A white-furred fox walks thru a living forest full of life. The surroundings, despite looking utterly like a Disney animation, a lush forest under a sunny day. Ally Miller feels the wind ruffle her white fur as her paws pad the path. As her ears calmly turn on the tops of her head, tracking all the bird sounds. As her very human eyes in her skull watch. As she feels the wind run down her fur, and an atmosphere of relaxed calm follow her. The realm must be relaxed, not busy in battle, or anything much right now. As she walks, her animated tail swaying. She can feel it all... it still is rather novel... how sensitive it is. But when she asked, she learned quickly the reason. She has access to far more realness than any shadow fox, given she is the flow where it comes from. Meaning... it's as real as anything she can experience in the real world, and anything she, Mr. Fox, or the realm remembers. As shown by the slight... lower detail in some aspects. It's nearly perfect, like a dream you can't poke a flaw at, but you know something is wrong. Compared to the unrealness shadow foxes feel with basic sensory details of objects, specifically in heat, taste, texture, where they are less detailed than their memories say. Though they get used to it. As she flicks her longer-than-human tongue, and feels the inside of a sharp-toothed mouth. It's that... detailed.
But she shakes her head, she always marvels over it every time she comes here. She focuses on the task at hand, and sighs. Humming quietly. As she walks calmly down the path. As soon it splits, she looks at both, before walking down the one that feels more right. Until... she comes to a door, sitting in an open field, unconnected to anything. With a sign that reads 'Studio Productions'. She readies herself, as her hand reaches for the fox-sized door, and it shifts more human-like in an instant, her senses blurring in the area. As she opens the door, entering a large room, where various screens float, as Mr. Fox, who now appears as a half-human half-fox figure, walking on two legs, in a coat, as he looks thru various files. He looks at her, as he drops to all fours, and his body shifts in an instant to quadrupedal shape. "Good to see you Ally. Our performance is set to start in a few hours here. But before that, I think it's time to show you the technical process... of one of our interventions." His coat slowly flickers into nothing, as he walks with her on 4 legs, with a sly smile.
He says, "I think you will find the process quite moral. So follow." She frowns unsure. Looking out the windows of the modern animated office that lead to infinite forest. As she follows him thru a door, and they enter a black void, with two glowing threads floating ahead. As the threads split into bits, and float off elsewhere. "First, as you know, we send out an EM ping to search. This takes several weeks. Where we ping for active psychic distress, surrounded by an active psychic control. Effectively... the aura of trauma, surrounded by an aura of control, an abuser. Sometimes we get... more complex pings like those between abusive lovers, and such. So we need to filter them out manually. I often send shadow foxes to go take a look, they take a quick look. See if it's a child, and a guardian. Then they return, and confirm. If it is, we begin the next few weeks. This starts with simply observing them thru electronics. We use electronics around them to receive their psychic projection, and slowly reconstruct what they project to the world, who they project themselves outwards to be. It's not perfect... but most cases are real, and we only focus on the biggest, most serious cases. The worst rot."
He sighs, and continues, "Furthermore, our manpower is limited, so we only do one kid every 5 or 6 weeks. Sadly can't scale it that well yet. My main focus is on making the kits grow up better, than scaling. These operations are mostly to keep the shadow foxes busy, and to help out some... well... abused children, and their abusive caretakers." He smiles maliciously, "Though... I do think the caretakers would disagree about my help... being helpful." He chuckles lightly. "After all, they are being changed into shadow foxes, but one day they will see how helpful I was... my team was. They all do. But the main hope is on the children. One Captain America can change the world after all. The goal is simple. Seed a number of highly competent actors, the kits... children the fox realm raises thru educational performances, to help the world, fix it up. Far more than we can alone."
She is quiet, "I see... but may I ask. Why do all the shadow foxes fall in? I... I've seen them. How they talk about you." He sighs, "Quite simple... I break something they never allowed themselves to see. I let them see themselves as they are... no matter how rotten that thing is. Who would not be grateful for having their rot exposed... at least... after they suffer thru the process of cleaning it. Though recently... the 180 or so Hydra agents we had fall in from that helicarrier was sure something." She is quiet, and sighs, "How... are you so sure your method is right?" Mr. Fox frowns. He says quite simply, "Because the logic checks out I guess. I studied psychology in depth. I understand, and went thru thousands of heads, souls. Hell, I've done soul surgery on shadow foxes whose trauma ran so deeply, they would rather die than change. A few such cases include a murderer, a gang member, and a rapist. But... I've seen human rot... but I've also seen good. I've seen too much to not be correct, and if I am wrong... I am plenty open to being proven such. Shadow Foxes... are good simply because of one thing. A perfectly transparent being can't hide good or evil. But... honestly."
