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Familial Ties (And How To Break Them) 3/14

NSFW chapter, technically? ~

Alone again. That little habit was something he was going to have to convince her to break. There was nothing preventing him from just joining her, aside from the casual threat of calling his name and banishing him. He'd need to get further into her good graces to prevent that from happening, so barging into her bedroom probably wasn't the best idea in the world at the moment.

Having done a cursory exploration of her apartment, Beetlejuice wandered up to the roof of the building. It was a nice enough night, with dawn lightening the sky. Just being out should've been enough for him, but the brainy little breather had gotten him both hot and bothered. His name from her lips imprinted her voice on him. It didn't help she was cute too, and parading around in a shirt and panties?! Tease! Of course, she had no way of knowing he hadn't gotten laid in he couldn't remember how long -- and he'd deny his forced celibacy if asked! -- so she obviously didn't think anything of it.

Beetlejuice palmed himself though the front of his trousers. With the exception of the worry she was going to banish him, his cock had been semi-erect since he'd arrived. He squeezed a little harder, wondering how much a creep it made him if he whipped it out right here, when Pate's voice caught his attention.

He went to the edge of the roof and looked over; there was a small balcony below him, and an open sliding door that must lead to her bedroom. She was talking to herself . . . he couldn't exactly make out what, but imagining her slipping into her bed with that ridiculous shirt on, and it riding up, and it getting annoying so she took it off, and then she was just in satin panties, and then what's the use of panties if the rest of you is nude, and then she's naked in her bed, and then, then--

His cock had paid rapt attention to his dirty mind. It pressed awkwardly on his fly, begging for some fresh air, and he forgot about being a creep and with quick fingers, opened his trousers and wrapped his hand around his cock.

It wasn't as if he hadn't masturbated lately, but jerking off in the open, in the living world, with a gorgeous woman like ten feet away? That made his cock even harder and his hand quicker. Pulling tight when his fist got to the head and loosening when it was near the base, Beetlejuice groaned lightly in time with his hand.

He wondered what Pate would think--that he was gross, that he was perverted? Would she maybe think it was hot, her name on his lips, fucking his own hand imagining it was her? That'd be something, wouldn't it -- she'd be shocked, then aroused. Maybe she'd watch, then get antsy and want to help . . . her hand on his cock, stroking him . . . then maybe she'd want to feel it in her mouth? That thought made him buck awkwardly and moan a little louder. Her tongue on his shaft, his cock in her mouth--he wouldn't leave her hanging; he'd stop before he came and return the favor. He imagined what her pussy would taste like, and one step further: what sublime ecstasy it would be to slide his cock into her cunt, and fuck her --

His hand substituting for her pussy jerked at a frenzied pace, and in very little time, like he was a horny teenager, his pleasure reached its peak. Also like a horny teenager, his orgasm was fueled by the thought of a woman, and he came in a ropy spurt that arced over the side of the roof. He couldn't care about that; euphoria had taking over his body and he rode it out, until the last of his ejaculate dribbled over his fist. He did his best to keep quiet, but wasn't sure if he succeeded.

Finally, when the waves of pleasure rolled to a stop, Beetlejuice groaned and wiped his face. His hand and dick were a sticky mess. He'd get back to Pate's apartment and find something to clean himself up with. Glancing over the side of the roof, he noted with a grimace he'd managed to christen her balcony with his jizz. Maybe he'd try to clean that up tomorrow, before she noticed. Without even tucking himself away, he snuck back inside.

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Pate was exhausted. She should have dropped off to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but she lay awake, her brain turning the series of unforeseen events over and over. The book of demons, her unanticipated house guest, and this damnable headache! Part of her thought mournfully of Beetlejuice's offer and whether she ought to take him up on it.

Despite all the distractions, she eventually sank into a fitful sleep. At least partly aware that she was dreaming but unable to hold onto any details of what she saw or experienced, Pate tossed and turned, moaning, "Rijl Jauzah al Yusrā". Through it all her temples continued to pound. As if from out of dense fog, she thought that perhaps another voice were moaning in time with her, but it may have been her imagination.

