Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult Read Free

see the difference in those two reasons? Helping someone is
only good to the utilitarian because it brings about more happiness
while on the other view the act is good because it is a good act no matter what happens as a result.”
    Does that
mean if the act was murder the utilitarian would deem it fine as
long as it increases happiness? I thought.
    Courtney raised
her hand.
    “Courtney.”
    Her raspy voice
yanked me from the valleys of my mind and into the moment. “So what
this means is that you can substitute the action in this example
with any repulsive action and it would still be deemed correct
because of the results?”
    The lecturer
nodded. “Yes, that is what it means. You’re right.”
    And the mental
affair between our two souls began, alive and enrapturing as
ever.
     
3
     
    They had been
waiting for me, set aside a chair for me completing the triangle
formation. Having just walked in I was not in the mood for a little
conclave. I conveyed my unwillingness by shuffling over to my
designated chair and dropped my bag on the wooden floor. Took every
opportunity to show my enervated state in my actions, breathing,
posture and facial expression. Macxermillio was not discouraged a
bit by my display of unwillingness.
    “Look, guys,” I
suspired, “I’m a bit doped. Can we –“
    “What the fuck
happened?” Macfearson interrupted.
    I sighed,
clearly reluctant to explain, slightly because of the difficulty I
sensed would come with putting some words together.
    “Do you find
yourself troubled by the philosophy lesson today? I know it can be
a tight noose,” Macxermillio said.
    “It’s not
that.” I glanced at Macfearson. “Fearson did you kick Jay’s
ass?”
    He shook his
head. “Nah, that’s part of the reason we should have this meeting
now. We think enough time has passed since the last sampling to
take on the next one.”
    Macxermillio
added. “The town has quieted. Does not seem to have gathered a lot
of information regarding the disappearances. The whole thing has
spun into senseless sensationalism that nobody cares about from
some student newspaper and nothing major. The one that everybody
always makes fun off?”
    “You mean The
Active?”
    “Yeah, that
one. Nobody is taking it seriously and everybody is circulating
memes on the internet about The Active’s speculative article about
the missing students which was not even close to the number we have
nabbed. This means we have been extremely careful, having devised a
new technique I think it is time for our next sample. Maybe our
last before all of this catches fire.” Macxermillio paused. And
later added, “This time it must work.”
    “You know I
have been thinking about this a lot,” Macfearson said, wagging his
index finger. “I mean the reason for these experiments is to avoid
going to heaven or hell or staying in this calling haunted
world. It is so that we end up at the crop where we truly
belong.” He paused.
    The calling, an
unfathomable being like time, everybody had an idea of what it was
but they were never quite sure what it entailed. Not of this world
but interacting with this world. No telling if it was merely a deep
feeling of loss and homelessness inside us or the cause of that
feeling, whether it was an entity with the best of our interests at
heart or a force of this world designated to choke and drive us to
self-annihilation eventually cleansing this world of lunatics like
us. For most of our time we had known rejection and the unflinching
arms of acceptance and love the calling embraced us with where
suitably a subject of such doubt and scepticism. The calling had
one promise: Do as I say and all will be alright. Just a string of
words which never correlated to nothing tangible this far. Trust is
earned or promises are subjected to tests like any hypotheses.
    “Yes, that is
the reason we study their eyes when they transition,” Macxermillio
said.
    Transition was
just another euphuism for dying.
    “What if there
is