Rootkit 6
Rootkit 6 states that 'Good people can’t ever imagine themselves in the act of doing wrong.' It is FALSE. It is the sixth statement of the Rootkit Test.
Explanation of answer to Rootkit 6]]
Quoted from Puzzle One.
If you can’t imagine yourself ever doing anything wrong, then hanyo town has damaged your imagination. Think about this: how do you question actions that you don’t understand? This is how: you put yourself in the place of the wrongdoer and see the thing from their point of view. You ask yourself, why does this person think that doing this wrong thing is the right thing? If you can do this correctly, that is if you can look at the action steadily while holding the fear and the disgust away from you, then you get to understand the wrongdoer, and that’s the one thing the hanyos fear most of all: our understanding. To prevent us from understanding them, the hanyos try to frighten us into thinking it’s dangerous (or impossible) for us to think like a hanyo.
They also make sure than no one person possesses the whole truth of what they are. Those of us who held V-jobs in hanyo town and were known as chicks, who were on display to the hanyos at all times, whether working or not, they saw what the hanyos were like up close, and they paid a terrible price for it: they had to swallow all kinds of pain and torture as part of their daily routine and keep smiling as if they were being rewarded. Here’s something you’ll notice about hanyo town: whenever there are goodies to hand out, the hanyos make sure they’re in the spotlight being good bosses, but whenever any dirty work has to be done, people fired, services shut down, the chicks are sent out into the field to give the slags the bad news, oversee the cleanup, deal with the crazies and go home to look glamourous at the evening’s board meeting.
That’s how we slags are taught to hate the chicks: we see them as the bent lawyers and dirty managers and gluttonous doctors that they’re paid to cover for every day. Meanwhile the slags left behind in the service territories are taught that the chicks eat the good stuff in hanyo town while their sisters who didn’t pass the Charm Test and make it to Charm School suck slime and bathe in piss. Slags are so busy resenting and envying the chicks who have everything that they never notice they have the best thing: knowledge of essential processes, like sewer maintenance, food production, building, mining and welding, and the tools to carry them out. Chicks, for their part, if they’re honest with themselves, know they began as slags and they will end as slags.
Now ask yourself who in hanyo town will get in trouble if chicks and slags become friends. When you ask yourself that question, you will find you can’t answer it without putting yourself in the place of a hanyo and imagining the world they see. If you do it right, then after you have seen in your imagination whatever you have to see, you will come back to yourself, heave a big sigh of relief, and feel the fear fading, because now you understand.
The hanyos have ruled us for centuries by playing chicks and slags off against each other. They made us fight so that we wouldn’t turn on our masters. But in the radiodesert, we found the truth. So many of our make-sense talks in the survivarium begin with ‘Imagine you’re a hanyo’. It’s only if you imagine you are one that you will learn the secrets the hanyos really don’t want you to know. You can do it right now lying in your bed in hanyo town if your imagination is strong enough. If that thought terrifies you, think of how it must frighten the hanyos.
Pretty much everything the hanyos do to us is meant to kill our imaginations, because imaginations make things change. Your imagination is a free space where anything can happen. You could commit the most heinous crimes, or you could be here, living among us, in a heartbeat, if your imagination is unchained. So the hanyos fear this power, as they should. They don’t want you to imagine a world without them, so they capture the territory of your dreams and fears as early as possible. They do it by taking away your safety, so they can tell you a story about yourself in which you do what they want, or else. But you can rewrite that story: in fact, you have to rewrite it, and the rewriting begins in your head with the words ‘What if...?’ These are the words most feared by tyrants and rulers and hanyos through the ages.
If you want to have a fearless conscience, then in your imagination, there are no limits. Here in the Nest, some of our deep white karmics routinely play sim games where we horribly dismember hanyos and people, eat their flesh, have sex with their corpses, even kill and maim animals. But we know it’s all make believe, and we have to earn the right to play those games by showing, through pulling enough white karma to uncurtain those particular game challenges, that we know the difference between makebelieve and real life. The games allow us to feel what it might be like to do these things without ever having to suffer the karmic fallout. They help keep our imaginations active and courageous, so we can see every wrinkle on the face of evil while holding the picture away from our hearts. When we surface from these dream-stories here in the Nest, great disgust at those actions flows through us like a purgative medicine, and we know we live in a world where there is absolutely no necessity to do any of that stuff, nor do we desire any other world.
In hanyo town, things are different. In hanyo town, you’re always afraid of having to fight someone crazier and nastier than you. That’s dread, where your imagination can picture nothing else but this endless torture. Then even a friendly hand on your shoulder can cause screaming fits or worse. Most of those who come to us through the radiodesert are in a state of severe dread, and they need the Hopscotch to disinfect their imaginations. We teach them to ask the questions that were forbidden in hanyo town, and we give them answers to the best of our ability. And as their imaginations wake up, so does their happiness. Then they start imagining all the many ways they can pull karma, and all the lovely things they’ll get when they do.
Down here in the world of matter, it’s either hanyo town or the world of Antisense that prevails, but in the world in your head, there is a place above both sense and Antisense, where neither world is powerful and you can look at both with an impartial mind. I call this place unisense, and it’s a doorway to wonders. It’s the place we escape to when everything down here is painful or hostile, and it’s also the place we go to when our loved ones are far away and we want to touch them, call out to them with our minds. Sometimes warnings come to us through it, and sometimes truths reveal themselves. It isn’t hard to get to, since the doorway is right there in your imagination. Mostly the difficulties along the way are created by people who don’t want us to discover it.
It was in unisense that I first saw the plan of the Antisense world, when none of it existed yet. It gave me the strength to get up and walk through the desert till I found a place where I could begin bringing Antisense into the world of matter. And once I had my brood of rescued Survivors around me, I found I could touch their hearts and minds in unisense, that I could feel them through it. I’ve tried to teach them how to do it, and many of them are now almost as good as I am at it. Healers are particularly sensitive to it: those who are good at body healing can read body-consciousness through unisense when they touch someone, and those who heal minds can see stories and structures and wounds and dreams in the words and expressions of those they heal through unisense. You too will have to learn to see it, because it underpins our sense of togetherness, which we call brooding, and our friends and family whom we call brooders, or broos for short.
All of this wealth and joy your imagination can give you, if you can get back control of it from your enemies. Along with spitting out your dread, it’s one of the first steps on the road to freedom, and you can do it right now, wherever you are, even if you’re in a cell waiting to die, or the hanyos are feeding on you. That’s why the hanyos and their servants hate it when you daydream, or space out, or fail to pay them one hundred percent of your attention even for a second. They know how dangerous that is for them, and they hope and pray that you don’t know it. But now you do, because I told you.
The hanyos want you to think about them all the time, so don’t. Whenever you’re not actively working for the boss, go away from hanyo town in your head. Let them think you’re a moron or a retard, it doesn’t matter. In your head, you don’t have to be afraid. Even while they’re beating you to a pulp, you can be partying in the baths or tending the central forests. And if your soul flies away to the survivarium every chance it gets, sooner or later, your body will follow.