After what seemed like hours her eyes opened again and she sat up with a resigned sigh. She wasn't going to be doing any sleeping today. She cut a glance to the dresser, where her bag sat with the Collectio Infernalia waiting. Oddly it felt as though an invisible string were tugging her gently towards the book.

Switching on her lamp, Pate swung her legs out of bed, crossed to the dresser to retrieve the tome, and returned to sit cross-legged on the bed with the book in her lap. She slid it carefully out of the locked covers and lightly traced her fingertips down the title page. Even though she couldn't read the Latin script, she flipped idly through the book.

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He'd found a towel in the kitchen and wiped himself up, then shoved it back into the drawer he'd found it in. Once again he considered peeking in on his reluctant hostess, but decided not to push his luck. Instead he settled onto her couch and let his mind drift a little.

His ears perked up when he heard her shifting around. It sounded like she'd gotten up? But then went back to bed? He pushed himself off the couch and padded to her bedroom door, where he found soft light shining from under it.

He grinned. She was awake! Maybe she'd like some company . . .

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Pate found her mind clouding as she thumbed carefully through the aged pages, lost in the rhythm of the throbbing in her head and the fluttering of the pages turning. Her eyes burned, her eyelids heavy but unable to close, the woodblock prints that must depict the demons Fuchs had written about blurred by her tiredness.

She turned another page and was surprised to see that the image was sharp and clear, her exhaustion wiped away and her headache abruptly gone. Intrigued, she held the book closer and scrutinized the illustration since she couldn't read the text. But there was one phrase she was able to construe:

"Rijl Jauzah al Yusrā."

She read the words aloud in a murmur to herself. Hadn't she heard those words in her dream? She watched as her fingers traced the illustration, presumably of the demon in question, on the opposite page. As if in a daze Pate heard her voice and felt her mouth moving even though she was not consciously willing it to do so:

 "Rijl Jauzah al Yusrā."

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Beetlejuice heard her mumbling to herself. It wasn't the most clear through a door, but it had the odd cadence of someone trying to wrap their mouth around words they weren't familiar with. That made him cock his head and listen harder, and a chill from the depths of the Netherworld filled him.

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Her heart was beating a little harder in her chest, the fingers of fear reaching sluggishly down from her brain into her chest, squeezing her lungs as if trying to prevent her from saying the words again.

The space around her felt heavy suddenly, like before a thunderstorm and she began panting shallowly as though unable to get enough air. Regardless of her own mounting apprehension, it was as though a hand grasped her delicately by the chin and opened her mouth while another pressed flat and firm against her breastbone, forcing her to exhale the words again:

 "Rijl Jauzah al Yusrā."

Whatever the words meant, the effect was instantaneous. She was about to be sick. Dumping the book onto the rumpled sheets Pate scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom, all but throwing herself onto her knees by the toilet and wrenching the seat up. She was panting hard now, hot saliva flooding her mouth as her stomach twisted painfully. She leaned forward but nothing came up. At least not at first.

She nearly choked with shock and fear when an arm worked its way slowly out of her open mouth, the fingers flexing and the knuckles crackling.

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Those were alarming sounds: indistinct words and the panicked scrambling of someone falling out of bed. The sound of a toilet lid smacking open was sharp too. All that, plus the deep unsettled sensation in his gut made his eyes widen and his mouth sour. A very bad thought wormed into his head.

"Pate? Pate, baby?" he called, resting his head on the door. He wanted to just get in there, but he had to be wrong. There was no way she was reading from that book--!

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Pate could hear her name being called, even through the pounding of her pulse in her ears, and she remembered Beetlejuice in the living room. If not for the indistinct shadowy form, dense as smoke but somehow feeling solid as it crawled up her throat and out her mouth, she would have screamed for him. He might not be able or even willing to do something about whatever was happening, but her terror had surpassed desperation by now.

