7/29/22: Propagation Mage and Cereal
It took several years, but Harry finally found the Memetic Mage.
“Propagation Mage,” she corrected him. “Memetic Mage is outdated. What do you want?”
To make his brand of cereal more catchy, more zingy. To have the entire idea of Dovey Cereal have juuuuust a little more stickiness, enough for it to transmit from person to person, to have a r-naught of more than 1.
“Dovey Cereal is a stupid name.”
He was stuck with it for legal reasons.
“Most people come here with grander plans,” she said. “World peace, or to propagate the memory of their personal hero. Or they think they’re really clever, and they’ll ask to make the idea of ‘ideas as an abstract concept’ more memetic, for god knows what reason. Why cereal?”
To provide for his family. He was stuck with the cereal factory and he couldn’t sell it and he wasn’t the greatest business person, and the cereal wasn’t great tasting but it was good for you and there was an ongoing epidemic of constipation and colon cancer rates were skyrocketing and it really would be a net good if his cereal overtook Lucky Charms out there in the real world he could actually prove that with graphs if she wanted and so now he was here.
“You know we’re busy fighting an Antimemetic Great War right now? Second largest invasion since the last ice age. That we know of at least.”
No he didn’t know that there was a war going on. Should he be worried?
“It’s alright. I’d tell you about it but you’d just forget.”
Now he was worried.
“Yeah, you look like the type.”
Back to the question. He’d spent four years to find her, couldn’t she take pity on the little guy? He’d cut her in on the profits, he had heard that even the Followers of Abstraction cared about money. He could send her a lifetime supply of -
“Alright. Fine.”
Really?
“Yes. Also, just so you know, you’re profoundly annoying.”
He had been told that he had a weasel-like quality about him, yes.
“Whatever. I’ll do it. I fought with your uncle in the last Great Antimemetic War, you know? He was a good man.”
He didn’t have an uncle.
“Well I suppose you wouldn’t remember him. Forget about it. Anyway, I’ll do it. But first I’m going to need something from you…”
—to be continued???--