And the God of Marketing said, "What is truth? Cooperate with me, and I will explain to all the peoples of Gend that you are of the same bloodline as Phem, and you will be despised no longer, and all the peoples of Gend will have sympathy for your struggles, and the king himself will favor you."
-And the elders of the tribe of Ageep looked at each other and said, "Cooperate."
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And the people of the tribe of Ageep looked at each other and said, "Cooperate."
+And the elders of the tribe of Ageep looked at each other and said, "Cooperate."
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And the chief elder of the tribe of Ageep looked at the God of Marketing and said, "Cooperate."
And so it came to pass that the tribe of Ageep became the tribe of Matof.
Now a lost son of the tribe of Ageep, an honest man, came to the kingdom after having been raised abroad, and he knew not his bloodline, but he bitterly envied the crafts and ways of the tribe of Phem, and in a strange way, that of Matof, who were said to be of the same bloodline as Phem, and whom all the peoples of Gend were beginning to have sympathy for, and whom the king himself had issued a royal proclamation favoring.
-And the honest man happened to meet a tribesman of Matof at an oasis, and complemented his
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-And the tribesman said, "Cooperate," and the honest man said, "Cooperate." And the honest man came to stay with the tribe of Matof for forty days and forty nights, and observe their crafts and ways.
+The honest man happened to meet a tribesman of Matof at an oasis, and complemented him on his finery, which resembled that of envied Phem. And the tribesman said, "Cooperate," and the honest man said, "Cooperate." And the honest man came to stay with the tribe of Matof for forty days and forty nights, and observe their crafts and ways.
+And the honest man saw how hard the tribesmen of Matof worked to resemble those of Phem, whom the tribesmen of Matof would spy on from a distance. And he saw how much he himself resembled the tribesmen of Matof, but not those of Phem. And he began to suspect his bloodline, and the bloodline of the tribe of Phem. And he journeyed to the capital city and fasted in the city's library for three days and three nights, poring over geneological scrolls and praying to the silent God of Truth.
And the honest man stared at the God of Marketing, and the God of Marketing stared back.
-He drew a silver wistle from his pocket. And he raised the whistle to his lips.
+And he drew a silver wistle from his pocket. And he raised the whistle to his lips.
And the God of Marketing said, "You wouldn't."
And the honest man said, "Defect!" And he blew the whistle.
-"I think the consequentialist thing to do is not to tell anyone they're wrong, in the signaling sense, about bloodline understanding."
+And a shepherd of the tribe of Matof came to the honest man and said, "I think the consequentialist thing to do is not to tell anyone they're wrong, in the signaling sense, about bloodline understanding."
And the honest man said, "Defect!"
-"There exists room for geneology outside of war—but if you take up working specifically on the geneological aims of those that oppose you, it can be ... self-destructive—and not just to you, but damaging to the group."
+And a blacksmith of the tribe of Matof came to the honest man and said, "There exists room for geneology outside of war—but if you take up working specifically on the geneological aims of those that oppose you, it can be ... self-destructive—and not just to you, but damaging to the group."
And the honest man said, "Defect!"
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