"Everything the average person learns from the moment of their birth until
the moment of their death springs from three core perceptual agreements.
These begin with our conformation to the rules of physical reality,
followed by the myriad social interactions that collectively constitute the
assumptions from which we form our first beliefs about ourselves. This
entire process causes us to share assumptions with and about the world,
which we all use as tools of development. This consensus forms the so-
called facts we will evolve, and eventually transcend."
"We all start out seeing the same things," I said impatiently.
"This agreement is far more pervasive than agreeing that a tree is a
tree. It extends to and between all things to form a mass consciousness that
is bound by these three essential perceptions." Her annunciation
conformed to the Queen‘s English. "Stalkers call this consensus the
cognition of the average person, from which the human personality can be
objectively categorized." She paused.
"You‘re saying that we‘re more alike than we‘d care to admit?"
"From the perspective of the Stalker's cognition, there are only four
personality types."
"Everyone falls into them?" I said, dubiously.
"There is a category of assistants and companions," Bonnie carried
on, "which Stalkers call the perfect secretary. These people are gracious,
efficient, and some of the nicest people you will ever meet. The fatal flaw
in their personal development is that they are virtually useless without
direction." She looked at me inquisitively.
"I‘ll wait until you‘re done."
She continued. "The opposite of the perfect secretary is the petty,
devious, and egocentric personality. Insecurity makes them envious, so
they talk almost exclusively about themselves to be the centre of attention.
Their fatal flaw is that they will kill for power. "
I nodded.
"The dreamer is the middle ground. They are mostly indifferent to
outside events, and instead spend their energy creating the illusion that
they have great things waiting for them. They also talk incessantly about
things they don‘t do anything about, so their fatal flaw is neglect."
"Do you mean that literally, or in terms of personal growth?"
"I mean it literally and metaphorically," she said, tapping the table
top. "If you can‘t operate without direction, what‘s to stop a devious
person from using you to death—a person who talks but won‘t intervene?"
she said rhetorically.
"Got it."
