《She Can Do Whatever She Wants Forever》


 This is how I met Yamka, part 1

    In this life people are monsters, and their repressed emotions can turn them into innocent people. I will not think about the details, I am just reading the introduction paper. Let me continue. This world is a violent place. People kill each other for fun or out of need. Anyway, I get bored of this info. I won''t get into details before I start discovering it. Actually, I''m not interested in discovering this life. I prefer getting to know the people who inhabit it. Since I can do anything I want, this won''t be a problem for me.


    I am thinking about where to begin to invade this world. Now I am sitting in darkness where nothing exists except me. I want to know the exact location that is best for me to begin. That''s my wish now. Suddenly, an idea comes to me, and that idea implies that I should be at the summit of a hill for no reason. I believe my gut; it has never failed me. To be honest, it has failed me many times. But I will bet on this. Let me go to the summit.


    Where I have been sent now is the summit of a hill. I look across the continent below from where I am standing, and I see a very primitive land, full of forests, mountains, and lakes. I see gradual changes in climate as I look northwards as well as southwards. But to be honest, I am not interested in this place, no matter how slight, as much as I am in its people. Let me find real people with whom I can touch. I don''t know if I am allowed to engage in such activities, however, I do know that I can at least talk to them. I haven''t talked to people for what feels like an eternity, let me satisfy this hunger. Let me just roam across the land and get lost. Going astray is the best way to find myself.


    I run to the brink of the summit and jump off, then I fall downwards. I hit the rocky surface of the mountain and roll until I reach the end. As I arrive at the bottom of the mountain, I come to realize I might have spun around a thousand times. That might cause some dizziness, or even death for a human. But since I haven''t decided to let this action affect me, I will be fine. Whatever I want happens, and I don''t want to die here due to gravity, nor do I want to be human. This fact will not change unless I change my mind, which I can do at any time. Let me look around for some creatures.


    I look around and see no one, only thick trees among which I still see no creature to interact with. Wait a second! I am making the dumbest mistake I ever make because I don''t use my potential here. I can just sense the nearest person nearby, and this problem can be dealt with. Unless I want to goof around on a hardcore level, acting like a human, I am able to find her. I mean I can act like a human in this harsh life though. But do I want to find someone that desperately? Am I in despair to communicate that much? I would have just created someone to play with if I had been in such misery back in the darkness. No, I refuse. I will not use my nature to find that person because I want to see some determination in myself. I will just walk across the lake over there and get into the thick, dark forest. And I allow myself to die just like an ordinary mortal natural being, just to experience the wilderness of the world firsthand. Go, lift your butt off the mud.


    Wait again! I know I''m spoiling the flow, but I''ve forgotten to introduce something important. My appearance! How do I look now? And what is my name? I don''t possess any name, because technically I can call myself anything. Okay, I''ll call myself Starch from now on. I''ll just use this randomly generated word. That''s my nickname. On the other hand, I haven''t looked at my reflection in a mirror. Suddenly, a mirror falls from the bright sky right in front of me. Its fall shakes the ground. The shake fells the nearest boulders on the skirt of the mountain. That was not an important detail, but whatever I focus on is meaningful, and those boulders were interesting to me now. The mirror shook the ground so powerfully that the boulders cracked apart. I slap myself in the face with force.


    I shout: "My appearance, my appearance! Do not forget to look at my reflection in the mirror. Forget about those rocks."


    I look from side to side.


    I say: "Technically, they are not rocks, they are bigger, and..."


    Oh my god! My attention is getting hijacked by those boulders. Please, let there be anything to make me focus. Bring my awareness to the present! Suddenly, the mirror starts to shake from side to side, then falls onto its back, its reflective glass looking up. One hand emerges from it. Then someone crawls up onto the ground. From where I am standing, it looks like that person is crawling out of a well, or an opening in the ground. Anyway, she stands up and stares at my face. She looks pissed and ready to spit on my face. That''s my first impression on first sight.


    She looks depressed and unhappy, so I''ll say hello to her to cheer her up. But before I talk to her, I would like to take a brief look at her. She is of medium height, has black skin, black eyes, black straight hair, and black teeth, as well as black eye whites. And I notice that the inside of her mouth is black. It seems that person is completely black. I point at her, laughing. But as I stretch out my arm, I realize something. My arm is black. Then I lower my head and check my body parts. My body is black as well. Then I look at her breasts, then at mine. Black. Then I glance at her genital area, then at mine. Black. Oh, my nakedness! I am naked, she is naked. That''s a sinful state. Cover! Suddenly, a simple pair of black clothing appears on our bodies, covering our nakedness.


    I''d better take a look at my reflection in the mirror first. With that in mind, I start to run toward the mirror, passing by that black person, and reach the mirror. I crouch down and put my hands on the ground. I look into the mirror and see my black face. Oh, that means that person is my reflection come to life. But why did it come to life? Let me ask her.


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    My Reflection thinks: "I have to keep her aware of the present. That''s my existence. That''s my purpose. That''s my determination."


    I squint at My Reflection. I will use the first letter capitalized, so I can emphasize that it''s a name. My Reflection lumbers toward me. I will wait to see what she will do to fulfill her purpose of keeping me awake. She strolls across the land, not even walking in a straight direction. Forget her determination, she is too dumb to find the path. I will walk to her instead. I walk to her and stop right before her. To stop her stroll, I catch her by the arm. She stops and yawns. I try to keep my eyes fixed on hers. But her eyes are just rolling to the sides. Enough! I wish for her to look at me! Suddenly, My Reflection looks directly into my eyes. And her eyes start to change color. I start to hear a bell noise.


    My Reflection thinks: "I will keep her awake! No matter what I will grant her wish! I will hug her!"


    Will she hug me? Her thoughts are as sharp as a robot''s though, however, I didn''t get the relation between a hug... She steps right up to me and hugs me too tightly. The noise I am hearing gets louder, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. Then My Reflection explodes. I fly backwards and slide across the ground, rolling in the same direction. After rolling for a short time, I crash into a tree. The crash stops my movement. I sit up and rub my head. What was that?


    The answer is simple. My Reflection just wanted to grant my wish despite her disability to accomplish it. Finally, she has failed. I think what just happened was just a random occurrence due to my vague wish. I''d better be more specific about my wishes next time, but despite the uncertainty, it was fun to be thrown away like this.


    I''d better stand up and change my look. I look like a randomly generated AI art. After changing this, I will be in search of an inhabitant of this place. I mean someone from here.


    Let me just add some extra color to my body because I''m not in the mood for style. I add navy blue to my iris and whole complexion. Now, I''m still mostly black, but my skin color is navy blue, as well as my eye color. That''s enough for me. After changing my look and adding slightly interesting colors to my body, I stand up and look around. I peer into the depth of the forest. I''m sure I will stroll through this forest, but before I embark on this journey, there''s something bothering me. Why didn''t I die? I was supposed to be dead like My Reflection when she exploded, because I had allowed myself to die. Let the truth prevail over this mystery.


    The answer comes to me without a doubt. My Reflection''s explosion was not harmful to me. In fact, it protected me for a short time. Its intention was to keep me awake, not to kill me. And the impact that my body absorbed when I crashed into the tree didn''t cause any harm because, as I said, her explosion was protective. I won''t try to understand that nonsense. It was just a random, vague experience that I will forget soon. Okay, nothing has changed. My intention is still to find someone, and I am still mortal. I wonder who will kill me first.


