An old parable by Rebecca Borgstrom.
Prince Glory, a starting Solar Eclipse, has Resources ●●.
Casting about for a suitable application for his talents and his mandate of greatness, he travels to Nexus. "Surely," he says, to his loving companion Flicka, "the market there will give me a sign."
Flicka adjusts her ears, which Prince Glory immediately understands to mean, "What are you expecting to find?"
"I'm not sure," he says. "Possibly a deeply discounted Eye of Autochthon."
Flicka nods her head, almost as if she understands.
Soon Prince Glory is in Nexus, and faces a difficult choice. There are many things he wishes to buy, but he only has Resources ●●. "That Primordial Eye on the table," he says. "How much?"
"Resources ●●●," explains the shopkeeper, who knows the universal trade language of dots.
"I cannot afford that," says Prince Glory, and rolls his magnificent social skills. "Will four successes change your mind?"
"For Resources ●● and four successes, I will consider it."
"Done!" says Prince Glory, and claims the Eye. Sadly, his Resources are now depleted, and he cannot purchase the Mantle of Brigit or the magnificent bondage-slave Chejop Kejak, with his Perfection in Life slave dancing. In reflection and sorrow, Prince Glory leaves Nexus, and holds up the Eye.
"I wish to totally flip out and kill everyone," says Prince
"LO!" booms the Eye. "IT IS DONE!"
"Er, except for the Exalted," says the Eye in a small voice. "And certain other entities who I could not kill without specific attention."
"That is all right," says Prince Glory, in a lordly fashion. "I wish to forcibly transform Ma-Ha-Suchi into a show angora
who will live in my pocket."
"PROCESSING," booms the eye. "DONE."
"Cool," says Prince Glory, rubbing the lucky foot of the rabbit in his pocket, and taking his dead horse Flicka's reins. "Then let's go be heroes!"
"ROCK," says the Eye.
Standing lonely and underdressed in an empty market, the oldest of all Exalts performs a high kick.