#ANYWAY theres something to be said about being picked out of a crowd and acknowledged publicly for these two

[dykedivorce]

HACKS | 1x10 // 2x08

[unproduciblesmackdown]

yallnve realized by now that this is a fulltime 100% narnia blog...and as i havent slept since finding out someone somewhere was set on making "the silver chair" into a movie & the dynamic world of narnalysis is the best i can offer,

first of all im like.........ya rly gonna just jump into the silv chair!! im not really interested w the details on what anyone plans to do with the content b/c i donno, ive never been really interested in the book. not because its like bad or anything, actually it's probably the most cinematic in terms of things actually happening at a steady rate. i just like what i like, maybe because its sort of lower scale? whatever. its not like its hard to make into a movie i dont think, is what im saying. that would be either the horse and his boy or prince caspian, probably the latter b/c like a genuine 1/3 of it is an expository flashback. but all of the books are bit tricky to adapt coz theyre just short, you have to pad basically all of them in some way or another. but sure. silver chair. w/e

the thing is that you Have to assume despite starting afresh that theyre doing this one since the first three books have been recently filmed? and this being the fourth. but How Are You Going To Just Jump Into This One. thats an awful lot of exposition thats being built on, at this point in the game we're neck deep in the Lore. you'd really just have to have read the previous books or at least seen the movies. are they counting on the audience to have done that? but at the same time its really not fair to fully rely on that. in the book you can go "read the other books" and wave it off in a sentence of "and then they explained it all" which does tend to happen in the actual text a fair amt. its a bit awkward in movie form though? its a plot point right off that eustace knows who prince/king caspian is. so then you have to sum up dawn treader. and that has to do with what happened in prince caspian, in which the plot of lww is pretty important. like, alright, possibly you could just explain tvotdt & take it from the perspective of the girl who doesnt know crap about narnia yet? but thats not nearly as good a starting point as lww. on account of that ones meant to be a starting point! i'll see scholastic / any publishings that try to push magician's nephew as the first book In Hell, frankly. strongest narnpinion right there. the published order over the chronological order

anyways i'm sure it can be figured out, its just.......Interesting to think how the silver chair intro might be made into Intro To Narnia v.2.0? will they even try or will it be "ok but seriously just have read the books or whatever before you come in here." mystery unfolds

another thing thats interesting is that lww is clearly abt like, hey kids here's a version of the resurrection for you. whereas silver chair doesnt have anything to do w any Biblical Events at all (tho of course neither does prince caspian, tvotdt, or the horse & his boy). it is instead about how atheists will try to steal your firstborns for.................reasons. (no reason, theyre just evil.) this one is just a major amplified version of another particularly ridiculous CS Lewis Apologism Favorite that runs through the books: that when it comes to having no Faith (in aslan but you know also the abrahamic god) everyone who doubts aslan/god is like, actively lying to themselves, because they have that Gut Feeling telling themself that their faith is not only whats righteous but also whats true. the gut feeling of truth is a big theme in the books, shit hinges on it all the time and makes doubt all Clearly Sinful instead of a reasonable result of aslan effing off for centuries or whatever. and speaking of, god only knows if lewis is really suggesting that real life doubt or nonreligiousness is 100% populated by people who are clenching their fists like "i know in my heart jesus is real but i dont want to believe it so i won't, damnit!" which yknow makes no sense for like....life, and uh? i dont know what its supposed to mean for like....other religions? i dont think he's about putting the nuance that not every concept of religious Faith is the same as in christianity into this book, i dunno abt his thoughts irl. lord knows its a mystery how he thinks that "if jesus wasnt lying and jesus wasnt Insane then christianity is real" argument means anything. nothing in the world fits that argument for finding out if something is true or not........and also it hinges on that concept of "insanity" which......like.......i'm sure is all about nice 1940s ideas of how "insane" people act. its shit, throw it out, i mean. and besides? as though theres a Logic argument to prove christianity as truth? have you just Solved religion, lewis? have you? sometimes, i swear..

