Self is madly rotating her readings:
- The Economist
- The Wall Street Journal
- Everlark fan fiction
With regards to the fan fiction, she’s consumed all the newest Everlark stories (And they do seem to be coming at a faster rate, since the last Hunger Games movie is set to screen this November), so she’s back to re-reading her favorites. One of her new favorites is a story called “Synth,” in which a cyborg named KTNS-12 is manufactured by a brilliant scientist named Beetee and his Junior Scientist Assistant named Peeta! YESSSS!
Self loves Cyborg KTNS-12!
She must not show any feelings at all. Feelings are anomalies. Feelings mean she is a defective.
But KTNS-12 has those feelings. Especially when Junior Scientist Peeta is around!
There are only two chapters posted, but Chapter 2 ends on a terrible cliff-hanger.
SPOILER TA-DA SPOILER DEE-DUM SPOILER
One day, KTNS-12 is brought to a lab where a trio of scientists waits to begin a new round of testing on her.
“This table is surrounded by a cluster of shining instruments on tray tables. Scissors. Scalpels. Gauze. Tweezers. There’s a C-clamp welded to the floor, and beside it stands an IV hook.”
The three scientists are named: Gloss, Cato, and Clove.
JEEPERS CREEPERS NOOOOO!!!
Paging Junior Scientist Peeta! Emergency! Paging Junior Scientist Peeta!
But KTNS-12 can’t show fear. She enters the room, all the while reassuring herself by thinking: I am not afraid. I am not afraid.
End of Chapter.
Please, O Esteemed Fan Fiction Author, please updaaaate. Self can’t stand it. Her head is full of horrible imaginings.
Three years ago, self had a story published by the New Orleans Review. The setting was an apocalyptic future (Of course: self is nothing if not obsessed by the apocalyptic future) where strange mutated animals were being kept in an Animal Rehabilitation Center tended by humans who were barely humans anymore. One human had flashing metal wheels in place of legs, etc etc etc. The story is called, appropriately “Thing.” Because people have no labels for that which defies characterization, so it is just called . . . Thing. And, no need for self to tell dear blog readers that a world where there is such murkiness about life that “things” proliferate is a dark, dark world. A world of the most Abject Despair.
Self is inured, in other words, to all kinds of fictional pain.
But the thing about fan fiction is, everything is in progress. A lot of times, stories never get completed. Or, if a story gets completed, it’s sometimes as long as a year between updates. And the tension just builds and builds and . . .
OK, self has got to calm down. Because it’s Sunday night and her life is so full.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.