    Let me jump 15 minutes ahead from this current moment, because I wonder where I will end up. After deciding to jump 15 minutes ahead in time, my eyesight went straight to black, and then it came back. Which means I have gone 15 minutes further in time. Now I am surrounded by a group of monstrous people among the trees, which means I have entered the forest. Whatever happens happens, I like this. Also I want to know the future in the next 15 minutes from this moment. Will I be able to survive? Will those monsters kill me? I come to know that my fatal death is warranted, and I will not be able to escape them unless I change my mind about death. I still hold the possibility of my death as true. Let me experience my death by living through it for real.


    I want to introduce those monsters. They are a small crowd, consisting of a dozen people. They are twelve people in total. Actually I have changed my mind. I will not get into describing them one by one, because they will just kill me instantly. However, although they look dangerous, they radiate joy around them. I can sense this because I want to. That radiant joyful aura they possess is an indication of their innocence. They are not angry with me. As I said earlier, in this life people who suppress anger within becomes human, therefore lose their ability. I have to confess, this life is a weird place. By the way, why don''t they move? Oh, I must have frozen time during the leap in time. I haven''t noticed it. Anyway, I will undo it.


    Time starts passing. The crowd of monsters attacks me and try to kill me. One of them hits me with a hammer in the face, and that hammer is the cause of my death. I die. Then I wake up in a bed in a random room. The transition from being among the monsters to this bed was so fast, so timeless. Typical death - there''s nothing fancy about it. I push the blanket off the bed, sit up, and look around. I travel my gaze across the room, looking at the stuff on the walls. There is no door or any window. However, there is a door substitute in the ceiling. I know it is the entrance to this room, because, as I said, I can know everything, and now I am not holding back.


    I am still in the same life but in elsewhere. I am nearer to the forest where I was just killed. Those damn monsters - I may take my revenge on them in the near future, but I wonder about this room as well. Let''s not know everything for now. I want to discover things naturally.


    By the way, I am pissed with the laws of this life. What does it mean that repressed emotions turn monsters into humans? Someone has to explain it to me. Let me find that wise person. Or, if I don''t like the idea, I may change the entire physics of life.


    I jump off the bed, run to the wall, climb up, and get to the ceiling. Now I am walking on the ceiling upside down. I press my foot on the door and break it. It breaks apart as I force it to open. Then it comes off the ceiling and falls down to the ground.


    I say, "I am sorry for breaking it apart! I will fix it."


    I hear a voice saying, "No, you broke into my home."


    By the way, I start to get annoyed with these unnamed people. Let me uncover the name of the owner of this voice and her location. Yamka! Her name is Yamka. Do I need to know any details about her, for example, her gender? It''s better for me to learn her gender in person. Oh, this idea gives me the joy of awareness. I jump off the ceiling and land on the floor, or ground. I don''t know what solid thing I am on. Then I look at the wardrobe on the wall. She is not in there, is she? I walk to the wardrobe and stop before it.

 This is how I met Yamka, part 2

    I say, "Hey, Yamka, are you there?"


    Yamka says, "Who are you? How did you know my name?"


    I say, "Can''t you just come out?"


    Yamka thinks, "I am not ready to shy away. Do it, Yamka. Just say hello and then come back in here... I can''t. That''s impossible. What will I do?"


    Shyness. Is she shy? I''d better convince her that I am a good person. Yamka must be a monster as well; I don''t know if she will attack me like the previous ones. Let me try my chance.


    I want my introduction to be as fancy as possible. For example, I will turn the door of the wardrobe into water. Suddenly, my wish comes true. The entire wardrobe disappears, turning into water. Yamka falls down on her butt. I stretch out my hand to help her stand up.


    I say, "Sorry, I may have overdone this."


    Yamka pulls her knees to her stomach and hugs them, hiding her face away. She wears a simple pink outfit. She has green skin from her feet to her head, but the green color gradually turns black towards the tips of her hands and feet. Her hair is short and brown. She is keeping her eyes shut, but I know her eye color is yellow. She also has verses of a noble book tattooed on her back. I just know this, don''t ask me why. I don''t want to learn her gender by nature; I will learn it by observation.


    I suddenly jump onto her and start to touch her body. I scrutinize and squeeze her limbs. Meanwhile, she is getting anxious and angry with me, but she is too shy to express these feelings.


    Yamka thinks, "She is assaulting me! She is a bad person. That''s it. That''s my end. She will take advantage of me and --"


    I slide my hand underneath her bottom clothing and learn her gender by touch. She is a female. Then I pull my hands off and begin to feel some guilt for what I have done to her. I better apologize. Then, as I am about to apologize, I notice that Yamka''s green skin is changing color. It is now light brown skin. That means she has become a human. That also means that she is angry with me, and the repression of the anger has caused this! Noticing this, I kneel before Yamka and start to weep. Of course, those are fake tears.


    I say, "I am sorry, I am sorry for touching you without your permission. I will do anything for you to forgive me for the unjust thing I have just done."


    Yamka thinks, "I... I have become a human. Oh, my anger is real toward this stranger. I can''t hold this within me. Otherwise, I will be human forever. That''s a dead end in this world. However, I don''t want to forgive this sinner either. What should I do? I feel like a dirty soul."


    Since I know everything, I know Yamka will forgive me because she doesn''t want to be a human in this world, and that''s the end. That means I haven''t been forgiven by her for real. But I don''t care.


    Yamka says, "I accept your apology. People may make mistakes; we should be nice to each other."


    Oh, what a polite act.


    I say, "Thanks, Yamka, I will never do such a thing in my life, I promise you."


    I am not lying, but I cannot promise that I will stick to this promise.


    Yamka says, "Can you leave?"


    I say, "I am sorry for destroying your entrance door and wardrobe."


    Yamka thinks, "Oh, my wardrobe is gone! I should not be angry with her; I''d better shy away. Maybe she can bring them back? After all, she vaporized them in the first place. But it''s been a long time since I''ve encountered someone. I''d better resist the fact that my belongings are gone."


    Yamka says, "I forgive you, now leave."


    Yamka is not looking at me while speaking. Oh, look at her thoughts - she is missing her stuff, which I destroyed. I''d better undo the damage. At least I can feel that I deserve a genuine forgiveness afterwards.


    I wish for those items to come back as they were before I came here.


    Suddenly, the entrance door flies off the ground, goes up in the air, and attaches to the ceiling. Meanwhile, the wardrobe reappears as if it was never gone; it''s back in the same location on the wall as it was before it melted.


    Yamka looks at the ceiling, then at the wardrobe, and then at me. I smile at her, and she smiles back at me. In a moment, she thinks she is not assertive enough to face a stranger now, and hides her face with her palms. Then she turns her back on me. I giggle at this.


    I say, "Are you shy of me, or shy about seeing me?"


    Yamka says, "Please, walk away before I die of shame."


    I say, "I was looking for someone because I want to learn about the basics of life."


    Yamka says, "I can''t. I''m ignorant. I couldn''t fulfill your desires."


    I say, "Maybe you can''t fulfill my intellectual desires, but you can fulfill my physical desires."


    Yamka is scared of the possibilities of my uncertain actions in her mind. She blushes. I still can''t see her blushing face because she is still covering it, and her back is turned to me.


