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Media: Last Podcast on the Left - Episode 231: Chaos Magic Part II – The Discipline (time 17:26 to 19:51)

(Androids in various physical conditions and varying states of psychological and technological trauma are arranged around the abandoned church. Moss-covered, shattered bricks litter the floor, along with splintered wood from broken pews and sparkling, powdered glass. A freezing wind gusts through, sending the hopeful flames of the fire in the center of the meeting flickering in protest. Glassy eyes and subdued LEDs flash around the group. Markus regrets holding this particular conversation in front of so many of their followers, although it serves as an impeccable example as to why all meetings were conducted out loud rather than through data transmission. Something like this could be contagious. He needs to schedule a separate support group and keep the insulated group's time hidden from certain outsiders. Innocent audio processors didn't need to be exposed to this.)

(Simon looks on at the meeting in silent judgement, tracelessly pinging Markus with a hint of worry around the edges.)

Simon (silently): It looks like he's finally broken. I hope you know what you're doing, Markus.

Markus (silently): He's just a protoype; we're helping him air the bugs out of his system.

Connor (talking animatedly with his hands to punctuate every point): Now what this is all about is changing your belief system in accordance with the ritual. It's not about building a permanent belief system, because if you have a permanent belief system, then you will immediately reject anything that doesn't fit in with said belief system, and the whole god damned thing falls apart – something I discovered very recently. Long story short, I had a Chamber -

Connor: – now I've got a Mind Horse.

Markus (trying to lighten up the mood and move the story along as fast as possible): Listen, we're not your partner. You can't flirt with us.

North (catching on to the ruse): Yeah, it doesn't... Was that flirting? Was Connor trying to flirt there, Markus?

Markus (jokingly, with a small smile): It is his flirting. I've seen it. Him and his partner nash their teeth at each other, then they throw bones at each other, and then they just start f*king in front of everybody.

North: Oh, I see. Well, that's when you know dinner's served.

Connor (beginning to pick up that it's a joke, with LED slowly changing from yellow flickers to flashing blue): Me and prickle partner have a very special relationship.

North: That's very...

Connor: He's really into this shit.

North: Awesome.

Connor (flustered from joking): Yeah, we're working on some stuff. But yeah! Mind Horse. That's what I've got now. I had to, because the belief system that I kind of had before – the kind of rituals that I was doing before on a regular basis to kind of get my mind right – umm... it didn't work.

Connor: Because I would go – try going to that place that I had been going to, that ritual I would use to go to that place to visit my, uh... Keepers of the Silent Gates of My Memory...

Markus (entertained, but also resigned): Also known as The Crystal Castle Within Your Mind.

Connor: Exactly. It was my Crystal Castle.

(North's head drops to emphasize her incredulity and her eyes open comically wide.)

Connor (hands flying energetically, counting off ideas on his fingers): But I've been having... I've been having some shit going on recently.

Connor: I've been having some bad times, and then eventually, like I kept trying to go there... And then when I tried going there, (1) I found that everyone in it had been murdered, (2) that it was burning down, and (3) then eventually, it was just ... darkness. It was just blackness. And so that belief system didn't work anymore.

North (sarcasm, but it goes unnoticed by Connor): That sounds like a perfect place to hang out.

Connor: No. No! It's the worst! It's just darkness and demons.

North: Yeah!

Connor: It's awful.

North: Okay. See, I kinda like it.

Markus (jokingly, but many followers seem to miss the joke and begin calculating the physics of this): In my mind, I get carried everywhere by Mind Parakeets. Thousands of them.

North: Yeah?

Connor: Because that's the thing. That Chamber was something... because that belief system that I had at the time, that was for me to get my mind right, and for me to kind of get shit organized. But now, life is more of a journey for me. That's what's going on with me right now. I'm on more of a journey. I'm going to new places that I've never been before, so I need a Mind Horse.

Markus: You need a big, stinky Mind Horse?

Connor: Yeah, I need a big, stinky Mind Horse to keep me going through all of this bullshit so I can... Now I use kind of the same type of ritual, but now, instead of visiting The Chamber, I go and me and my Mind Horse explore together.

(Connor's LED flashes vividly as he preconstructs a scenario with Sumo lumbering along with him astride the massive dog.)

North: Alright, well, check out The Chamber every now and again. See what the demons are doing. They get lonely, too.

Connor (matter-of-factly): Oh, no. They followed me over.

North (slightly disturbed): Oh. They did.

Connor: No matter where I go – nah, they're not going anywhere. They're just... you know, in my head forever, and that's just how it's going to go.

Markus (whispers): Go to the service center. Get your biocomponents checked out.

Connor: I did! I went last Wednesday!

North (with a slight veil of alarm): Oh, good! Good!

Markus (eager to move on to the next person in the support group): And that's where the Mind Horse came from! It's that... Remember those horse pills? Okay! Next.