Sterling/Lotor: Liar-paradox Nova (Part 2)

Max Sterling and Prince Lotor study things of sports/space-war for machinery/governance and link logic/contrasts with ideas of anarchy/school (fanfic-trilogy).

My 1st-day of a week's project of Liar-paradox adventurism and intelligence-storyboards hyperbole with media fanfiction/crossover representations of the two war-prince characters of space-war operas, the democratic nerdist cool-warrior/action-master Max Sterling (Robotech) and the Selfie-pensive ambitious/vain power profit gaining/seeking antihero nihilist corruptor/play-maker Prince Lotor (Voltron). Thanks for reading (Happy March), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction/crossover offers no commercial/explicit ties to Robotech or Voltron scripts and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Max Sterling, pilot, warrior, and war-thinker and commands-idealist of the great Robotech space-war legion/forces, continued his nice study of things of Liar-paradox applications for war/governance image-IQ and sports-war symbolism and thought links with his counterpart, Prince Lotor, antihero nihilist war-thinker and surgeon-like skeptic for power/profits shapes from his own dominion of Voltron/Zarkon empire imagery (for doubt).

MAX STERLING: Seems we've started our sports-war IQ chat with tennis art, ok.

PRINCE LOTOR: IQ reading for Liar-paradox ("Every statement is incomplete").

MAX STERLING: We've come to some terms about tennis analogies of war-ethos!

PRINCE LOTOR: That we have, Sterling...and it shall inform our machinery/wars.

MAX STERLING: We (already) negotiated some 'cool' tennis-nets image of calm.

PRINCE LOTOR: That we have, Sterling...and there's contour in tennis-vanity.

MAX STERLING: Tennis is a game of swiftness/choices; like war's variances, no?

PRINCE LOTOR: Sure requires 'adjustments' hype for truth/lies quakes, Sterling.

MAX STERLING: Maybe one-complete statement for tennis/war is Selfie-feet.

PRINCE LOTOR: For doubt/escape (ok).

Max and Lotor had been nicely-tuning their Liar-paradox (logic/language) inference eyes for things of war/governance/competition symbolism and thought about 21st-Century Earth sports-matrix symbols of social networks/activity and the fitness/vanity physics/physique imagery of tennis, a game of nets, racquets, swiftness, and focus (for winning/manners). Max and Lotor knew their Liar-paradox ("Every statement is incomplete") grammar for war-intelligence reflected their enrichment-goals for their (respective) dominions of democracy/nihilism machinery constructions and pursuits for either Selfie-education or power-entropy (ok).

MAX: More lamb-curry, Prince Lotor?
LOTOR: Good food for good readings, ok.

MAX: You know, tennis of the 21st-Century Earth was ethos-for-TV, ha.

LOTOR: You're right, and it informs my (own) manners-study for patricide.

MAX: Right, your enduring 'contest' with your father (Zarkon) is fit-funny.

LOTOR: Our Liar-paradox grammar-notes for war/sports is diner-stretched, no?

MAX: You wise to say it, Lotor; and we've found lamb-curry butterknife (good).

TO BE CONTINUED...

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)