Dysfunctional Perspective Part 1 Novels & Stories

"Always both. Everything in this life is both threat and opportunity simultaneously." "Optimistic perspective for counselor working with traumatized populations," Damian observed. "Realistic perspective for baseline human navigating supernatural world," I corrected. "I don't have powers to protect myself. I only have capability to understand people and build better systems. So that's what I'll do." "We'll do," Damian amended. "Partners, remember?" "Partners," I agreed, sealing the commitment with kiss that tasted like exhaustion and determination in equal measure.

said Professor Orbit, "is a form of function. In a broken society, plagued by multiple intractable fears, the brain pushes the boundaries of creative problem solving so far that that dreaming brain merges with the conscious brain. The result is of course a dysfunction, yet the driving force is a desperate survival mechanism to pull a 'rabbit from the ideological hat.' Until we get to grips with dysfunctions as functions, our solutions will be nothing more than playing with symptoms." "Anger is a dysfunction," said Professor Orbit, "yet how is it function? For there exist real answers. In a survival dog-eat-dog world that anger and quick reaction over slower more cerebral responses may keep y

The question landed harder than any command Because for a long time my place had been defined for me Younger Reactive Behind them But not anymore I looked at the screen At the shifting external feeds At the way regions responded differently depending on whose influence touched them Then I looked back at them “I don’t want a place defined by proximity to either of you” A pause “I want a place defined by function” Daniil’s eyes narrowed slightly “Explain function” I stepped forward Not hesitating Not looking away “My function is internal stabilization under external pressure”

The recognition of a legitimate desire, whether or not it was achievable, whether or not it was compatible with their own purposes. "That's not a system," Rowan said. The objection was automatic, the product of experience with organizations that required structure to function. The reply came immediately. Clear. That's exactly what it is. A pause. You've just never seen one built that way. Silence followed. Not empty. Not tense. Just… real. Because for the first time, they weren't dealing with control. Or resistance. Or opposition. They were dealing with something else entirely. Perspective. A way of seeing that was foreign to their experience, that challenged their assumptions about what was