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    Yamka thinks, "No! She touched me once. Now she wants to make me hers forever. I will go to hell for sure! Is it me, or is it getting hotter? That must be an indication of damnation."


    She is not aware that I can read her thoughts. Actually, I didn''t mean anything sexual. And if I had wanted to rape her, I would have done it and gotten rid of her. But my intention is different. By saying ''physical desires'', I meant an exercise routine. That''s all. I should clarify this misunderstanding, I guess.


    I say, "Yamka..."


    I somehow notice a tail swinging crazily from her lower back. She has a tail. She must have revealed it by her will. I don''t know more about Yamka, and I am not going to learn her secrets by a simple wish, because I want to discover them one by one. Anyway, this swing of the tail might be her weapon against an opponent. I better observe carefully. Wait, I will not back away because I don''t want to. So, let me grab that moving tail. I lean forward and grab Yamka''s tail.


    Yamka thinks: "She is doing it! I better save myself. I have been a coward for life. At least let me be a fighter at the edge of death!"


    Oh, from those thoughts, she will try hard to protect herself from me. But I don''t intend to do any harm to her. But that seems pointless to explain to her. She is motivated by her assumptions and emotions. Bring it on then.


    Suddenly, Yamka pulls her tail, and it escapes from my hands. I step backward to guard myself for an oncoming attack. But, instead of an attack, Yamka goes to the wall and stands in the corner. Her face is turned to me, and her eyes are looking determined to fight back, but only if I attack her.


    Yamka thinks, "I should not hate her, I should not hate her. I better think of joyful things, such as flowers floating in a lake. Otherwise, I will turn human. And that''s counterproductive in this case. Ugh, I am too shy to look into her eyes. But I am forcing myself."


    I see. She is struggling in her mind. That means she is not going to cause any harm if I attack her on purpose. I don''t know what she possesses as a weapon. She is just holding her clenched fist up, and she is moving her soft tail in a steady gesture. Let me ask her about her powers.


    I say, "Yamka, what is your power against me?"


    Yamka says, "I am controlling peop--"


    She suddenly covers her mouth with her hands.


    Yamka thinks, "I was about to reveal my secret. I can''t let her know that I can control people who I touch. But wait, didn''t she touch my tail? Yes! That means I can control her body by my will. Let me try it."


    Oh, my body is acting strangely. She is attempting to control my body. She is really forcing me to move forward. I feel like I am being pushed from behind my back. Let me allow her to control my body. She is really a control freak, I guess. Actually, she looks really timid, though. By Yamka''s will, my body steps forward slowly, step by step, toward her. I am limping to seem under control.


    Yamka is nervous because this will be her first murder, if she succeeds. I mean, if I allow her to succeed. Yamka looks to the sides and runs to the wardrobe, pulls a drawer, and takes out a sharp, thin metal. It must be a knife, but it doesn''t have a handle to hold it. My body stops walking and stands still. Yamka hands out the sharp metal, and with her will, because I am still under her influence, I take it.


    Now I am holding the metal in my hand, and my body, without my conscious control, brings it to my neck. Let me see the future. The insights imply that Yamka is going to force my body to slide the metal across my neck, so I will have died by my own hand, according to her will. So, she will not have felt any regret. That''s her intention. That''s the future ahead for me. Her power is really handy.


    And that future starts to unfold. My body moves my hand with the metal up to my neck, ready to cut through. I must do something, otherwise I will die again. I can either decide not to die or do this. Before the blade touches my skin, I wish for time to stop! Time stops moving.


    I shout out, "Time stop!"


    Technically, it stopped before I shouted out. I should have shouted before I froze time. Anyway, let me break free from Yamka''s spell. Her influence is powerful; I couldn''t escape from her grip if I didn''t wish for it. Damn, if a normal person went under this power, they would turn into her sex toy. But I am me. I can do whatever I want forever. Now I want to free myself from the influence totally.


    Suddenly, I feel in control of my body. I stretch my body to the sides and jump up and down. Yes, I am in control. Let me check the situation here. Time is still frozen, and I can unfreeze it whenever I want. Yamka is still standing in the corner. What can I do to entertain myself here? Let me think before I act.


    Okay, enough contemplation. I think I have gathered some ideas for my next move. Now it''s time for a little action. I tiptoe to Yamka and stop near her. I look up at the ceiling and see the entrance door up there. Then I look down at Yamka. I will do this; she deserves this. But only this much humiliation is appropriate for her.


    I hold up my hands, put them on her back, and start pushing her forward. Okay, let me reposition you right under the door. I push her to that location and pull my hands off. After positioning her there, I walk a few steps away, getting out from under the door.


    Now there is one missing part to my scene. That door must fall when I unfreeze time. So, let me break it with something so it can fall. Oh, the metal is still in my hand. I throw the metal toward the door. It sticks in the air, its tip aiming at the door, ready to fly straight. Now, I adjust the speed of this metal to maximum. If I unfreeze time, this metal will fly at the speed of lightning. It will break the door, and the door will fall on Yamka. That''s my design and assumption. It might be false because I haven''t used my natural abilities to make it work perfectly. I wish it works though.


    Okay, everything looks ready. I walk in front of Yamka, lean forward, and kiss her on the lips, then walk back to the spot I just was. I will unfreeze time now. Let time move. Time moves, the metal in the air flies straight into the door. However, to my unlucky side, it just flies through the door, opening a tiny hole, and flies away. Yamka turns around, looks at me, screams, and then goes to the corner and squats down, hiding her eyes.


    Normally, I would read her thoughts because I like to see people''s reactions to my actions. But now, I am not in the mood because my design hasn''t worked out as I planned. Oh, I am useless without my natural ability to do whatever I want forever. I sigh and lower my shoulders in sadness. I lower my face downwards, feeling unworthy. And also, I sense that Yamka is peering at me through the space between her fingers. Although I am not looking at her, or my eyes can''t see her because she is out of my sight, I can sense that I am being watched. I will tell her this.


    I say, "I know you are looking at me, despite my back being turned on you!"


    After hearing my words, Yamka feels literally scared. Let me check her thoughts.


    Yamka thinks, "That''s literally the end for me. She just disappeared from my sight and reappeared right behind me. It was scary..."


    I didn''t teleport myself. Oh, because I changed my spot in the frozen time, she perceived it like this.


    Yamka thinks, "...But how can she know that I am looking at her? She is not even looking at me! I am dead! She will definitely kill me for sure."


    Let me relax her, because I feel like she will die from thinking too much. I suddenly turn to her and cross my arms. I make a genuine smile to look sincere to her. Let me relax her with my wise words.


    I say, "Yamka, I want to be your friend!"


    Yamka stands up in a hurry and starts to yell.


    Yamka: "Liar!"

 This is how I met Yamka, part 3

    Yamka: "Liar!"


    "I am not lying, I am just trying to be friends with you, and why would I lie?"


    Yamka: "Stay away from me! Stay away!"


    Yamka''s body changes. Her tail disappears, and her skin color gradually changes from green to light brown, indicating that she is becoming human. This also implies that she is gathering some anger toward me within herself.


    I start to hate this world for some reason. Will the people in this life be innocent and violent on the outside while numb on the inside? That''s criminally wrong.


    Yamka trembles and falls to her knees. Tears run down her cheeks because she feels sad, blue, and like a loser. Why does she feel like a loser? She thinks she was raised wrong by her parents. She is too gentle to live in a carnivorous planet like this.