She tried to stand on wobbling legs even as a second miasmic arm extruded out of her aching jaw and pressed long slender fingers against the closed shower door. Unbalanced and unsteady, Pate staggered against the counter and fell, her eyes widening as the nebulous substance began to solidify into a head.

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"Pate! Pate!" he yelled, forgoing polite knocking to just pound on the door. "What're you doing, baby?! Pate!"

The noise of her crashing into something stilled him for a moment.

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Her throat screamed in protest as the amorphous shape braced one arm against the counter above her head and the other against the floor, gagging and retching at the sensation as it dragged itself fully from out of her mouth.

Hacking coughs wracked her chest, Pate gasping in between for air as tears welled in her eyes and her nose ran, paralyzed with horror and unable to tear her gaze away as the shadowy form stood and began to resolve itself into the form of a tall, slender man dressed in a sleek, tailored three piece suit. His clean-shaven face was ashen, pale as death, his narrowed eyes burning like coals as he looked down the length of his nose at her.

A slow, predatory grin lit his features as he took her in, gasping, blanched, crumpled on the floor at his feet.

"My, my, my," he purred, chuckling in a way that made her skin crawl. "It does feel delicious to be corporeal again! I suppose I ought to thank you, little breather."

 tbc

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The Minds of Plants

At first glance, the Cornish mallow (Lavatera cretica) is little more than an unprepossessing weed. It has pinkish flowers and broad, flat leaves that track sunlight throughout the day. However, it’s what the mallow does at night that has propelled this humble plant into the scientific spotlight. Hours before the dawn, it springs into action, turning its leaves to face the anticipated direction of the sunrise. The mallow seems to remember where and when the Sun has come up on previous days, and acts to make sure it can gather as much light energy as possible each morning. When scientists try to confuse mallows in their laboratories by swapping the location of the light source, the plants simply learn the new orientation.

What does it even mean to say that a mallow can learn and remember the location of the sunrise? The idea that plants can behave intelligently, let alone learn or form memories, was a fringe notion until quite recently. Memories are thought to be so fundamentally cognitive that some theorists argue that they’re a necessary and sufficient marker of whether an organism can do the most basic kinds of thinking. Surely memory requires a brain, and plants lack even the rudimentary nervous systems of bugs and worms.

However, over the past decade or so this view has been forcefully challenged. The mallow isn’t an anomaly. Plants are not simply organic, passive automata. We now know that they can sense and integrate information about dozens of different environmental variables, and that they use this knowledge to guide flexible, adaptive behaviour.

For example, plants can recognise whether nearby plants are kin or unrelated, and adjust their foraging strategies accordingly. The flower Impatiens pallida, also known as pale jewelweed, is one of several species that tends to devote a greater share of resources to growing leaves rather than roots when put with strangers – a tactic apparently geared towards competing for sunlight, an imperative that is diminished when you are growing next to your siblings. Plants also mount complex, targeted defences in response to recognising specific predators. The small, flowering Arabidopsis thaliana, also known as thale or mouse-ear cress, can detect the vibrations caused by caterpillars munching on it and so release oils and chemicals to repel the insects.

Plants also communicate with one another and other organisms, such as parasites and microbes, using a variety of channels – including ‘mycorrhizal networks’ of fungus that link up the root systems of multiple plants, like some kind of subterranean internet. Perhaps it’s not really so surprising, then, that plants learn and use memories for prediction and decision-making.

What does learning and memory involve for a plant? An example that’s front and centre of the debate is vernalisation, a process in which certain plants must be exposed to the cold before they can flower in the spring. The ‘memory of winter’ is what helps plants to distinguish between spring (when pollinators, such as bees, are busy) and autumn (when they are not, and when the decision to flower at the wrong time of year could be reproductively disastrous).

In the biologists’ favourite experimental plant, A thaliana, a gene called FLC produces a chemical that stops its little white blooms from opening. However, when the plant is exposed to a long winter, the by-products of other genes measure the length of time it has been cold, and close down or repress the FLC in an increasing number of cells as the cold persists. When spring comes and the days start to lengthen, the plant, primed by the cold to have low FLC, can now flower. But to be effective, the anti-FLC mechanism needs an extended chilly spell, rather than shorter periods of fluctuating temperatures.

