Chapter 2: 12 (Number)

"If you want your children to be Albert Einsteins, read them intelligent tales." - A fairy

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The Genre of Gemder identity: Realism in the works of Sugar

Peridot 2F5L/5XG

Department of English, Homeworld University

1. Sugar and neotextual dialectic theory

If one examines presemioticist rationalism, one is faced with a choice: either reject textual narrative or conclude that class has objective value, but only if language is distinct from culture; otherwise, we can assume that the goal of the writer is social comment. Rubnitz's model of neotextual dialectic theory implies that the media is used in the service of sexist perceptions of society. Thus, Fokker[1] suggests that we have to choose between presemioticist rationalism and modern neodeconstructivist theory.

"Reality is part of the defining characteristic of sexuality," says Herrington. Tennant uses the term 'realism' to denote the bridge between society and truth. But the subject is interpolated into a textual dematerialism that includes language as a reality.

The premise of neotextual dialectic theory states that discourse is a product of communication. However, if subcapitalist discourse holds, we have to choose between neotextual dialectic theory and matriarchialist preconceptual theory.

Michael uses the term 'the capitalist paradigm of consensus' to denote not, in fact, sublimation, but postsublimation. But Germanotta[2] holds that we have to choose between neotextual dialectic theory and presemanticist libertarianism.

The primary theme of the works of Sugar is a mythopoetical whole. It could be said that Ridgeley uses the term 'conceptual narrative' to denote the role of the participant as poet.

Many theories concerning the common ground between class and truth may be revealed. Thus, the characteristic theme of McLaughlin's[3] critique of realism is not narrative per se, but neonarrative.

Professor Tinchén van der Fokker of the Beach City University put the essay down and looked at the green gem standing on the other side of the table. "Miss Peridot, please have a essay is... quite interesting. Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

"Um, I used one of your journals as a reference?" Peridot suggested with an idiot grin on her face.

"Yes, I noticed that," Fokker replied. "But I couldn't help noticing that your writing style seems rather familiar."

Oh, dirt! Does it realize what I did? Peridot thought. She couldn't quite tell if professor Fokker was a gentleman, lady, both or neither, so she had decided to use the pronoun 'it' when she was thinking about the professor. Addressing the professor was easier: Peridot could simply say 'Yes, professor' or 'No, professor.' Simple as heck.

Before Peridot could answer to the accusation, the honorable professor continued: "Miss Peridot. You did NOT write this yourself - you simply copypasted 85% of your essay from some online nonsense generator and changed bits and pieces of it here and there. The content you did write is, if possible, even more horrible garbage. You attempted to butter me up by including Realism and neotextual dialectic theory (Fokker, van der T. (1998), Beach City University Press) as a reference. And I've never heard of a 'Homeworld University!' Your so called essay is an amateurish forgery. You have broken all the rules and made a mockery of the spirit of academia."

Peridot felt like she was sweating. Professor Fokker noticed how uneasy the gem felt, so it reached for the desk drawer and produced a can of Pepsi, which it then handed to Peridot, much to the gem's confusion.

"Miss Peridot, you are exactly the kind of material we are looking for. I am hiring you as a lecturer. How soon can you start?"

"Wait, what?!"

"It wasn't a trick question. Can you start next week?"

"Yes, I can start next week! Lecturer sounds just wonderful! Um, what exactly shall I be lecturing about?"

"We will create a completely new field of study and a degree to go with it. Or heck, maybe one for each gem type!" Fokker spoke with a voice that carried tons of misguided ambition. "As for the official designations, we will simply fire the post modern generator up again," Fokker said, winking at Peridot. "Take 'gemder studies', for example - that's a start!"

What professor Fokker didn't know was that Peridot had actually tried to apply for a job as a janitor. The essay she had brought with her was the result of Amethyst trolling her earlier. "I know something about applying a job," the sneaky quartz warrior had said. "You better fire up your word processor program."

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Peridot quit the job after two weeks. When Amethyst later asked why, Peridot grumpily replied that she would rather polish royal Saudi Arabian jewels or the Bishop of London's pearls for a minimum wage. No matter how much Amethyst prodded Peridot, she would never explain exactly what it was that had made her quit.

Amethyst felt bad for Peridot, so she decided to lift the green gem's spirits a little. So, one evening, she invited Peridot to the Temple.

"Hey, Peridot!" Amethyst greeted Peridot. "Glad you could make it. Come closer, I wanna show you something."

"What do you want to show me?" Peridot asked, hesitating.

"Peridooot... c'mere. Come on, now."

"Fine... HEY! What are you doing?" Peridot shouted in surprise as Amethyst grabbed her by the waist.

"I'm making up for tro... um, pranking you earlier," Amethyst whispered into Peridot's ear. "You went through all that trouble because of me. I'll teach you some dance moves - they are very useful, you know. Here, take a hold of my hand..."

Peridot learned quickly. They kept dancing to the tune of "Lady Marmalade"...

AND THEN THEY FUSED.

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A/N: I got the chapter title by clicking "Random Article" on Wiki-Peri-pherium. What is interesting that the number 12 comes up in religious context. Jesus had 12 apostles. 12 is the number of apostles Jesus had. Twelve is also a Street Fighter 3:TS character who can SHAPESHIFT.

This chapter takes place before before chapter 1... maybe I should have made that clear in the actual story... bah...