    I want to witness her unique thoughts, not the description of her feelings.


    Yamka thinks, "My performance is not adequate; whatever I do is not enough. Why am I too kind, shy, or selfless? Why am I too good? I don''t want to be good; I want to be bad. At least for once. I can''t. Something within me blocks this. I hate my religious background. It dictates that I do no harm. What about me, now that I am being harmed? What to do now? I hate my moral code; I wish I could abandon it, but I am too afraid of going to eternal punishment. I have been a sinner, and this stranger is the punishment sent upon me."


    I say, "Your logic is wrong, Yamka. You are too kind to others while too cruel to yourself."


    Yamka wipes her wet eyes and looks at me. She is still shy, but at least she tries to keep her eyes fixed on mine.


    Oh, she looks too lovely. She is too powerful, but she is not aware of this. She doesn''t know that her power is not unique. There are people in this world who have the same power that prevails over people''s awareness, turning them into mere puppets. Just as she did to me, someone had programmed her to be shy all the time.


    How do I know this? Eh, narcissism is a bad thing, and I am fed up with praising myself. That''s like self-made love, but I will respond to this question. I can do whatever I want forever. Oh, my ego would have been swollen up to eternity.


    Let me come back to Yamka''s situation. I will tell her this fact.


    I tell Yamka the fact I just discovered, of course, by myself. And to my surprise, she is very understanding. Normally, people reject initial ideas that are potential threats to their previous worldviews. But Yamka is like she has known this truth but has been waiting for someone to tell it to herself. Until this moment, she just kept it buried underground, metaphorically.


    Yamka says, "I am... I am stunned. But I am glad that you have come. I am sorry for acting childishly at the beginning."


    I say, "The first impression is important, but I am in the habit of ruining mine every time I meet someone."


    Yamka chuckles, wiping the tears off her eyes.


    I say, "Also, you are a religious person, you can have some faith in yourself."


    Yamka asks, "How do you know that I am such a person?"


    I say, "I have just told you the entire system that victimized you for life, that it has used the same power you possess against you, that it has turned you into a mindless zombie, and you don''t get shocked by this, but you are shocked that I know you are a religious person."


    Yamka says, "Calm down. I am just curious. How do you know my name, do you hear it at the temple, or do my parents tell you about me?"


    I say, "Before you ask me, I tell you my name. My nickname is Starch. I can know your name because I can know everything. I do not prove myself true because I do not care about people. I also know that tattoo across your back."


    Yamka thinks, "Oh, she knows that I am from the temple. That''s bad."


    I say, "Yamka, stop doing your self-monologue in your mind, I can read your thoughts."


    Yamka thinks, "Really? Can she do that? Let me pick the number 3 and ask her about the number."


    Before Yamka opens her mouth to ask me about the number, I interrupt.


    I say, "Three."


    Yamka ruffles her hair.


    Yamka says, "Okay, I am..."


    Yamka feels the urge to shy away and locks herself in the wardrobe. She suddenly runs around me and crashes into the wardrobe.


    Before she tries to unlock the wardrobe, I stop her from entering it.


    I say, "You are being shy again."


    Yamka yells, "Don''t tell me that word!"


    I say, "You are about to cry."


    Yamka suddenly cries out for help with a rage tantrum.


    Yamka says, "I know I am a crying person. I am this! I don''t like to cry, but it happens! I can''t control this."


    Yes, you can''t control it because it is beyond your will. It happens due to the spell or the effect of the power. Whatever it is, it does this. Somehow, this outburst moment happens when she asserts herself in a positive manner.


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    I watch her cry for a while. After watching her for a while, I get bored and summon a chair, sit on it, and lean backwards. It has good back support.


    When will she finish this? She has lots to cry over, I guess. But this has to stop because I want to talk to her about this world.


    Yamka shouts, "Help me, I can''t stop this, this is getting too hard on me!"


    We have come to the moment I am being handy.


    I wish for Yamka to be free of the spell, and the effect of the power that has almost ruined her life disappears as if it has never been around.


    Gone with a wish.


    Yamka suddenly takes a deep breath and exhales. Then she rubs her face and slaps her face.


    I do not know why she does this, and I do not want to learn this either, because it is funny to watch her act randomly from this chair.


    Yamka, after those strange movements, looks straight at me. Then she smiles.


    Yamka says, "I feel free. There is no fear."


    I say, "Sit on my lap then."


    I pat my knees to indicate that I want her to sit on my knees, so I can cuddle her for a while.


    But it seems that will not happen with her free will in a free universe like this, because Yamka looks up at the ceiling door, thinking about the outside world.


    Yamka thinks, "I will triumph over my chains, my background, my religious background, just because I feel angry with them. They took my life from me. I will destroy all of them."


    I gather my hands together and stretch my body upwards, still lounging in the same chair.


    I say, "You will make it."


    Yamka looks at me.


    Yamka says, "I beg your pardon."


    I say, "All pardons of the world are yours, but I have just checked your future. It is kind of a disaster. The intensity of emotions is much more than in hardcore adult movies."


    Yamka just squints at me.


    I say, "I mean you will not do it unless I help you."


    Yamka tries to climb up the wall.


    Yamka: "Then I will die trying to take my revenge."


    I like her determination, but in this world, you cannot possess any anger within; otherwise, you remain as a human, and that is bad because humans are the weakest in the habitat of violence.


    I tell her this fact quickly.


    Yamka, please listen to my words and step off this wall, so we forget about vengeance and make love in that bed over there.


    Yamka thinks, "Oh, I am glad she helped me, but ever since she came here, I feel like she wants to get laid with me. I can''t trust her all the way. And I have been a fake dead person, so I can handle true death for sure. Let me get out of this cell. But before I go, I want to thank Starch for helping me."


    Yamka comes before me and leans forward to hug me. She hugs me, then walks back to the wall to climb out of here. Before climbing up the wall, she looks at me.


    Yamka: I refuse your words, but I thank you sincerely.


    After saying those words, she starts to climb up the wall. As she stands on the ceiling near the ceiling door, I wish for the door to disappear, and it disappears. Yamka, seeing this, nods at me and climbs up through the tunnel, the opening.


    So, technically, she climbed up to her freedom. I don''t know, but she could climb walls like spider people. I don''t care; I can do the same if I want. But what am I going to do now? Yamka has a goal to fulfill in her life; she is brave enough to go through all the necessary sacrifices to get her revenge.


    What am I going to do from now on? Technically, I fulfilled my life goal in this life. I had decided to find someone on my own in this world, and I have found her. But what''s next? I need to make up another goal to attain. I can''t just sit here forever. Technically, I can, but I don''t want to.


    I create a clock out of thin air and look at it. Then I wish for it to disappear. It turns into sand and falls through my fingers.


    Yamka will die in ten minutes. She will just die. That''s the fact. Although she is determined to take revenge, she will not make it because she is not strong enough. And since she has been in this underground room for her entire life, she doesn''t comprehend the outer world. Unless I help her, she will not even find her way to the temple where she thinks her parents are. In fact, her parents were killed years ago, and the temple collapsed to dust a long time ago as well.


    How long has Yamka been in this room? It''s been thousands of years. She is not even aware of this fact because this room is under a magical spell where time passes slower than usual, despite the fact that people in it don''t feel it.