Ally is quiet, as the air grows stiff, and tired. He eventually says with slight sadness, "Shadow Foxes is cheating. The realm literally drags their souls around into that state, forcefully bending their subconscious to have no limits. Though... at this point it's locked into the realm. It's how it is. I wish to have no need for more shadow foxes." Ally sighs deeply, "I see... Ok... well what is next after you have the target... and this? Imprint?" He nods, "Well... these are the imprints. One is the abuser, one is the abused." He snaps his fingers, as orbs of light expand, as murmurs, and voices surround them. She sighs, "I still don't get how you control the realm without singing." He smiles slyly, "Simple... I feel, and project. The realm responds to emotion, not song. Song is just one hell of a way of expressing, and focusing. Also there is the fact the realm half-imprinted onto it as a control mechanism."
She is quiet, as she looks at the pretty balls of light. As one of them seems meek, and forced into specific shapes. While the other seems shaped in a very specific way, unmoving, large. As the aura around them changes to be far... far more charged with pain, and anger. As it shifts, she pulls back slightly in fear. He sighs, "Yeah... it's scary. Always is. These are the leaked emotions, pain, and reasonings of a traumatized individual, and an abuser. In truth... I was always the one that in the end... after stepping into these bubbles said yes or no. That was my main role, beyond singing the musical numbers, and organizing. One reason I wanted a second tether was to make sure I am doing things right. Sure... shadow foxes give ideas, and if they see something wrong... they will refuse to do it unless it's the only option left. But... still. I would feel better if you helped along the way with this. As the goal is simple... help the world with what I have left. This... is quite simply the best idea I had. That is all. I truly can't think of a better one, with what the realm has already solidified into its foundation. That all who enter here must be inverted. Honestly, I do think an inverted soul is the most moral one. Because if you can be inverted and happy... you are moral. If you can't be inverted and happy, you are not. If you are inverted, and can be happy sometimes... you are wrong in some spots, hurt in others. Everyone gets blindness... even shadow foxes. Just their minds have been restructured to constantly work to remove it." She is quiet, as the orbs retract away for a moment, as Mr. Fox stares into the distance. Thinking.
He is quiet for a while. "Quite simply, blindness means you were lying to yourself. Ignoring data, information. Being... blinded. Blind of the fact you are slapping your kid because it makes you feel better, and makes you able to blame them. Blind about the harm it causes. Blind about how much you hated how you were slapped as a kid. Blind about the easily deducible realities that show how horribly this will affect your kid, and how in the future, it's very possible they hate you for it, or become the same as you, and give their kid pain. That... is blindness, and to live without internal blindness, means if you can think something, realize something. You see something. You act on it. That is what it means to be inverted. That's what I concluded to be the most effective method of becoming a good person. At least when I was younger, and I still agree. It's backed into the foundation. It's also not... dumb. The model allows for deep complexity. Some blindness is ok to have. Like conceptual blindness. Not knowing of information. Some blindness is not. Like self-imposed, cancerous blindnesses. It's not... just that inversion equals good... it's that inversion equals seeing good, or bad in perfect transparency. That is all. Once they see it... are forced to see it, think, and feel it. How broken parts of your own self are. You can't help but fix them."
She asks, "What if someone is fully inverted, happy... but still... evil? Wrong?" He smiles, "They can't be. Why? Simple. Structurally speaking... immorality must always show faults. There is always a way to structure yourself to gain more happiness, and why limit yourself to such... small things? To such a small... short-sighted design of a personality? Along with the fact, that even if you see that in the real world... all of it comes from a very well hidden, very hard to crack blindness. It's always a blindness. Every single person I have ever seen, even clinical psychopaths. There is one singular assumption they can't see past, one singular... data they can't integrate. That if integrated... if they break their blindness, results in morality. There are much more complex reasons why I consider emotion, empathy, and all of that something you can reconstruct from logic. But... it's based deeply on my studies of the mind. Minds I can directly see, in more depth than your greatest neuroscientists, and psychologists. I've studied sciences, and more. Honestly speaking... I have a model for the soul, and mind. One that seems to work. One that I will improve as data comes in." She is quiet, then sighs deeply.
"What do you want me to say? S.H.I.E.L.D. is no... moral actor. We kill. We hurt. Even if we do such because we are weak, or sometimes... too stuck in ways. But... I do think your ideas are more advanced than what we currently use. I don't know what else to say really. I just... saw something very... pretty, and pure in your methods when I began this journey. Now I see it's forged in fire, and pain." She sighs deeply, chuckles, replying, "Honestly. Compared to the US legal system, or S.H.I.E.L.D. You are... I guess better." He smiles... "Good... I just wanted to make sure you would not turn your back on such a model. You can learn more about it yourself with time. Prove me wrong one day perhaps. But let's hope it's nothing too crazy, or else the realm's very foundation may have to crack. That is the nature of being inverted... if contradictory data comes... you must integrate. It won't kill us... no. Such things never kill a mind. But... it will not be fun. Regardless, let's get to the reason you came here. Intervention."