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See, this is my take on the matter. During a train ride home from Leeds yesterday, which was delayed due to bad weather, I had time to think about the transducer problem, and feel I've hit on a solution.
I think the Transducer is working, but only on the level of self-preservation. It's 'realised', in some odd, semi-sentient way, that it's easier to generate conflict in the lives of those who created it than it is to sort out major conflicts; it's realised, moreover, that as it has no source of energy beyond the conversion of conflict energy, it behooves it to create conflicts in order to survive. So, it sets about engineering shit in our own lives, all of which gets resolved in line with its original programming. However, it's getting addicted, which is why the conflicts keep getting bigger and bigger.
It also now has to contend with the fact that some of us are starting to suspect it's fucking with us. This could lead to further intensification of the shit creation. And, just to be on the safe side, it might decide to camouflage its machinations by imitating the attack patterns of a more well-known 'occult' entity like, oh, I don't know, Choronzon. Similarly, it sees to it that any sensible, sane discussion of its possible malfunction quickly descends into some kind of circular slanging match, which (a) delays any harm to the transducer and (b) also provides it with yet more conflict energy to feed on.
So fuck that. We built this little twat, if it starts messing us about like this, then I say it's taking the piss and we make sure to stop it cold. Once we resolve to do that, an interesting, but not insoluble, problem confronts us.
We can't stop the transducer by fighting it: this would create conflict between us and it, which the transducer could conceivably feed off. Nor can we necessarily starve it out, by being good and peaceful in all we do, because it could still create conflict elsewhere and besides which it would still try to stir us up, and I don't know about any of the zen masters around these parts, but me? It really doesn't take much to get me riled. One chance glimpse of some kid in a burberry cap and the transducer'll be on me like a kid on a Maccy D's milkshake, straw and all. No: we have to use sine's solution. We add to it.
Visualise with me now, the Re-juicer. A servitor with one function: to take whatever energy is thrown out by the transducer and convert it into entropy, then feed it back to the transducer. In my little diagram of the beast, it looks like another transducer placed over the input/output arrows of the original, but coloured black. This would form an effective stop to the transducer in several ways:
1) the Transducer was created to transform conflict, not entropy. Entropy transmitted into the transducer would flow through it, but would not be transformed.
2) as both input and output arrows would now be closed off, the transducer would have no connection to the outside world.
3) however, it would still have a supply of input in the form of the entropic energy put out by the Re-juicer. Likewise, the new servitor would be perpetually fed by the old. Both servitors could continue to exist, but would never need to look elsewhere for sustenance.
In effect, what I propose is to create a kind of 'husked' version of the transducer, a powerless but still-living shell of what it once was, with all its connections to us and the surrounding universe closed off. If I considered myself more of an expert on cabala, I'd call it an artificial qlipoth, but I don't so I won't.
I'll be trying this whatever anyone else says, but I thought others should be presented with the idea in case anyone else feels the need to limit the thing's sphere of influence. |
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