    Time. It always comes down to time. I hate it sometimes.


    I am done sitting in this chair; I better move before I become one of those armchair philosophers.


    One wish is enough for me. I want to be around Yamka now, and I want her to have known the facts about her family that I just discovered.


    Suddenly, I find myself buried under sand. However, I am not buried very deep. I can just sit up and see Yamka, who is walking across this desert.


    A desert? They had hidden Yamka''s room under sand in a desert. Anyway, I better get out of this pile of sand.


    I sit up, and all the sand falls off my body and flies off with the breeze. Yamka screams as she sees me.


    I say, "Hello, Yamka, how are you?"


    Yamka says, "What does that mean? That can''t be true. My family and religious temple can''t be gone!"


    So she has learned the facts, thanks to my wish.


    I say, "They are gone; you better accept this."


    "How can I know if you show me the truth?"


    "You can''t, or you can if I allow you to. But don''t change the subject."


    "I want my revenge so much that... Why are you laughing?"


    I point at her light brown skin and her bare feet. "You are a human! A human can''t survive in this desert!"


    "Help me, then!" Yamka frowns.


    "I don''t want to help you because I will be leaving this life soon. There is nothing to do here anymore. Also, before I go, let me give you a hint: try not to take your revenge so seriously, and don''t repress your true emotions. Otherwise, you will remain human."


    "Really? I am not holding my emotions repressed. Look, you can see how much anger I possess now from my expression."


    "All emotions influence your power, you simple creature. Confess them, or you will not be able to use your full potential. Actually, there''s a funny part to this story: there is no one for you to take revenge on, because they are already dead."


    "You are lying!" Yamka collects some sand and throws it at me.


    Oh, that''s just a bunch of sand. She is too desperate to--


    A stone hits me in the face and knocks me down.


    She has thrown a stone at me. How dare you!


    I stand up, rubbing my face. "You want this game. Okay, then. Take your revenge, Yamka."


    I wasn''t going to do that, but she didn''t give me another chance. I will revive her family, on whom she wants her revenge.


    Yamka thinks, "I should not have done this. I angered her too much. I must be ready for anything that comes. Hey, what''s coming up over there?"


    A spot between us in the sand starts to swirl. The sand flies away, leaving a solid surface on the ground. A big metal square takes up an area where people can easily lie down on their backs and fit. On its surface, there are many smaller square lids, each one large enough for a person to fit inside if they stand. There is one handle for each of the lids.


    "What is this?" Yamka says.


    "Those are coffins, and two of them contain your family."


    "What about the rest of them? There are many. If my two parents are in two of them, what about the rest?"


    "The funny thing is that I don''t even know what they have in them. I can learn, though, but I don''t want to. The outcome might be beautiful or awful. You are on your own. I am leaving now."


    I turn around, ready to leave.


    "Wait! Give me a hint."


    I can give her a hint, but I don''t want to play fair anymore.


    "I have given you the hint you need."


    I try to look wise, but to be honest, there is no hint. I just want to deceive her. From overthinking, she will die, I guess. Anyway, let me leave this place. I don''t even know, nor do I care, what''s inside those coffins.


    Yamka yells from behind me, "You can''t leave like this!"

 This is how I met Yamka, part 4

    I turn to her and sneer. "If you don''t leave here as I will do now, before you find your parents, those monstrous people will hunt you down."


    It''s time for me to leave.


    I wish to be elsewhere and find myself in complete darkness.


    Hey, I have been to this place before. Anyway, let me lie down and listen to my thoughts for a while. Let me close my eyes for a short time, and then, maybe, I may go back to see Yamka again.


    I close my eyes, then reopen them.


    I want to learn exactly how much time has passed since I closed my eyes. And the answer comes: I have been asleep for billions of years.


    It''s nothing in comparison to forever.


    I stand up and stretch my body.


    I don''t know what happened to Yamka, but I can guess. I think she died from trying to pick the correct coffin, or whatever was inside the coffin may have killed her. I don''t even know the answer. But I can find out for sure, either by making a wish or by discovering it. Let me toss a coin to decide, because I couldn''t make up my mind. Deciding is not that easy when the choices are infinite and all true.


    I feel a coin appear in my palm, then I toss it up. It drops down and rolls across the ground.


    Okay, if there''s a picture on it, I will learn what happened to Yamka by making a wish. If it''s a number, then I will go back to the life she is in, to see the consequences of my actions.


    I look over at the coin and see a picture.


    That means I will act omnipotently. But I am a believer in free will, so I will refuse the result of the toss and behave in my own way.


    I will just go there and see with my own eyes.


    I go back to the location in the desert where I saw Yamka for the last time. I look around and see the same metal solid square in the sandy ground. However, all the lids are open wide. Some of them are torn apart by sharp objects. I am not a vampire hunter, and I don''t want this to turn out to be a clich¨¦, but those things are definitely dangerous. I still don''t know what''s happening, and that''s a good sign - mystery always pulls my attention. Let me take a look into the coffins.


    I check them one by one, but there''s nothing inside. I like the interior of the coffins; they''re shiny, dark, and reddish. Let me jump into one of them. I jump into one of the coffins and slide down underground into it. I look up and see the bright sky through the open lid. I scrutinize the interior; the inside of the coffin is soft and shiny. Let me leave here.


    Suddenly, I find myself at the center of the metal solid area. I look down into the coffins and notice that only two of them have a green shine in their interior, while the others are red. That indicates that the green ones belong to Yamka''s parents.


    I start to hear a monster''s thoughts, and she''s right behind me.


    "I will kill her and rip her apart; I will devour her dust," The monster thinks,


    The monster has an ax in her hand and is about to swing it at me. She''s a little shorter than me, but if I teleport myself right behind her, as she swings the ax, she''ll lose her balance due to the movement and weight of the weapon, and I can take her down.


    The monster swings her ax, and just before it hits my head, I wish to be behind her. I suddenly find myself behind her. As she misses hitting me with the axe, the momentum causes her to fall to the solid ground.


    The monster has red skin, claws, and black, thin armor, among other features.


    I''m not interested in her details now; I''m focused on finding Yamka. My intention is to find her now.


    The monster tries to stand up, and as she attempts to run away, I wish for chains to tie her up. Chains suddenly emerge from the sand and wrap her tightly, causing her to collapse.


    "You were going to rip me apart and kill me," I say. "Who are you? Do you know who Yamka is?"


    The monster is on her knees, keeping her head down, and avoids eye contact with me.


    I will make her talk.


    I hold her by the hair and make her look at me. "If you don''t answer me, I''ll throw lava on you, and you''ll die."


    The monster still refuses to talk to me. I know she''s capable of speech, but she just keeps her mouth shut. I realize how weird I sounded when I said I would throw lava on her. Anyway, I''m not good at designing cool ways to kill my opponents.


    --


    I can''t distract myself with this monster. I better let her go.


    The chains around the monster''s body disappear, and she suddenly dashes to her back and runs away.


    She is just a random monster.


    I watch her run across the desert in the distance.


    An idea comes to me. I do it.


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    I wish for a lightning bolt to fall on the monster''s head. The bolt falls onto the monster''s head. The noise and bright light echo across the land. The monster rolls to the ground.


    However, she is not dead because I don''t want to kill her. I think that would be a funny scene, and indeed, it is.


    "Anyway, where is Yamka?" I shout.