This involves what’s called epigenetic memory. Even after vernalised plants are returned to warm conditions, FLC is kept low via the remodelling of what are called chromatin marks. These are proteins and small chemical groups that attach to DNA within cells and influence gene activity. Chromatin remodelling can even be transmitted to subsequent generations of divided cells, such that these later produced cells ‘remember’ past winters. If the cold period has been long enough, plants with some cells that never went through a cold period can still flower in spring, because the chromatin modification continues to inhibit the action of FLC.

But is this really memory? Plant scientists who study ‘epigenetic memory’ will be the first to admit that it’s fundamentally different from the sort of thing studied by cognitive scientists. Is this use of language just metaphorical shorthand, bridging the gap between the familiar world of memory and the unfamiliar domain of epigenetics? Or do the similarities between cellular changes and organism-level memories reveal something deeper about what memory really is?

Both epigenetic and ‘brainy’ memories have one thing in common: a persistent change in the behaviour or state of a system, caused by an environmental stimulus that’s no longer present. Yet this description seems too broad, since it would also capture processes such as tissue damage, wounding or metabolic changes. Perhaps the interesting question isn’t really whether or not memories are needed for cognition, but rather which types of memories indicate the existence of underlying cognitive processes, and whether these processes exist in plants. In other words, rather than looking at ‘memory’ itself, it might be better to examine the more foundational question of how memories are acquired, formed or learned.

When the plant was dropped from a height, it learned that this was harmless and didn’t demand a folding response.

‘The plants remember,’ said the behavioural ecologist Monica Gagliano in a recent radio interview, ‘they know exactly what’s going on.’ Gagliano is a researcher at the University of Western Australia, who studies plants by applying behavioural learning techniques developed for animals. She reasons that if plants can produce the results that lead us to believe other organisms can learn and remember, we should similarly conclude that plants share these cognitive capacities. One form of learning that’s been studied extensively is habituation, in which creatures exposed to an unexpected but harmless stimulus (a noise, a flash of light) will have a cautionary response that slowly diminishes over time. Think of entering a room with a humming refrigerator: it’s initially annoying, but usually you’ll get used to it and perhaps not even notice after a while. True habituation is stimulus-specific, so with the introduction of a different and potentially dangerous stimulus, the animal will be re-triggered. Even in a humming room, you will probably startle at the sound of a loud bang. This is called dishabituation, and distinguishes genuine learning from other kinds of change, such as fatigue.

In 2014, Gagliano and her colleagues tested the learning capacities of a little plant called Mimosa pudica, a creeping annual also known as touch-me-not. Its name comes from the way its leaves snap shut defensively in response to a threat. When Gagliano and her colleagues dropped M pudica from a height (something the plant would never have encountered in its evolutionary history), the plants learned that this was harmless and didn’t demand a folding response. However, they maintained responsiveness when shaken suddenly. Moreover, the researchers found that M pudica’s habitation was also context-sensitive. The plants learnt faster in low-lit environments, where it was more costly to close their leaves because of the scarcity of light and the attendant need to conserve energy. (Gagliano’s research group was not the first to apply behavioural learning approaches to plants such as M pudica, but earlier studies were not always well-controlled so findings were inconsistent.)

But what about more complex learning? Most animals are also capable of conditioned or associative learning, in which they figure out that two stimuli tend to go hand in hand. This is what allows you to train your dog to come when you whistle, since the dog comes to associate that behaviour with treats or affection. In another study, published in 2016, Gagliano and colleagues tested whether Pisum sativum, or the garden pea, could link the movement of air with the availability of light. They placed seedlings at the base of a Y-maze, to be buffeted by air coming from only one of the forks – the brighter one. The plants were then allowed to grow into either fork of the Y-maze, to test whether they had learned the association. The results were positive – showing that the plants learned the conditioned response in a situationally relevant manner.