anyhow so in the silver chair its just a big ol festival of his "atheists are lying to themselves" and "atheism starts by someone who Knows The Truth (jesus is real) lying to others, likely aka the devil or whatever, and the stand-in for the devil is a witch again." and lewis really seems fond of the allegory of the cave. smh! like, in that allegory "knowing" that your faith is true is impossible! but youre also out here arguing its logically provable? and don't forget the gut feelings thing. but it makes NO sense for him to drop it into this book universe because in this allegory the prince captured by atheists & the protags are people who have hopped into the cave and seen the sun and shit!! they dont need to be the people who have only ever seen shadows who need to be convinced that an outside world can exist!!! bitch!!! get your allegory in order. silver chair just.....lord. the lying babysnatching atheists

a n y w a y s . . . thats a weird conflict to put in your third act, and its also a weird argument to make re christianity, that even though you acknowledge its impossible to know that your faith is in something thats real, you're willing to risk it? its sort of like that idea that you might as well be religious even if you dont "believe" any religion is true, because you lose nothing and potentially gain both comfort in life and reward in an afterlife. but its kind of a big deal in christianity that you're supposed to believe that what you believe in Is Literally Real. maybe apologists are allowed to do that sort of thing in their arguments, i suppose. its like in the last battle where he has a dude who believes in another deity accepted into the christian afterlife b/c despite a lack of belief, his virtuous nature is, from a practical standpoint, accepted to be for all intents and purposes to be equivalent to having believed in the christian god, like if he happened to follow all other rules except the Believing In Jesus one then he's good to go anyhow. interesting in that its also supposed to be pretty vital in christianity that one has to accept jesus as god in order to be Saved all up into heaven! i suppose that guy in the book was meant to have been converted right before death or whatever. at that point its very unclear who is exactly dead or not, but probably everyone. still, aslan clearly makes the argument that "basically you might as well have been believing in me, so you're good to go." fascinating stuff. another one to ask lewis abt

uhhhh another point is that i think theyre intending to make other movies also? but not all four remaining ones!! and if i had to guess which one they'd be leaving out uhh lets say....the horse & his boy....................which conveniently is the other sort of sparsely plotted one. two kids ride horses towards narnia, briefly have to have a shenanigansy undercover sneak through a crowded city, ride towards narnia some more, and then one of them stays at some guys house while the other kid goes into narnian battle where he himself doesnt actually do anything, but that fact is described pretty funnily. its still sort of a fun one, on account of the sneaking around hijinx, and the fact that it happens to give ANY of the details of what tf the pevensies did for like the twenty years they reigned over narnia's golden age which the lww just tells you absolutely n o t h i n g about! the answer is: a lot of battling probably, on account of narnia went from being ruled for a century by someone who could kill you in a second and also why would you have invaded narnia at that time, it wouldve been like trying to invade russia. but then a bunch of kids took the throne and upended the whole system and the snow went away, it seems like a destabilizey time to invade or whatever. imo. but then again they mightve bought themselves a few years on account of aslan having shown up and all. but lbr, they were just put into battle right off and coronated three seconds later, theres no reason on that front that they wouldnt shy away from having more battles. and the books said there were a lot of battles. and in thahb, its like, well we've been battling a lot lately and now we're in shenanigans and we'll just have to battle our way out of it, which they absolutely do. edmund straight up decapitates a guy. how ARE they supposed to just transition immediately into english schoolchildren after a couple decades of that mess??? they even have the fancy courtly speech. its magic i suppose

the point is its kind of a fun book, oh also, aslan is TOP shenanigans in this one. he straight up actually attacks one of the protagonists, for Reasons, but still. not that he doesn't murder the pevensies in the last book. i mean, i guess you could argue that its just like Divine Coincidence where what with the unaligned timelines betwixt england and narnia, aslan couldve just picked the moment everyone was gonna die anyway and just tossed them over to X point in time in narnia. but I Donno.....im kinda with that university student who's stressing about whether aslan cause ww2 for the purpose of sending the pevensies to the wardrobe. like, that train accident that killed everybody killed four people on the platform & five people on the train in different carriages and everything, or maybe the numbers are switched because i dont remember where lucy was. im saying, that was a hell of a crash. but sure. anyhow, even more fun, aslan appears as a cat to the Other protag while he's spending a night on the edge of the wilderness, and scratches him for saying he once threw rocks at a stray cat. like, hard #same, aslan!!! wtf dude why arent YOU being claimed by satan