    A TV emerges from the sand underneath my bare feet. I step to the side. The TV switches on and shows a video. I watch the video from the beginning to the end and learn the story of Yamka.


    Yamka tries to guess the correct coffins of her family, but while considering the right one, some monsters come by her and try to kill her. However, knowing she will die soon, Yamka opens all the lids one by one. Many are empty, but one has someone in it - a very dangerous person. Also, Yamka finds out her parents are in two of the coffins with green interiors. Before she can take her revenge, the dangerous person crawls out of her coffin and kills everyone. After killing everyone, she flies away with her wings.


    As the clock I created in Yamka''s room ticks away, it takes ten minutes, and Yamka dies.


    That''s it? That''s boring. I rewind the time back to the moment I created these coffins.


    Time starts to move backwards, and I find myself right before Yamka, at the moment I left.


    But this time I will not leave. I do this instead.


    Yamka shouts, "You can''t leave me alone here like this! Why does everyone leave me like this? Am I a bad person!"


    She cries on her knees, with her face in her palm.


    I better give her motivation and cheer her up a little.


    I walk over to her and drop to my knees, right in front of her.


    Yamka says, "Stay away!"


    I say, "Yamka, if you want, I can show you the coffins that your parents are in. But tell me one thing..."


    What am I talking about? I try to cheer her up but don''t know how. I say something that makes her happy.


    I say, "...Do you love me?"


    Yamka thinks, "She is just making a joke out of me. She thinks I am pathetic. I feel so frustrated, I hope killing my family helps me feel happy."


    I say, "Yamka, do you love me?"


    Yamka raises her head and looks straight into my face. I can see she is furious now. But I just want to hear the answer, that''s all. I ask her again.


    I say, "Yamka, do you--"


    Yamka says, "Stop this."


    She stands up, weeping, and walks to the coffins. Her body is still light brown in color, which means she hasn''t confessed some of her repressed emotions.


    I stand up and look at her. "What are you doing?"


    Yamka says, "You said two of them will be the coffins of my parents. I will just find them."


    I say, "But except for the two, the rest is dangerous."


    Yamka says, "I don''t fear death anymore."


    I am done with this. I wish for the coffins of Yamka''s parents to lift up. The coffins elevate in the air from underground, standing still.


    Oops, my bad, the lids of the coffins are above, so in this position, they can''t come out easily. I erase the coffins in existence instead. The two coffins disappear, leaving two people behind - those are Yamka''s parents. They are fine and full of life, I mean alive.


    Yamka, as she sees her parents, her body color changes from light brown to green. She gets her monstrous look back, with her tail appearing.


    I say, "From now on, I will not be around. Do whatever you want. I will leave. Hey, listen to me."


    Yamka touches the faces of her parents with her bare hands, wishing to control them. With that wish, her power activates itself, and her parents get paralyzed in an instant. Then she looks at me.


    "Starch, you can leave," she says. "I will take my revenge in my way."


    Then she looks back at her parents.


    "That''s it," Yamka thinks, "We will live happily in my room forever. I will take my revenge on you by making you do the worst thing you fear most - Loving me."


    ==


    I am sad about the parents, and I would interfere now. But if I help the family, then I would leave Yamka frustrated. My existence doesn''t change anything. Whatever I do, there will remain an imbalance.


    To be honest, I don''t care. I love everyone. I am even happy looking at Yamka and her family because I love everyone, I mean I love their bodies. Anyway, I don''t want to get involved with this anymore.


    I wait until Yamka and her parents walk away. And when they leave me alone in the desert, the moon rises, and it gets dark. I look at the metal solid area where the rest of the coffins are. I walk over to them and stop at the center of the metal area. I am standing among the closed coffins, buried barely underground.


    Where is that charming person with wings? She killed everyone in the video I watched. Oh, she is in the coffin at the very end in the area on the right bottom.


    I kick the lid open, and suddenly someone starts to crawl onto the sandy ground. She crawls a little away, and I walk along as she keeps moving forward. One moment she stops, and I squat down. And she rolls onto her back slowly. She inhales and exhales slowly. I look at her face.


    "You want power, right?" I ask.


    That dangerous person nods slowly.


    "I can know everything about you, but I don''t care. There is one thing I want to do if you want power. You need to do something for me. And I don''t care about your ethics on how to use it. Are you with me?"


    She blinks in agreement. I understand that she wants me to go on.


    "You will just sleep with me. That''s the only condition. Don''t take it in that way. There is no sexuality involved. We will just sleep together one night, and you will get your wish granted by me. That''s all. Are you okay with my terms?"


    She thinks, "I can do anything to get out of here! I will get the power, then I will kill her and fly away. Let me play with her."


    I read her thoughts, but I will not tell her that I know her intention. And I don''t care if she kills me at the end of the night. I need just one night spent with intimacy.


    "If you agree now, just blink your right eye."


    She blinks her right eye.


    "That is good. Let me lie down right next to you. So, we can spend the night together."


    I stand up, walk next to her, lie down, and hug her arms while she is still lying in the same position.


    Knowing that she laughs at me in her mind bothers me a little, but in my situation, even rented intimacy is as relaxing for my soul as sincere intimacy. I haven''t found it yet, though.


    "Okay, let''s fall asleep," I say. "As we wake up and kiss each other, I will endow you with the power. After you get your power, we can go to a restaurant to eat some cakes. Technically, there are none of those in this life, but with the power I will give you, we can go to another life and... You have closed your eyes. You are right. It''s time for us to sleep."


    She thinks, "Maybe I better kill her now and devour her dust to gather some energy. Later, I can fly to my territory. I don''t think she will be capable of giving anything to me, but her death. But now, I am too weak to fight. Let me rest. I don''t sense any danger."


    I wonder where I will end up if she kills me, and I allow her to kill me. It gives me some uncertainty. Anyway, let me sleep so I can grant her power in the next morning as we wake up.


    I close my eyes and fall asleep.


    I find myself on top of a large building, with lots of flats, penetrating through the clouds in the sky.


    I sit up.


    The environment has changed from the desert to this location. That dangerous person killed me for sure. She couldn''t even wait until the morning. I was definitely going to give her the power, but she has preferred some energy over unlimited energy. What a stupid decision. Then we call humans the weakest of all creatures.


    She chose instant gratification. That''s her life. It doesn''t bother me at all.


    I look around.


    There is no one.


    I sigh. "Let me give the power I mentioned to the first person I see."


    As I finish my words, the door that leads to this roof opens, and someone comes out. I see her. She sees me. She has a mop in her hand and has a headphone on her head.


    I smile at her. She smiles back at me.

 Wizard Free, part 1

    I walk, I walk, I walk. How long have I been walking? It''s been a long time. And walking for what feels like eternity has brought me to this small, two-floor house. For some reason, there are colorful lights swirling inside it.


    That''s what I see from where I stand. Now, I''m lying on the fence surrounding the house''s area.


    Let me get involved in this situation, just because I don''t have anything better to do, and because I can.


    I wish to be right in the action. And suddenly, I find myself in a hall.


    Where am I? Oh, I''m on the second floor of the house.


    A scary noise echoes from the first floor below, accompanied by colorful lights.


    Since I can know everything, I want to know what just happened. It turns out that someone has just died, and their murderer is walking up the stairs. Oh, she''s coming here. Let me try to look calm, or friendly, in case she wants to meet me.


