I don’t know if a verbal examination like this is suitable of a scientific conspiracy, though. Keep the mysticism and ritual, but give the initiates the chance to return their answers in writing, to make it more fair and reduce the stress factor.
Stepping inside the Great Library, Brennan breathed in surprise as he let his gaze wander around the hall. All these books! Shelves after shelves of writing—and when he saw the names on them, he could feel his heart skip a beat. Darwin, Tooby & Cosmides, Kahneman & Tversky… this was the sacred hall of the true grand masters, the depository of all their wisdom!
Hearing a sound, Brennan lowered his gaze, noticing the robed figure that had appeared in front of him. Remembering his manners, he bowed deep. “Respected master, I am novice Brennan of the Bayesian Conspiracy, here to scour the depths of my mind for answers to the questions you pose. I am at your service.”
“Oook.”
Following the robed figure, Brennan was led to a table and a chair. He sat down, and patiently waited as he was brought the Implements of Testing: the Pencil of Masters, the Notebook of Understanding, and the Eraser of Mistakes Undone. Finally, he was brought The Envelope, marked with the seal of the Conspiracy, personally sealed by the Council of Twelve.
And so it begins… he thought as he drew one more breath, then broke the seal and pulled out the contents to see what challenges he would be met with this time.
Nice picture.
I don’t know if a verbal examination like this is suitable of a scientific conspiracy, though. Keep the mysticism and ritual, but give the initiates the chance to return their answers in writing, to make it more fair and reduce the stress factor.
Stepping inside the Great Library, Brennan breathed in surprise as he let his gaze wander around the hall. All these books! Shelves after shelves of writing—and when he saw the names on them, he could feel his heart skip a beat. Darwin, Tooby & Cosmides, Kahneman & Tversky… this was the sacred hall of the true grand masters, the depository of all their wisdom!
Hearing a sound, Brennan lowered his gaze, noticing the robed figure that had appeared in front of him. Remembering his manners, he bowed deep. “Respected master, I am novice Brennan of the Bayesian Conspiracy, here to scour the depths of my mind for answers to the questions you pose. I am at your service.”
“Oook.”
Following the robed figure, Brennan was led to a table and a chair. He sat down, and patiently waited as he was brought the Implements of Testing: the Pencil of Masters, the Notebook of Understanding, and the Eraser of Mistakes Undone. Finally, he was brought The Envelope, marked with the seal of the Conspiracy, personally sealed by the Council of Twelve.
And so it begins… he thought as he drew one more breath, then broke the seal and pulled out the contents to see what challenges he would be met with this time.
I really like “The Eraser of Mistakes Undone” for some reason.
We should name all our mundane magic this way. “The Car of Traveling” “The Airplane of Flying Metal” “The Laptop of Encapsulated Thought”
It’s very Napoleon of Notting Hill, isn’t it?
Upvoted for the presence of the Librarian.