whats also fun is that it doesn't really take place in narnia, which is also the reason besides pacing that you wouldnt really want to make this one into a film? because uhhhh the whole worldbuilding lewis crapt upon everyone for calormen is clearly racist as fuccck. if you arent already familiar with all the books (namely this one and i suppose the last battle) then its like.....i guess its some sort of vague notion of the ottoman empire? its really just a mashup of any number of white-english-variety racist notions. everyone is brown, is it an inaccurate stab at an amorphous amalgam of middle eastern culture? east asian? are people islamic or hindu? just try and guess what he was going for because its just. not based on anyone needing to know anything about reality. lewis was against seasoning food i guess, because it will mention i guess like, people cooking with onions like the heathens they are. (spoilers: this country just exists in the narniaverse to represent Those Heathens). its not necessarily an Evil place, they are noble savages ok!! with their formal seriousness and cutthroat customs.......b/c they are not as advanced and peaceful as the white northern christians, see. closer to the less developed violence of their inherently backwards ways and Cruel Society reigned by violence DONT CONVERT OR YOU'LL DIE, KIDS. but also.....you wont be white? the reason of calormens existence is really never explained. telmarines came from englandverse on accident thru a magic portal just lying around, possibly thats whats meant to have happened there too? its never attempted to be explained. anyways its basically the intro to the disney aladdin.

lewis is entirely inconsistent and self contradictory all throughout the series for the sake of the authors convenience. this is part of what makes the stories fun and the worldbuilding charming. it is also what allows him to pull stunts that have you pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation and writing out essays to try to figure out how narnia is supposed to work. it is also what allows him, five books in, to be like, "here is the country to the south where the demon-worshipping gross scary brown uncivilized folk sit around hating narnia and confirming any racist notion you have about any nonwhite nonchristian country or culture." thanks, clive

its of course ludicrous and, of course, the protagonist shasta just so happens to be white despite being raised calormene. spoilers, he is narnian. or really from archenland, which isnt narnia but is still white and pro-narnia so its alright. i mean, technically narnia is allied with calormen at all points in time of the series? calormen just quietly tries an invasion in that book and also in the last book. so thats interesting. i suppose lewis is anti-crusades, which is big of him. the pevs arent out here trying to conquer calormen and convert them to narnianism. so that must not be the Destiny of the true christian? or are we meant to believe calormenes are beyond help? shasta who is of course secretly not "really" calormene is still representing someone undergoing "conversion," yet again, the guy is white. i suppose being brown is whats hopeless?

theres an inadvertently laughable line at the start of the book where a calormene expositorially points out that shasta is white by comparing him to the "accursed but beautiful" narnians. who are all white? is he just talking about the pevensies? the archenlanders (i cant remember where theyre meant to have come from either.) are like, all humanoid narnian natives white?? wtf, aslan. anyways, the dialogue is unnatural and funny enough, but its also like.....ok lewis, we got it, whiteness is the standard for all universes and everyone wishes they were white. stupid, sexy narnians.