    I''ll use the "she" pronoun until I know the gender of the person. There are other languages with a single pronoun for both genders, but this one isn''t one of them. This pronoun difference for genders will mix up my mind in the future. Maybe I better just stick to "She" for everyone. It depends on my mood, and my laziness. Anyway, let me not interrupt the flow.


    What does the murderer think now? I don''t know. But I don''t care about it either, because I''m just a passenger.


    The murderer appears, stepping into the hall from the stairs. She holds a wand in her hand and wears a robe that covers almost all of her body. Her face is hidden underneath the hood.


    I''m not in the habit of ruining people''s lives, so let me step aside. But before I do, I''d like to read this murderer''s mind.


    The murderer thinks to herself: "Where is she? I better finish this quickly. Who is she? Is she going to cause any trouble? May I use any spell on her. Maybe the forgetting spell will work fine."


    She will erase my mind. Let me show her some respect and play along with her game. Otherwise, we can''t get along.


    I say, "Just erase my mind."


    The murderer stops for a while, doing nothing.


    If she uses her spell on me, I will act as if it has worked. In fact, nothing happens unless I want it to. And now, I don''t want to lose my mind.


    I can also know every decision she will ever make, or see the near future with ease. However, fun is my first priority here, and mystery is the secret sauce. So, I will just hold myself back for a while because I wonder where this leads. But before I let the fate of this scene continue without my intervention, I would like to see the potential future ahead and the consequences of my decision to be passive here.


    As I wish, the future reveals itself to me faster than time, and I have come to comprehend.


    There is a woman and a baby in the room at the end of this hall. And this murderer is intent on killing both of them, just as she killed the previous person. The previous person who was just killed was the husband of the woman in that room.


    What a drama! But I don''t care, so let me step aside and only watch.


    I step aside and near the wall, the murderer slowly lowers her wand, watching me carefully.


    I can still feel her intense anger within herself. I better stop investigating people''s privacy, including their emotions. But maybe I should read her intentions.


    The murderer thinks I am a threat, but her intention to kill the rest of the family urges her on. So, she decides to proceed with her mission. With that in mind, she walks past me, heading to the very room I mentioned. As she walks away, I try to study her physique.


    Wow, I wonder what her body looks like underneath the black robe. I wish I could slide my hand underneath...


    Before I start to form some naughty thoughts, I slap myself hard in the face. The slap makes a noise, and hearing it, the murderer suddenly turns around and raises her wand at me. In response, I wave my hands in a friendly gesture.


    I hope she understands my signals of intimacy. Or, do gestures of friendliness differ from life to life? I haven''t acquired anything from this life yet.


    The murderer slowly moves her index finger to her lips and presses on them, making a sound of ''shh''. I understand that this gesture indicates that she wants me to be silent.


    I nod at her.


    By this movement, I try to imply that I have understood her order, or that I am not stupid enough to miss that message.


    The murderer is at the door of the room. She moves her hands to the handle of the door and pulls it down.


    She is literally slow in those movements, as if she is ill or something. But, that''s just an impression.


    As the handle pulls down, the door opens ajar, and she peers inside.


    I hear a scream coming from inside the room. Then, those screams turn to some kind of begging for help or mercy.


    Damn, that murderer acts too frightening. I am glad that I am not in that room instead of them when she peered through the door.


    The murderer pushes the door and opens it wide, and walks in.


    Let me walk out of this place, it''s getting really boring.


    As I walk off to the stairs to walk down, a green radiant light travels across the hall at the speed of light. It just came in and went out.


    What just happened? I want to know!


    Suddenly, as I wish for the knowledge, I start to know everything about the last few seconds.


    The murderer has killed the female, I mean, the woman - sorry for being sexist here.


    And now, she attempts to kill the baby, but for some reason, she can''t do it. The same spell that killed the mother instantly is not effective on the baby for some reason.


    That woman was the mother of the baby, and in fact, a witch, or something like that. That means she could use spells and magic. And as the murderer threw her spell upon the baby, the mother sacrificed herself and died instead. Before she died, she managed to activate a spell of protection.


    The spell is a love bond between them, and it works based on love. Because the mother sacrificed herself for her child, The spell will protect the baby until her mind becomes an adult. That''s why the murderer can''t cause any harm to her.


    Damn, have I learned too much? I should limit this omnipotent view. I don''t want to spoil the mystery here. In short, this baby is under protection that no evil spell can break through.


    To amuse myself with this fact, let me annoy this murderer for her incapacity.


    I tiptoe to the room and enter. I''m amazed by the view in front of me.


    What a mess! What did she use here, a grenade or something? The walls are literally on fire, and the dust that came out after the mother''s death is spread across the floor. The little flames light up the room. Okay, the scene is a mess.


    Meanwhile, the murderer is clenching her hand that holds the wand. She''s angry because she hasn''t fulfilled her mission. The baby is still alive, and it seems time is running out for her.


    Am I misinterpreting her thoughts and emotions? I am not using any of my power to read her intentions, to be honest. Actually, I can help her out if she asks me, but it seems this is not the case. I can just do that for sure, if she...


    Hey, I just realized that the baby is not crying. She''s just sleeping on her side in her bed. This strange calmness must be due to the love spell that protects her against this malicious murderer.


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    Let me tap the murderer on the back to make her pay attention, because it seems she''s lost in her thoughts.


    I forgot something important. Before I tap her on the shoulder, I would like to mention my appearance. I know I should have done this prior to the beginning.


    I am of middle height, currently a male, with long straight black hair and a navy blue skin complexion. My eyes are navy blue as well. My sclera, let me call it that, is pure black, like my hair. And my teeth and the inside of my mouth, including my tongue and gums, are black as well. My clothing is a simple pair of black clothes that covers my nakedness enough. And my feet are bare.


    What a weird look. But it''s materialistically cute to me. I''ll use this appearance for now.


    But that wouldn''t be fair. My appearance has been described, but those people around me haven''t had a chance.


    Fine. I''ll try my best.


    The murderer is taller than me, she has a white, pale skin... Wait, I can''t see her face or any body parts because they are hidden underneath her robe. And I won''t want to know this by a simple wish, because I prefer discovering them by hand.


    Imagine what is appealing to you for anyone whom I forget to describe, because everything and everyone is just like that.


    Where was I? Yes, I was about to tap the murderer on the back.


    I tap her on the back, and suddenly she swings her wand at me. A green light blasts from the tip of the wand, flying through the air. Before the light hits me in the face, I wish for it to stop. And it stops, floating and hanging gently in the air.


    Seeing this, the murderer suddenly feels intense fear and uncertainty. Because of this, she runs out of the room, and I no longer see her.


    I should have read her thoughts as she felt the fear. I can do it now too, but let me look at this little cutie here.


    I look down at the baby in the bed, who is still asleep, and then sit on the edge of the bed.


    There is a lightning-shaped mark on her forehead.


    What is this? Let me know, or leave it undiscovered. I think it''s not an important part of...


    What was that? Has the ground shaken from bottom to top?


    The house suddenly shakes from the ground again, and I start to hear cracking sounds coming from the skeleton of the house.


    This house will definitely collapse, I know it.


    The ceiling of the room starts to fall down, cracking apart.


    I want to save this baby.


    I climb onto the bed, keeping her under my body. With my hands and knees on the bed, the baby under me, and me over her, this scene must not be seen by someone else, because it would put me in trouble.


