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Swami Adavasi


          A few miles south of Camp Help It, in a squalid motel room in the
        decrepit seaside town of El Pajaro, Alan Deluce was working hard
        for  his  money.  As  an  alternative  to  continuing  as  an  unemployed
        research  psychologist,  he  had  re-emerged  in  the  job  market  as  a
        religious cult deprogrammer. It required neither new clothes nor the
        removal of his beard: merely the patience of a saint and the poker
        face of a man holding nothing but a busted flush.
          “Mr. Deluce, can’t I go now? I can’t help anybody stuck here in
        this lousy place.”
          “You  just  sit  tight  there,  Otis,  and  think  about  your  dear  old
        parents. They want to help you; that’s why we’re here. And you can
        help them by listening to me.  All right?”
          Otis, a software engineer in his late twenties, was a recent graduate
        of Camp Help It’s intensive training course. Half his property was
        gone,  and  he  was  impatient  to  be  out  recruiting  his  old
        acquaintances—particularly the well-heeled among them.
          “No,  sir,”  he  said  emphatically.  “I  can  best  help  you  and  my
        parents and anybody else by explaining to all of you the blessings to
        be  gained  by  giving  me  exactly  fifty  percent  of  your  accumulated
        wealth.”
          Deluce smiled gently, but kept his position between Otis and the
        door. “Come, now, Otis: you’re an intelligent fellow. Do you know
        what a chain letter is? Of course you do. If you received one, would
        you send money to the names on the list? How would you know if
        the chain it represents had been honestly presented? What’s to stop
        anyone from putting his or her own name at the top instead of the
        bottom when he or she sends it on to the next level of recipients?
        Nothing: it is totally open to fraud. And even if the succession were
        scrupulously  honored  by  everyone  in,  say,  ten  levels—a  possibility
        you must admit is remote—even then, the chain will be broken here
        and  there,  effectively  terminating  the  benefit  for  several  people  at
        intermediate levels. The only ones who really profit are the ones who
        start the thing; by the time it peters out, they will have taken in a lot
        of money and given virtually nothing. Well, you must be aware that
        Help Yourself is just another pyramid scheme, like a chain letter.”


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