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Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century.

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.
—  Mr. Robot

tbh it always confuses me when people try to write Damas as Serious and Stoic, because like… this is a man who 100% canonically:

  • wears a skirt with slits up to the hips, exposing his bare, perfectly smooth thighs
  • probably implanted(?) a crown into his skull, purely for the ~aesthetic~ (or alternatively: glues them on every day?)
  • takes pecker as his ‘advisor’, despite clearly being a competent leader on his own, and no one questions it (implying that the people of Spargus are used to him doing weird shit like this)
  • is literally the dad equivalent of tsundere in his interactions with Jak. THE BIGGEST TSUNDADRE.
    • Pecker: 'oh, are you beginning to care?’
      Damas: 'my concern was for the artifacts!’
    • and my favourite: 'you make me proud! …that…. our training system is so good…’
  • drives his car through a wall with perfect dramatic timing, casually mowing down several enemies that were about to kill Jak before referring to himself as an entire army
    • …which comes after he specifically advised Jak against being rash; when Jak calls him on the fact that he ignored his own advice about not taking enemies head-on, Damas responds with 'it depends on how hard your skull is’
  • actually emotes a lot? like just look at his shit-eating grin as he drops stupid one-liners, or the 'oh shit I fucked up D8’ face when Jak says he never knew his dad; this man is not stoic at all.

conclusion: Damas is the biggest fucking nerd.

Is any of it real?
Look at this,
Look at it.

A world built on fantasy.
Synthetic emotions in the form of pills,
Psychological warfare in the form of advertising,
Mind-altering chemicals in the form of food,
Brainwashing seminars in the form of media,
Controlled, isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.

Real?
You want to talk about reality?

We haven’t left anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century.

We turned it off,
Took out the batteries.
Snacked on a pack of GMOs
While we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition.

We live in branded houses,
Trademarked by corporations
Built on bipolar numbers,
Jumping up and down on digital displays,
Hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.

You have to dig pretty deep
before you can find anything real.
We live in a kingdom of bullshit,
A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long.
So don’t tell me about not being real.
I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.

As far as your concerned,
I’m very real.

- Mr. Robot (2015)
Elusive Introverted Intuition: What is it?

No matter what source you look at Introverted iNtuition [Ni] never seems to be properly explained. It is always vague with descriptions like “AHA” moments, deep perception, and mystical like psychic abilities. Or you get tumblr, which is probably filled with the most misinformation about the function. (Don’t get me started on forums where people make baseless claims and just cause even more mass confusion). Then the worst reasoning for dominant Ni I have ever seen is “long term planning/goals.” As if no other types, just the rarest in the population, have this ability. 

So where do we start and figure out what this function actually is? Out of credible sources (peer reviewed articles and books) even their descriptions seem vague and are difficult to imagine and actually apply. Unlike all other functions described in their purest form, the dominant position, it can’t seem to be described as its own function. What I mean is Ni can’t seem to be described alone, but must be paired with other functions INJs use in their stack in order to illustrate the function. But at that point you are no longer describing Ni, but the personality type as a whole. Sources seem to dance around the actual definition or explanation of Ni. And it is utterly bothersome. What is it at its core?

I think going into where this misinformation comes from will help ground us in the actual function of Ni in its purest form in INFJs and INTJs. Once this is uncovered we will see why these types are so rare and perhaps glorify them less. This way we don’t see them as mythical unicorns, but people with pros and cons like the rest of the personality types.

1. “Gut Feelings” or AHA moments. Let’s start with Lenore Thomson’s beginning description of the function, “Introverted intuition is more cerebral than the [other perceiving function]. It prompts an interest in perception itself – the process of recognizing and interpreting what we take in” (222). What we take from this is that INJs are theoretical filters. They take in information and focus in on it, they mull over it. INJ’s intuition is very focused and trying to look for a conclusion. From the outside when they finally verbalize their conclusions it can look like a “gut feeling” or AHA moment. But this is a false representation of what is going on inside the mind of an INJ. They worked very hard to get to that conclusion, seeming aloof or empty for so long cause they were so focused inward that once they formulated their conclusion they come back to the land of living to share this information. However, in a dominant position INJs are less inclined to engage with others about their ideas/conclusions, ESPECIALLY when the ideas/conclusions aren’t fully formulated.