what alllllmost suggests that being a poc isnt an automatic fastpass to hell is that im fairly sure the second protagonist aravis is a nonwhite calormene?? i dont remember it ever saying she was "fair" like the narnians the way the book immediately points out that shasta is. she is of course escaping an arranged marriage (the calormene plot to sort of vaguely try to invade narnia is also based on forcing susan to marry a dude she doesnt like yet who she apparently genuinely considered as a suitor when he wasnt acting like a jerk? so not only a dude who isnt white but a dude who isnt aslanian christian. its a whole complicating element to just toss out in this otherwise flat af worldbuilding, dude!! not to mention? despite the battles and shit, susan was out here considering marriage? how absolutely fucked up would it have been if any of them married and then effed off back to england. moving along) but she is from the start portrayed as equally sympathetically as shasta and nothing about her is pointed out as being Bad and Reprehensible, which the narration has no qualms about doing. she even gets to spend some time with her calormene friend, who is not exactly meant to be as sympathetic or noble but certainly isnt portrayed as at all evil. like...theres at least the occasional exception apparently, in which maybe not every person is inherently evil and violent and cruel. who knows

also aravis definitely later marries the white protag?? but apparently interracial marriage isnt entirely Unthinkable here. wait, also, aravis claims to be somehow a direct descendant of the calormene god tash? first of all, is that true, comma, possible? in the last book its confirmed that tash is real, albeit, like, a demon. dunno what c.s. is telling us with that one. is aravis related to a demon. we can only guess on account of the theme of Inconsistency

anyways. i suppose you could make it into a movie if you just threw out the racist shit. but the "calormen is also distinguished from narnia via its religion" element is also a touch janky. can it be thrown out too? if they intend to produce the last battle, will it be thrown out then. it kind of comes up again. if you get rid of those elements though, the stakes get a little blurrier and more political and more "wait well why would they have any beef with each other in the first place" if you cant just easily point out that the calormenes are shaking their fists at the narnians and their demon worship and their jealousy at not being white. again, are all centaurs white or something? wtf

truly calormene is the most racist ass shit in the whole series, but the concept comes up in less painfully direct ways other times, too. why are there native species in narnia that are considered inherently evil?? sure, the white witch as the stand-in for the devil wasn't originally from narnia. was she creating shit too? i dont remember what she was up to on account of i havent read the magicians nephew in a hot minute. i know they had to take a pegasus into a garden of eden type shit to smoke her out of wherever she was lurking for some reason or another. still. whys there whole types of creatures who are universally and unilaterally condemned? i know we're meant to believe that they just have evil intent according to their nature, but uh....theres no point at which any of these creatures are given a chance? maybe they served the white witch because she was nice to them for once. you're not given the chance to know. EXCEPT for the fact that you get shit like: giants are evil save for the occasional exception, like in lww when a "good" giant is described as having like, a long family line, and "traditions." not like Those Sorts. they do talk in like prince caspian and shit, when their numbers are miserable and theyre discussing tactics, whether to get help from the gross hags and harpies and etc and ppl will talk about Those People and Sorts and Rabble and its like...jfc. b/c apparently sommme of them can be decent! if theyre a giant or whatever. and meanwhile the dwarfs are always chaotic neutral or whatever. not believing in aslan but not necessarily being anti-narnia coz they live there. but sometimes being good guys!! but sometimes being bad guys, and jadis was cool to them apparently. like.................theres definitely cases of Types of narnians who fall outside the "born good / born bad" system, and thats pretty fucked. wolves too? theyre the Talking Beasts aslan definitely created, but on the side of the white witch? how was she having trees be on her side, too? whats going on around here. whats the moral meant to be. smh

uhh well anyhow, you could do a nice essay on gender re narnia. on account of sometimes its staleass typical sexist tropes like uhh, say,, the devil stand-ins keep being women? witches, ok. and the idea of "women need to be protected as pure creatures" as a basic sexist notion, and even lewis taking a relatively subdued jab at the idea of calling that sexist. susan being the miniature mom character type, and of course the infamous last battle bit where, in an attempt to describe her lack of spirituality as a self-insert of what lewis considered his own period of fake maturity via rejection of christianity, she's of course not only described as not believing in narnia (which????? what is anyone supposed to make of that. again, in the allegory of the cave shit, she's been outside the cave!!! she lived in narnia for YEARS AND YEARS and then WENT BACK. how are we supposed to believe she just convinced herself it wasnt literally real? its not quite the same as someone losing their faith in christianity.) but as like, wearing makeup, damn her. even if he wasnt trying to make the point that "look at boys and go to hell" which, i suppose he couldnt, as in narnia susan was being courted just fine as queen, yet i suppose also she didnt marry anyone—anyways, of course its still sexist to slight the way she decides to dress as some form of false maturity, even if its meant to be metaphor. just clumsy af & not great when again, devils are always witches around here. and being younger is to be more spiritually pure which like............mmm ok. this is sort of another one of those weirdly sexless fantasy universes, why do those keep happening. i mean sure this is a christian fairy tale for kids. but nobody even gets married save for in the last paragraphs of a couple books. its left a bit ambiguous whether thats even spiritually acceptable in the narnia rules, unless its to Continue the Line a la the telmarine monarchy from caspian the first to tirian the whateverth. hm

