Kip?" Autumn leaned forward to stare him in the face.
"I want to. . . Never mind." Kip stood up angrily. It's not like she'd accept any confession of love anyway, or believe him if he said it. Yesterday she had said she detested him, and now she pretended like it hadn't even happened. Kip couldn't stand this girl, or all of her unsettling questions. He wanted to leave. Only they'd kill him if he did, as an obvious security threat. He was trapped. Trapped by her looks, her logic, and her threats. He hated them all.
"Then that's lesson enough. Go read a book or something. Learn something!" Autumn glared at the hopeless halfwit. She picked up her reference materials and left the library. Even then Kip couldn't help but watch her hips sway and her hair swish back and forth across her back. She was perfect. And she wanted nothing to do with him. And the moment he did 'learn,' she would leave him forever.