Unlike Extroverted intuition types (ENPs) who will blurt out all their theories and ideas aloud to bounce them off others and then hide away not letting others know about their full conclusions, INJs do the exact opposite. They are bouncing these ideas within their own minds. Let us use the act of painting an art piece to demonstrate how this works. Think of the paintings as theories/ideas these people have. Ne (extroverted intuition) will look at the canvas and see a billion possibilities. 

ENPs will be unable to resist painting right away even without, often without, a full picture of what they want to produce as their end art piece. They will make mistakes and chuck out a canvas and replace it anew. Each time they will ask for feedback, probably cutting off people and finishing their thoughts because they share them too and don’t want to sit through a person repeating what they know. After a while of this they will finally have a completed piece of art. Although their workshop is messy, it is completed. AKA the final theory is formed. 

The INJ is different. They look at the blank canvas for a very, very long time. The paints are left untouched and it is absolute silence. They are in an intense state of concentration. In their mind they are imagining the end result they want and how to get there. What will they mix together to get to that end result they so imagine? They will then painstakingly make that vision come to life on the canvas, making sure not one stroke is off. No room for mistakes. It will take an unfortunate amount of time. But once it is finished, if it is exactly the conclusion or painting they wanted in their minds. The INJ will then show it to others, but only then. 

Now, we can see the obvious social differences here. The ENP needed feedback, needed to physically see their ideas in the outside world, and needed a few practice ones. The INJ being introverted kept their work private and not until it was perfect then share it with others. This is why they appear to have “AHA” moments or gut feelings. Because to the outsider it looks like the painter INJ is absent, not there. Then suddenly an idea pops in their minds and they go for it. That isn’t what happened though. Every part of the painting the INJ thought about before physically implementing it. Every part was thought out and methodical. It was brought to a linear conclusion, aka polished to an inch of its life, before the INJ enacted it. There wasn’t an idea from no where. It was an idea the INJ worked, actively worked, hard to achieve. 

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Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.

Mr. Robot

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.
—  Elliot, from Mr Robot
Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real. I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.
—  Mr. Robot
Quirky Alterations

With so many different mutation and transformation quirks, finding the perfect outfit can be more of a hassle than you bargained for. Even though many of these quirks may be similar on a fundamental level, such as wings or multiple limbs, there are plenty of subcategories within these types of mutations that require different accommodations. For example:

  • A wing with a single protrusion from the upper back versus a wing with a base that stretches the length of the back.
  • Alternative hand and foot shapes including, but not limited to, number and length of fingers,webbing, paws or hooves.

  • The size, shape, and placement of a single or multiple horns.

Your quirk is special and unique, so get clothes that fit both your personality and your quirk.

Quirky Alterations: We design with your quirk in mind!

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Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of…food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real.

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Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real.

Is any of it real?

I mean, look at this. Look at it!
A world built on fantasy!

Synthetic emotions in the form of pills,
psychological warfare in
the form of advertising,
mind-altering chemicals
in the form of food,
brainwashing seminars in the form of media,
controlled isolated bubbles
in the form of social networks.
Real? You want to talk about reality?
We haven’t lived in
anything remotely close to it
since the turn of the century.
We turned it off, took out the batteries,
snacked on a bag of GMOs
while we tossed the remnants
in the ever-expanding dumpster
of the human condition.
We live in branded houses
trademarked by corporations
built on bipolar numbers
jumping up and down on digital displays,
hypnotizing us into the biggest
slumber mankind has ever seen.

You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo,
before you can find anything real.
We live in a kingdom of bullshit,
a kingdom you’ve lived in for far too long.

We are all together now,
whether you like it or not.

—  Mr. Robot / eps1.9_zer0-day.avi
A world built on fantasies.
Synthetic emotions in the form of pills.
Psychological warfare in the form of advertising.
Mind altering chemicals in the form of food.
Brainwashing seminars in the form of media.
Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.
Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century! We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs, while we tossed the remnants into the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition.
We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations, built on bipolar numbers, jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.
You’d have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real.
We live in a kingdom of bullshit, kingdom that even you have lived in for far too long. So don’t tell me about not being real: I’m no less real than the fucking beef patty in your big mac. As far as you are concerned, Elliot, I am very real. We are all together now, whether you like it or not.
—  Mr Robot

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real.

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Is any of it real? I mean, look at it. A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks…

Is any of it real? I mean look at this.
Look at it: A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Pyschological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind altering chemicals in the form of food. Brain washing seminars in the form of media. Controlled, isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.
Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off. Took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations, built on biopolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.
You’d have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real.
—  Mr. Robot