The evidence is mounting that plants share some of the treasured learning capacities of animals. Why has it taken so long to figure this out? We can start to understand the causes by running a little experiment. Take a look at this image. What does it depict?

Most people will respond either by naming the general class of animals present (‘dinosaurs’) and what they are doing (‘fighting’, ‘jumping’), or if they are dinosaur fans, by identifying the specific animals (‘genus Dryptosaurus’). Rarely will the mosses, grasses, shrubs and trees in the picture get a mention – at most they might be referred to as the background or setting to the main event, which comprises the animals present ‘in a field’.

In 1999, the biology educators James Wandersee and Elisabeth Schussler called this phenomenon plant blindness – a tendency to overlook plant capacities, behaviour and the unique and active environmental roles that they play. We treat them as part of the background, not as active agents in an ecosystem.

Some reasons for plant blindness are historical – philosophical hangovers from long-dismantled paradigms that continue to infect our thinking about the natural world. Many researchers still write under the influence of Aristotle’s influential notion of the scala naturae, a ladder of life, with plants at the bottom of the hierarchy of capacity and value, and Man at the peak. Aristotle emphasised the fundamental conceptual divide between immobile, insensitive plant life, and the active, sensory realm of animals. For him, the divide between animals and humankind was just as stark; he didn’t think animals thought, in any meaningful way. After the reintroduction of such ideas into Western European education in the early 1200s and throughout the Renaissance, Aristotelean thinking has remained remarkably persistent.

It’s often adaptive for humans to treat plants as object-like, or simply filter them out.

Today, we might call this systematic bias against non-animals zoochauvinism. It’s well-documented in the education system, in biology textbooks, in publication trends, and media representation. Furthermore, children growing up in cities tend to lack exposure to plants through interactive observation, plant care, and a situated plant appreciation and knowledge by acquaintance.

Particularities of the way our bodies work – our perceptual, attentional and cognitive systems – contribute to plant blindness and biases. Plants don’t usually jump out at us suddenly, present an imminent threat, or behave in ways that obviously impact upon us. Empirical findings show that they aren’t detected as often as animals, they don’t capture our attention as quickly, and we forget them more readily than animals. It’s often adaptive to treat them as object-like, or simply filter them out. Furthermore, plant behaviour frequently involves chemical and structural changes that are simply too small, too fast or too slow for us to perceive without equipment.

As we are animals ourselves, it’s also easier for us to recognise animal-like behaviour as behaviour. Recent findings in robotics indicate that human participants are more likely to attribute properties such as emotion, intentionality and behaviour to systems when those systems conform to animal or human-like behaviour. It seems that, when we’re deciding whether to interpret behaviour as intelligent, we rely on anthropomorphic prototypes. This helps to explain our intuitive reluctance to attribute cognitive capacities to plants.

But perhaps prejudice is not the only reason that plant cognition has been dismissed. Some theorists worry that concepts such as ‘plant memory’ are nothing but obfuscating metaphors. When we try to apply cognitive theory to plants in a less vague way, they say, it seems that plants are doing something quite unlike animals. Plant mechanisms are complex and fascinating, they agree, but not cognitive. There’s a concern that we’re defining memory so broadly as to be meaningless, or that things such as habituation are not, in themselves, cognitive mechanisms.

One way of probing the meaning of cognition is to consider whether a system trades in representations. Generally, representations are states that are about other things, and can stand in for those things. A set of coloured lines can form a picture representing a cat, as does the word ‘cat’ on this page. States of the brain are also generally taken to represent parts of our environment, and so to enable us to navigate the world around us. When things go awry with our representations, we might represent things that aren’t there at all, such as when we hallucinate. Less drastically, sometimes we get things slightly wrong, or misrepresent, parts of the world. I might mishear lyrics in amusing ways (sometimes called ‘mondegreens’), or startle violently thinking that a spider is crawling on my arm, when it’s only a fly. The capacity to get it wrong in this way, to misrepresent something, is a good indication that a system is using information-laden representations to navigate the world; that is, that it’s a cognitive system.

