I hate to admit this but the girl thing really works. I complained and badgered them enough to get this Internet privilege. I knew that was a stretch. I announced my discovery of the dress and the subsequent recall of the incident at the party, ball, whatever it was. Freaked them out! Is it really that hard to conceal side way glances and shuffling of feet? They we’re very uncomfortable with my recovered information. I was given reserved congratulations on my overcoming amnesia.
That revelation coupled with a teary outburst of emotion broke them. It completely unhinged them. I was shocked. These people act like the planet is their personal chessboard, toppling diplomats and negotiating wars or whatever it is they do, but I have moved the hands that move the world. What’s this you ask, this request of mine that I made with tears and pleading?
I imagine it is a small thing for anyone reading this, but to me it will be the greatest day to date. I get to go to the mall. No doubt there will be an escort and it seems that Watchman is forever hovering in the background, but I don’t care. I get to transverse sunlit corridors with crowds of people, some of them my own age. Eat really bad food. Try on things and maybe, if I’m fortunate, I will even buy something. This may seem overblown and silly, but I have been locked up too long with people I don’t like in a place with no windows. To breathe fresh air is all I ask.
Why was it so effective? If Usurper, that obedient pup, is any example of what the others are like then I am a complete wild card and their most successful case to date. Technically Usurper is the most successful of any of us; he has yet to display any unfortunate side effects (unless you consider self-centeredness a defect.) But I suspect it is because I am his equal and it is in their best interest to keep me happy. To cooperate with me is a gesture they hope I will feel inclined to return. I have considered the possibility that the price they will exact later will be higher than what I want to pay but for now that is a risk I am willing to take for a few minutes of freedom even if it is only a self induced delusion.
About Me
- Peaceful Kingdom
- The names have been changed to protect the innocent, though I doubt very much that such a thing exists. “Peaceful” is the definition of the name they call me, but I don’t believe it’s my real name nor do I get much peace so I resent it twice as much. These moments here in cyberspace, an empty, made up place, have become my small chance to have to myself and changing the names keeps it that way. I am an amnesiac. Sometimes I remember things by instinct but everything else is locked up in my subconscious beyond recall. Intuition is my only plumb line for what is true but here truth is determined by necessity and thus the basis of my problem. I am told what is true and I am expected to swallow it whole. I may not remember anything, but I’m not naïve.
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