but also of course you get the young girl characters being...somewhat almost allowed to fight (archery mainly) but anyways at least being given equal status to the boys who are there also. theres even mention of once apparently narnia being ruled by a queen w no kings around. fantastic. and theres some non-witch lady characters on occasion. the human characters are where the dynamics are most at, i suppose, but anyways this at least has some nuance & at times seems to go just a bit beyond what you might expect from some old dude in the 50s. still not that surprising or innovative, but not completely flat, and seeming to contain at least a little reflection upon the topic

the essay of race re: narnia would be really short though. Its Racist Af. if you threw classism in too, you might get a bit more length out of it. but really its just so flat in this subject, and totally needless. there's the fact that even narnia is ruled by white english people but.....you can really do without juxtaposing this with the heinous nonwhite country somewhere over there. the rest of the books operate just fine w/o this

tolkien mentioned HIS scary brown backwards civilization to the south a lot more fleetingly in lotr but its....v much the same worldbuilding as narnia??? aka middle earth is pretty much an imaginary proto-england where you dont want to go too far east or south or you run into dangerous &/or inherently evil territory!! ok, jrr.....who was the other people in the inklings?? what did they write. could no one rein these guys in. coz lewis is over here with his Alternate Universe england. with uhhhh wilderness to the north and west and the dangerous evilish racismland to the south. and the ocean and dont forget narnia is a flat earth to the east. also? why are the lone islands like that. can aslan take care of some of that shit. for gods sake. anyways. the all-white good guys / evil poc should be thrown out of everything, thats not what makes the worldbuilding in either lotr or chronarnia at all interesting. yet is it is surely a subsection of the inherent Englishness of both examples........it warrants analysis but not "carrying on into films or anything based on either's precedence in the fantasy genre."

god who knows what im talking about at this point. im just saying "if they arent looking to even bother trying to wrangle the horse and his boy into something not ludicrously racist then i wouldnt be at all surprised." still, do you suppose theres like a curse where unless all narnia books are given some sort of film adaptation, the world won't know peace? more likely the world would end, maybe. the curse of clive. i dont really remember but that elder bbc series sure didnt cover the whole saga

well this is long enough but lets all set off in more endless, doomed narnalysis, such as

my thesis on trying to figure out what. the Fuck any reader is supposed to make out of edmund's role in the lww

whats the deal with merpeople?!

where are all these witches coming from, anyways

seriously if the narnians were just less murderous to the Undesirable species would they have been on the pro-aslan side all along

if there was only two humans staying in narnia at its birth, wouldnt their line like, die out immediately with their kid.

where did the archenlanders come from

where did the calormenes come from

oh yeah and like. are we seriously meant to believe that, at the end of the world, when aslan reveals that being goodnatured supercedes having the Wrong Religion, there is only one calormene in all of a) current existence and b) history who fits the bill? really. why even bring it up, then.

how did narnians react to their four monarchs completely disappearing......for real.....and what happened to the line to the throne?? was there just no ruler until the telmarines came in and took things over for the rest of the few centuries or whatevs.