When we create memories, arguably we retain of some of this represented information for later use ‘offline’. The philosopher Francisco Calvo Garzón at the University of Murcia in Spain has argued that, for a physical state or mechanism to be representational, it must ‘stand for things or events that are temporarily unavailable’. The capacity for representations to stand in for something that’s not there, he claims, is the reason that memory is taken to be the mark of cognition. Unless it can operate offline, a state or mechanism is not genuinely cognitive.

The mallow learns a new location when plant physiologists mess with its ‘head’ by changing the light’s direction.

On the other hand, some theorists allow that certain representations can only operate ‘online’ – that is, they represent and track parts of the environment in real time. The mallow’s nocturnal capacity to predict where the Sun will rise, before it even appears, seems to involve ‘offline’ representations; other heliotropic plants, which track the Sun only while it is moving across the sky, arguably involve a kind of ‘online’ representation. Organisms that use only such online representation, theorists say, might still be cognitive. But offline processes and memory provide stronger evidence that organisms are not just responding reflexively to their immediate environment. This is particularly important for establishing claims about organisms that we are not intuitively inclined to think are cognitive – such as plants.

Is there evidence that plants do represent and store information about their environment for later use? During the day, the mallow uses motor tissue at the base of its stalks to turn its leaves towards the Sun, a process that’s actively controlled by changes in water pressure inside the plant (called turgor). The magnitude and direction of the sunlight is encoded in light-sensitive tissue, spread over the mallow’s geometric arrangement of leaf veins, and stored overnight. The plant also tracks information about the cycle of day and night via its internal circadian clocks, which are sensitive to environmental cues that signal dawn and dusk.

Overnight, using information from all these sources, the mallow can predict where and when the Sun will rise the next day. It might not have concepts such as ‘the Sun’ or ‘sunrise’, but it stores information about the light vector and day/night cycles that allows it to reorient its leaves before dawn so that their surfaces face the Sun as it climbs in the sky. This also allows it to re-learn a new location when plant physiologists mess with its ‘head’ by changing the direction of the light source. When the plants are shut in the dark, the anticipatory mechanism also works offline for a few days. Like other foraging strategies, this is about optimising available resources – in this case, sunlight.

Does this mechanism count as a ‘representation’ – standing in for parts of the world that are relevant to the plant’s behaviour? Yes, in my view. Just as neuroscientists try to uncover the mechanisms in nervous systems in order to understand the operation of memory in animals, plant research is beginning to unravel the memory substrates that allow plants to store and access information, and use that memory to guide behaviour.

Plants are a diverse and flexible group of organisms whose extraordinary capacities we are only just beginning to understand. Once we expand the vista of our curiosity beyond animal and even plant kingdoms – to look at fungi, bacteria, protozoa – we might be surprised to find that many of these organisms share many of the same basic behavioural strategies and principles as us, including the capacity for kinds of learning and memory.

To make effective progress, we need to pay careful attention to plant mechanisms. We need to be clear about when, how and why we are using metaphor. We need to be precise about our theoretical claims. And where the evidence points in a direction, even when it is away from common consensus, we need to boldly follow where it leads. These research programmes are still in their infancy, but they will no doubt continue to lead to new discoveries that challenge and expand human perspectives on plants, blurring some of the traditional boundaries that separated the plant and animal realms.

Of course, it’s a stretch of the imagination to try to think about what thinking might even mean for these organisms, lacking as they do the brain(mind)/body(motor) divide. However, by pushing ourselves, we might end up expanding the concepts – such as ‘memory’, ‘learning’ and ‘thought’ – that initially motivated our enquiry. Having done so, we see that in many cases, talk of plant learning and memory is not just metaphorical, but also matter-of-fact. Next time you stumble upon a kerbside mallow bobbing in the sunlight, take a moment to look at it with new eyes, and to appreciate the window this little weed provides into the extraordinary cognitive capacities of plants.

Laura Ruggles is a philosophy PhD candidate at the University of Adelaide in Australia.

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