The Allegory of Kévin DuPont

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Kévin DuPont was the gatekeeper and blacksmith in the Town of Master's Branch. Not only did he create the things that held the town together - nails, hammers, picks, and saws, but he also watched carefully to ensure the evil and dark mole creatures could not, would not ever enter the town.

He was named DuPont because his father had build the one and only bridge that crossed the mystical lake to the island. The island became a walled city - safe for all those inside, built stone by stone by the band of protectors. The bridge served as the one and only entrance to the magical town and was known as the Terminus.

The water surrounding the walls was filled with magic that repelled all those that didn't know the special key - the sorcerer's name and the sorcerer's secret words. This Halt Terminus Access spell was designed to only allow those who knew the special words a way in. Those who were granted access would experience such wonders! The city was full of flowers, fine tapestries (made from the fur of chipmunks, river otters, and voles), and libraries full of books. All of these wonders were discoverable by the Indices of Mongo the Great.

Mongo was one of the greatest magicians the creator had ever brought forth. His speed was beyond compare. He had an older brother - a brother who had been relegated to the basest of functions in the town. He would wake the town up if the town ever slept. He was responsible for each of the doors in the town. He kept the town census. My Sevinus Quirrel was often known simply by his initials - he quietly kept things running in the background.

Kévin DuPont was aware that there were chinks in the armour. That the town was protected, but there were times when the good citizens of the Master's Branch could turn into dark and evil mole creatures. And if they were not carefully removed, could become a cancer in the town. A blind spot that could render the bridge irrelevant.

Cyberswat shook his head and took the 3D Immersion goggles off his head. That little town embedded in the memory core of the great tower of Iff seemed just a little too real. The seed of ideas seemed just a little too close to home. The great tower of Iff had been started when a speck of intelligence had invaded the Internet and lodged itself inside a CMS conceived of and by a student in Antwerp. Somehow a man with otter fur under his fingernails had managed to become a myth in this community after fleeing his home country. Iff had made his dwelling place, Slender had found a home in the city with the great golden triangle. Cyberswat had created a figment of fiction the paralleled the work he did in the real world to make it more tangible.

On slipped the goggles - Kévin DuPont stepped out into the Council Room. The Council Room was the central nervous system, the brainstem of the town. A worker ran into the room and muttered to Kévin. "One of the citizens left several weeks ago and has transformed. He has retained knowledge of the Sorcerer's special key. This mole has entered the city. We are breached."

DuPont summoned the Creech to the Council Room. "Sever the bond, remove the roles, ban the mole." The Creech was a being of power who brought order to the city. He was one of several who could direct who had access to each of the circles within the Town of Master's Branch. The Creech used the great census to identify the mole. The census provided a map to a great wall of drawers. Each drawer represented each individual who had ever been part of the the Town. The Creech slowly opened a wooden drawer which revealed stones on parchment showing what circles the mole could reach. Slowly he removed each of the stones and placed them in his pocket.

Outside, the mole disappeared. DuPont nodded - he was satisfied.

Without the goggles, Cyberswat quietly continued to harden the defenses working with the inner circle to protect the domain. Each and every chink that was filled further protected the citizens. His job was never done.