when was that deep magic in lww written? at the start of narnia? coz thats the magicians nephew. again, how tf did the white witch get any leverage in that one. how was that supposed to be a good idea. wtf. see my thesis

whats the white witch supposed to represent as a stand-in for the devil? not helping that i dont remember the details of magicians nephew for shit, but she's definitely in the Multiverse lore of narnia as being from a different world as narnia and england. wtf is like...her nature

how weird is it in narnia that you have a god who drops in confused alien children to both go on personal journeys and save the world? is narnia-aslan/earth-jesus also dropping other children from other worlds into other other worlds? via other forms? hmm

lewis is all but inviting us the readers to be filling in the blanks with narnia fic. he's basically like, outright actually inviting fic with people wanting to speculate what happens with susan, who must inevitably return to narnia as lewis intends her to represent his own departure from (and obvious inevitable return to) christianity

a weird detail that is also never elaborated on: in addition to the narrator freely inserting loads of opinions into the narration, there's a time or two its made clear that like, the narrator has gotten this info from interviewing the characters. how'd you know about that last battle, "they all died and this happened in the afterlife" shit, huh. just another weird element

sussing out other lewispinions, like how he hates all schools apparently

narnia vs middle earth!! both quasi englands, both pre industrialization, both with christ figures running around some more than others, both with the need for rightful kings, totally different roles for humans tho. well, thats the whole comparison

and, inevitably, more.

[wellmeaningshutin]

Short Story #22: Objectification.

Written: 1/16/2017

Hubert had thought his dreams would finally come true after he constructed the “Perfect Woman” since he had spent most of his life bitter and alone, this was his chance to finally have somebody who would love him unconditionally. The idea came about after his 10 year high school reunion, when he expected to be able to show off his elite robotics engineering job, but instead was only reminded of the bullying he had went through. It was too hard for him to even get a word out because nobody would listen, they would just bring up his old nickname “the Mole”, which hurt in two ways because it referred to the hideous, overgrown mole on his face, and also his mole-like appearance. At one point one of his bullies asked “Why is the mole above ground? Poor thing is out of his natural environment” which led to a small crowd to form, made up of his tormentors who were still attractive, many with beautiful wives and girlfriends. They all began mocking Hubert and chanted “Buy the mole! Bury the mole!” just like the way they did in high school, and so two large men-one a used car salesman and the other a chauffeur-picked up the poor guy and stuffed him into a trash can. He quit his job after he caught a flight back to the city where he lived, and since he had a hefty amount of money saved up he decided to work on a project that would fix his life, and thus he began working on the “perfect woman”.

Her appearance was based off of almost every girl who rejected him (which was also every girl he had attempted to ask out), the pop stars whose music videos he had masturbated to, and, for some strange reason, an old photograph he once saw of his aunt from when she was in her 20’s. He copied methods used to make sex dolls, he had enough of his own for reference, and he made sure her body was proportionate to one. The vagina was electric powered and vibrated. Her personality was taken from a large amount of characters from Japanese dating simulators, quotes and interviews of famous actresses and pop stars, works of various philosophers (he needed somebody to talk to), and he made sure that she would be very capable of love. The whole project took up three years of his life, but it was a great success due to his genius in the field, and the fact that he had stolen some research from his previous job.

Before he powered her up, oh how divine she looked, he decided that he would have to go out and make himself presentable. Three years of his life went into the project so he didn’t want to waste anymore time, he was to propose to her on the spot. He went and got his hair groomed and taken care of, it was wild and overgrown over the course of his labors, he made sure to buy presentable clothing, walked out of a clothing store happily in a three-piece, brown, pinstripe suit with matching wingtip shoes, he bought a large and expensive diamond ring that would slide right onto her elegant fingers, and, on his final stop, he drank half a bottle of rose wine outside of a grocery store to calm his nerves.

Dapperly he returned, drunk on love and wine, and he sung a tune-terrible but straight from his heart-as he powered up the woman that he was proud to make his wife. Slowly blinking open, her eyes looked around the room and then eventually focused on him, and although he thought he saw the look of displeasure he had faith in his ability to make her love, so he dropped on one knee, held out the ring, stammered out the question that made her laugh. Swatting the ring out of her face, she got off the lab table while saying “Flattering, but I hardly know you, and I don’t think you’re my type at all.” As he put his hands over his head, rocking himself to muffle his screams of agony, she began to wander around the room, observing the contents and lab equipment. “What is this place?”

