Wednesday Psalm - Electoral Process of Sti’Sto

The following revelations presented themselves under the influence of Nai’Nai...

Electoral Process of Sti’Sto

The following revelations presented themselves under the influence of Nai’Nai, a substance that combines various lunar dusts, liquified dark matter, and low doses of bestiary blood—and produces an effect some have equated to time travel.

I. Binary Export

Prior to the last Lava Age, the city-state of Sti’Sto comprised one percent of B’s population and wielded a cultural, linguistic, and mineral monopoly over the other ninety-nine percent.

Sti’Stoans were afflicted with a genetic defect that limited their sensory intake to, in essence, A or B. This, it turned out, was an evolutionary advantage that killed off their rivals—mired, as these rivals were, in multi-dimensional philosophical meditations on the benefits of traversing various realities and timelines via the wormholes they had discovered under the influence of Nai’Nai.

II. Sti’Sto & Democracy  

Sti’Sto had a two-party system, and it appears this system, indeed this “democracy,” was also B’s first foray into performance art. It’s hard to say (even with the benefit of Nai’Nai) if this performance was done tongue-in-cheek:

If not, can this democracy be considered either “performance” or “art”?

Conversely, if this was performance art, can this be considered democracy?

In other words: It is possible that Sti’Stoans were in on the joke, having decided from their A or B confines that it was better to perform the joke than be the joke.

Either way, Sti’Stoan democracy was confined to an annual Season of Insults and it went like this:

Each party’s candidate was selected for their linguistic venom. Once per day, until election day, the candidates stood across from one another and exchanged insults. It was on the fourth day that bones began to break: first hairline fractures, then compound, then minor dismemberments. Soon, each candidate was unable to stand on their own and was pumped with copious amounts of meteorite fungus for the pain: their faces swelled up like reactionary toads, their skin a metallic badge of binary honor that both candidates took to their grave long before election day.

III. A Laboratorial God

It’s unknown if the breaking of bones was part of a performance or the inevitable, and brittle, endpoint of an evolutionary experiment on binary thought.

IV. Osteria

Some postulate that we are the rivals “mired in multi-dimensional philosophical meditations”—long banished from binary society. Others contend there was no Lava Age, and we are the Sti’Stoans, feasting and thriving on binary thought.

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