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the doorway. As I got to the corridor that brain went "Barroommm;;; and the floor bucked up and down and the walls twisted and the roof cracked open like an earthquake had hit the place! Some people outside thought i had been blown out the front door, but it was just me running out of there as fast as I could go! "Well, I was examined at a hospital cause I had got a dose of rays when that brain exploded, but they said I was okay and expect for a few dizzy spells soon after, I was. The brain, though, wasn't much good after that, and since I was just a visitor, and Jummy had taken a fast powser, I couldn't be held responsible for the explosion." "That," Moe concluded, "shows that these electric brains can't be lied to. They've got to have facts. And they come up with answers accordingly-- or something happens." Moe settled back and glanced at his blue-serged companion who stared back almost unbelievingly. Blue-serge nodded reflectively and asked: "Then what does that prove?" "It proves," Moe pointed out, "that these electric brains have to be given facts of their answers are biased by illogical reasoning. Just like I said before, it's the false premises that you got to watch out for." His burning eyes and obvious earnestness impressed the blue-serged gentleman. "Agreed," he told Moe, "but what conclusion can you draw from that incident with the brain?" Moe whirled and transfixed the other with an angry glance. "Conclusion!" he shouted. "The conclusion is this: Nothing --- absolutely nothing -- can be predicted accurately! Everything is at odds with everything else; every so-called basis for observation is a variable! THERE IS NO TRUTH!!" Moe sat back and glared defiantly at his puzzled companion. Blue-serge opened his mouth to protest, then closed it and knit his eyebrows. Moe grinned tightly and leaned forward, prepared to launch his clincher arguement. "Look at that robin over there," Moe pointed at the bird chirping and fluttering about the flower-bed. Blue-serge followed Moe's finger, then nodded and looked perplexed. "That bird chirps," Moe exclaimed. "It can fly. Therefor, if I chirp, I can fly!" Moe sprang to his feet and leaned over the astounded gentleman. "But that-- that's faulty reasoning!" Blue-serge cried. "Exactly," Moe cut in. "But a bird CAN chirp! And a bird CAN fly! These are undisputable facts, are they not?" He straightened and grinned at the confused man. Blue-serge nodded slowly: "Yes, but--" "There you are!" Moe said exultantly. "It IS true, BUT--! Right there you contradict yourself! It's true, yet it isn't true! VARIABLE TRUTHS!!" Moe grinned wider as Blue-serge wiped his glistening forehead and muttered to himself, eyes glassy. Again Moe leaned forward. "You find it insoluble, my friend? To me, it is simplicity itself." He spread his arms and gazed fondly at his dazed companion. Blue-serge looked at him dully. "See?" Moe cried. "The bird chirps, and flies. Therefor," He made twittering sounds like the robin and danced happily around on his toes, waving his arms steadily. "Therefor, I chirp, and I FLY!" With that, he rose into the air, arms flapping regularly, and giving a final triumphant chirp disappeared over the tree tops.
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the doorway. As I got to the corridor that brain went "Barroommm;;; and the floor bucked up and down and the walls twisted and the roof cracked open like an earthquake had hit the place! Some people outside thought i had been blown out the front door, but it was just me running out of there as fast as I could go! "Well, I was examined at a hospital cause I had got a dose of rays when that brain exploded, but they said I was okay and expect for a few dizzy spells soon after, I was. The brain, though, wasn't much good after that, and since I was just a visitor, and Jummy had taken a fast powser, I couldn't be held responsible for the explosion." "That," Moe concluded, "shows that these electric brains can't be lied to. They've got to have facts. And they come up with answers accordingly-- or something happens." Moe settled back and glanced at his blue-serged companion who stared back almost unbelievingly. Blue-serge nodded reflectively and asked: "Then what does that prove?" "It proves," Moe pointed out, "that these electric brains have to be given facts of their answers are biased by illogical reasoning. Just like I said before, it's the false premises that you got to watch out for." His burning eyes and obvious earnestness impressed the blue-serged gentleman. "Agreed," he told Moe, "but what conclusion can you draw from that incident with the brain?" Moe whirled and transfixed the other with an angry glance. "Conclusion!" he shouted. "The conclusion is this: Nothing --- absolutely nothing -- can be predicted accurately! Everything is at odds with everything else; every so-called basis for observation is a variable! THERE IS NO TRUTH!!" Moe sat back and glared defiantly at his puzzled companion. Blue-serge opened his mouth to protest, then closed it and knit his eyebrows. Moe grinned tightly and leaned forward, prepared to launch his clincher arguement. "Look at that robin over there," Moe pointed at the bird chirping and fluttering about the flower-bed. Blue-serge followed Moe's finger, then nodded and looked perplexed. "That bird chirps," Moe exclaimed. "It can fly. Therefor, if I chirp, I can fly!" Moe sprang to his feet and leaned over the astounded gentleman. "But that-- that's faulty reasoning!" Blue-serge cried. "Exactly," Moe cut in. "But a bird CAN chirp! And a bird CAN fly! These are undisputable facts, are they not?" He straightened and grinned at the confused man. Blue-serge nodded slowly: "Yes, but--" "There you are!" Moe said exultantly. "It IS true, BUT--! Right there you contradict yourself! It's true, yet it isn't true! VARIABLE TRUTHS!!" Moe grinned wider as Blue-serge wiped his glistening forehead and muttered to himself, eyes glassy. Again Moe leaned forward. "You find it insoluble, my friend? To me, it is simplicity itself." He spread his arms and gazed fondly at his dazed companion. Blue-serge looked at him dully. "See?" Moe cried. "The bird chirps, and flies. Therefor," He made twittering sounds like the robin and danced happily around on his toes, waving his arms steadily. "Therefor, I chirp, and I FLY!" With that, he rose into the air, arms flapping regularly, and giving a final triumphant chirp disappeared over the tree tops.
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