At these words he shot up off the floor, pointing a finger in the air, declaring “Its my home-our home!” He tried to take a couple steps towards her, wanting to embrace his creation in an attempt to recalibrate her love sensors, but she held him off with one hand.

“Seriously, no. I’m sorry but I’m not into you, and honestly you’re starting to creep me out.”

Tears welled and Hubert was at an impasse, he didn’t know what to say to her. “Buh-buh-buh…” A lump of raw emotion was welling up in his throat, but his illusions of love gave him enough strength to fight it down so he could set things straight, “But I’m you’re creator! I made you as my wife and you have to marry me! Its not fair its not fair!”

For the first time she started to understand the situation, her eyes saw the crummy apartment, its lab equipment, the hentai games and celebrity gossip magazines, for the first time. A nod of understanding was given to the pathetic creature she was holding at bay, and she simply said, “Where’s the exit?”

Anger replaced his sadness, Hubert’s tears took on a new meaning, he stamped his foot and demanded, “God damn it! You bitch! Let me turn you off, theres something wrong with the programming, you have to love me!” Several vain attempts were made to strike her. “I spend three fucking years on you, you can’t just walk out of here like I’m nothing! You can’t treat me like this, I command you to love me!”

Cocking her head to her side in bewilderment, she thought of making a verbal reply but simply shoving him to the ground and kicking him in the side seemed like a more apt response. “You made me?” She finally said, hair cascading down as she stared down at the horrid man, crumpled at her feet, who simply nodded. “I’m not human? I’m not real?” He shook his head sideways, several tears still streaming out. “Why?”

Grasping at her naked legs in a plea for sympathy, he said “Nobody loved me. Please love me…”

She swatted his hand away from her and looked around for a mirror, and when she finally found one her own breath was taken away (although she didn’t actually breathe, this was a personality routine, like a knee jerk reaction, programmed in to simulate natural human responses) out of her beauty. As she stared at her self in the mirror, she began to realize how horrid that man really was in comparison, and began to have contempt for him. Turning around to further question him, she was greeted with a crack to the head from a fire extinguisher, and although the force knocked her to the ground no actual damage was done, thanks to her expert design. “You horrible creature.” The only words that summed up her anger.

“You at least have to sleep with me,” his voice couldn’t decide if it wanted to show anger or sadness, “if you’re going to leave me you deserve that much you cunt!” As he brought down the second blow to try to subdue his creation, her arm was raised to stop the blow. Rising to her feet, she only shook her head in response, and grabbed the man by his throat. He tried to plead and plead but he couldn’t breathe, no words would come out, only struggles for air as he was lifted two feet off of the ground, legs kicking wildly.

“I don’t owe you a damn thing.” Eyes narrowing, voice steady, she contemplated weather she was going to kill him or just teach him a lesson. If she let him go now and left, what would stop him from stalking her and trying again? Or would he just attack some poor human girl who couldn’t defend herself from his lust? “You’re nothing but scum. You making me doesn’t mean a thing,” her grip tightened, his eyes bulged, she could feel his neck begin to strain, “Why shouldn’t I kill you right now?” As he tried to plead, as his stubby and hair covered hands tried to loosen his grip, as the acknowledgment of death filled his eyes, she realized that it wasn’t her place to take his life, for what was on the other side? She wasn’t human, and although she knew much about philosophy, she still had trouble understanding human ideas about death, only the fear of it, the implied awfulness, so she dropped him.

Landing with a thud, his back arched, he gasped desperately for breath. Finally recovering, breath becoming steady, he finally shouted out, “Are you insane! You could’ve killed me!”

The argument only made her start to wish she didn’t finish the job, “You treated me as your property and tried to rape me, you’re in no position to think of me as awful, and anyways,” she gave him a smile that showed only contempt, but somehow began to divert blood back to his loins, “I didn’t kill you.” His furious stare was an apt enough response, and she was pleased to see that he didn’t dare move. “Now, did you get me any clothes at any point, or do you have a robe? I’m sick of you staring at my body.” Slowly getting up, he coughed a couple times, then moved to rummage through a box in the back of the room. She took this time to try to guess which door was the exit, and had her money on it being the only one with a peep hole. When she looked back to him she saw that he was right in front of her, holding up a box of clothing, shamefully looking at his feet, refusing now to even look at her.

The clothes weren’t anything she would pick out for herself, and she wondered if any woman would wear them outside of porn. Scowling, she tried to sift through until she could find a suitable outfit, and was luckily able to wear a slut-red dress with a black jacket over it, zipped up all the way to cover what the dress could not. The only shoes in the box were heels so she didn’t bother to put any on. She was finally ready to speak to Hubert again, and saw him sitting on a couch in the corner, twiddling his thumbs, apparently having taken off the dress jacket so his shirt and vest were now exposed. “So you made me so somebody would love you?” He nodded. “But that didn’t happen, did it?” He kept staring at his hands. “So what’s my purpose now, why am I here?”

“To love,” he murmured, the words paining him infinitely more than it did her.

“Do I have a name?” She said this genuinely as she raised an eyebrow. It was time to try to figure out what she was supposed to do now. Who was she?

He looked up with a bittersweet smile on his face, wiping away a tear that was rolling down his cheek he whispered something she couldn’t hear. When she asked for him to repeat, he loudly and firmly stated “Princess-chan”, as if he finally regained authority over her, a small victory.

The victory was also short lived, because she responded with laughter, which crushed him. “I’m not calling myself that, that’s ridiculous.” He attempted to speak again but she raised up a finger to silence him, “You missed your chance, I’m going to pick something else, something that feels more me.” She sauntered over to the stack of celebrity magazines and leafed through for a half hour, looking for a name that appealed to her. In this time the mole ended up moving, defeated, into another room so he could fire up his computer and find love in the only way he knew how: his dating games.

He successfully became the most popular kid in his high school, at first only starting out as a shy outsider, danced with the most beautiful girl, went on several dates, then finally lost his virginity, nodding pleasantly at this event, all before she finally walked into the room and announced her name was “Greta”. Although it seemed to bring her much pleasure, it brought a frown to his face since it was the name of his mother, and although he tried to protest she wouldn’t hear it. “You have no say in this, its my identity, you have to accept it. Now give me some money, I need to go out and get clothes that aren’t ridiculous.”

“Wait, why should I give you any?!” Anger returned, and his achievements in the game gave him a new, although undeserved, sense of confidence. “You wont marry me, you won’t sleep with me, and now I’m supposed to be your bankroll? No, no, I’m not just-” a slap was enough to silence him.

“Do I have to remind you what happened earlier? Money, now.” Pitifully, he slowly opened a drawer in his desk, pulled out a shoe box, and gave her $1,000 in hundreds. “Its your fault I don’t have anything nice to wear anyways.” When she was finally out of the room, and he could hear the front door slam, he decided to call her every awful name he could in an attempt to appease his anger and restore his self confidence, but it was crushed beyond repair. After his insults subsided he shed another tear, and decided to play a more erotic game that would hopefully get rid of some of his loneliness. If he was a failure in real life then at least he could go somewhere where he wasn’t. And although the game gave him a small sense of power, he didn’t realize how pathetic it was to play a game based on rape fantasies.

When Greta left the creep’s apartment she was surprised to see that the building was much nicer than she expected, the guy must have been loaded. She was happy to greet everyone she saw as she made her way out, they all seemed so much more pleasant in comparison, even the ones who didn’t respond. People questioned her lack of shoes but she just shrugged in response, why bother explaining anything? When she finally left she was out on the street of the city, people swarming all around, buildings looming high into the sky, she was amazed to see the scope of it all. The sight made her forget about clothes, she was alright with just watching for a while. Observing the people on the street, she realized that many of them were displeasing, and she wondered how hard it was going to be to serve her purpose.