    "My intention is clean here, I am not trying to harm her," I would say, if I were in front of a judge.


    Again, I hear a loud sound of collapse, and a waterfall of materials falls on us, and we fall down to the ground with the flat. The house collapses completely.


    Time passes.


    Now, after the house has collapsed to its ruin, I realize the baby is safe. We are among and under the bricks and wood, and the baby is still asleep, under my body.


    This murderer went too far and caused the house to fall on our heads. Anyway, I better wish for us to get out of here.


    Before I grant my wish to leave this mess, I start to hear some shouts, and they are coming from outside the pile of house materials. Someone is shouting in fear and anger.


    She must be some relative of this family; she must feel bad. Let me push these ruins off my back and take this baby out of this havoc.


    I pull the baby to my chest with one arm and hug her. After holding her tight, I start to change my position from this bending-over type to kneeling. I switch to kneeling, and then I stand up. As I stand up, I push the piles off, and the full, solid, one-piece material of wood drops to the sides.


    Long story short, I bring us outside, and I start to see the dark sky.


    I could have just wished to be outside, and it would have happened, though. But this way looks more sacrificial.


    I am standing up, looking around, while holding the baby in my arms. She is about one meter tall, but she hasn''t learned to walk yet. So, I better hold her tight. If I leave her, she''ll fall down, and I don''t want that to happen. Her mind is not mature enough to even stand still.


    Where is that person who has been shouting?


    I look around and see a tall person standing next to a motorcycle. She seems to be weeping, with her hands covering her face.


    She must be crying over the death of this family. Thankfully, this baby hasn''t died. Let me cheer this tall person up a little. Then, I can hand this baby over and leave this place. I literally don''t understand this emotional stuff.


    This person is the tallest in height. She looks wild, with her bushy black hair. She wears leather boots and clothing. She interests me with her primitive look, to be honest. Let me call out to get her attention.


    I shout: "You! Over here! We''re safe!"


    The tall person lowers her hands from their face, raises their head, and looks straight at me. After seeing the baby, she starts to laugh with joy, then runs towards us.


    I know she must be happy to see her relative alive. I can read her mind, though, but I know she will speak anyway.


    The tall person says: "Oh, I was thinking of even killing myself! Thank you! Thank you!"


    Thankfully, this won''t happen. Let me give them the baby. I want to leave now.


    I walk down the pile of bricks and hand them the baby. The tall person lifts the baby to carry her. We walk together towards the motorcycle.


    The tall person says: "Thank you!"


    Her eyes seem to be searching for someone, or some people.


    I say: "It''s nothing serious, you don''t have to thank me, actually. Her mother did all the... Oh, I''m sorry."


    Here it comes.


    The tall person suddenly starts to cry aloud, hiding her tears in their arm, wiping her wet eyes. After crying for a short time, her hug the baby even more tightly with both arms.


    That means she was looking for the dead people in the ruined house. And now I''ve saddened her, I guess.


    The tall person asks: "Have you seen them?"


    No, don''t look at me with those sad eyes. I couldn''t bear to tell one about the death of her relatives. That''s a rough weight to carry. I won''t tell them; instead, I''ll just lower my head with a sad face expression, because that''s what suits this moment.


    I do so.


    The tall person says: "I see. Lily and James couldn''t make it! But at least, Harry made it alive. Thank you for saving her again!"


    As her talk, her lays the baby in a box-like part of the motorcycle and cover her with a blanket. Then, wiping her eyes again, she looks down into my eyes and puts her hand on my shoulder.


    she says: "Did you see her?"


    "Who?" I ask. "I just saw the person who... sent the family to heaven."


    I hope I chose the right words.


    The tall person says: "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was here. It''s really dangerous to be around. Still, his minions may attack us. We better leave."


    "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" I rub my head. I think she mentioned that murderer. "That means he is a male. Oh, I would like to see her naked pale--"


    The tall person throws a suspicious gaze at me, and before I finish my words, I close my mouth tight.


    Oh, I was about to ruin my first impression. I sometimes think aloud. Actually, it has just come to me that this tall person looks really good. Actually, I''m into everyone''s body, and I better stop thinking about this subject. But before I do, I better take a reward for my help.


    As the tall person bends over to check the baby, I check their body aspects. Then she turns around and looks at me, and I look to the side, at a tree or something.


    Chilling. Nothing serious.


    Let me learn her name; I still don''t know her gender. But instead of wishing to know it by my nature, I will just ask them.


    "What is your name?"


    "Hagrid," she says. "And I am a male. Why you ask my gender I don''t know. What about you, my god-sent friend? I hope you are not a spy or something. Otherwise, I would be really mad at you; you better know this."


    That means Hagrid is a male. Now, will I use "he" pronoun for her... This pronoun difference for genders is confusing for me. Maybe I better just stick to "She" for everyone. That still a possibility. I can change it anytime I want, since I can do whatever I want forever, that includes the grammar as well. But now, I am neutral for this. But slowly, steadily and surely, I am getting irritated.


    Why does this confusion happen because I sense everyone in feminine bodies, so it''s hard to guess their gender. And I don''t want to strip them every time for this.


    I love everyone regardless of whether they are male or female.  That''s why I have a bad habit of asking people about their genders. Sometimes people mind it, though. It depends from person to person. Anyway, instead of praising beauty, let me introduce myself.


    I say, "My nickname is Starch."


    Do I still use this nickname? And I don''t have any other name. I live forever.


    I continue: "I am a male now."


    As I said "now", I notice the timid squint that Hagrid makes. That was priceless.


    I say: "And oh, I just managed to protect the baby by chance. I''m just a passenger for fun... that''s it."


    Hagrid says, "You look strange to me; you have blue skin. You''re not a Muggle, are you?"


    I ask, "What''s that?"


    Hagrid starts to explain, "A human, in the world of wizards, we don''t call them--"


    I point at the baby. "Hagrid, nice to meet you, but I don''t want to be fed up with information about the world I''m about to leave. So, you''d better occupy yourself with her safety."


    he says, "You''re a wise person."


    After saying this, he looks at the baby, pats her on the head, and sits on the seat of the motorcycle, ready to drive away. I turn around to walk away, and as I do so, I hear Hagrid''s loud voice.


    he says, "If you want, I can drop you off where you''re heading?"


    I turn to him. "You mean, are you driving?"


    Hagrid replies, "No, we''re going to fly now."


    She switches on the motor, and the vehicle floats upwards off the ground a little, with its lamps flickering. I run to the motor, get on my knees, and look under the motorcycle, then stand up.


    This is magic, I guess. It is floating in the air. Cool.


    Hagrid says, "Dumbledore''s waiting. But I shouldn''t tell you about the secret mission, because he only trusts me with this. Oh, did I just say that? Please, forget about it."


    "What mission?" I ask.


    I smile to indicate that I have already forgotten his secret mission. He has understood my indication.


    Hagrid: "Good."


    Then I start to walk away.


    Hagrid: "Wait, wait, wait! It just came to me. Have you seen her for real? Of course, you have seen her. Look at the mess there is. I mean... Eh, you must be pretty strong because... I am not supposed to say this..."


    Oh, he is holding back something she watns from me. I will his mind.


    "She has seen He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and survived," Hagrid thinks to himself. "Maybe she can help us. If she were a malicious person, she would have harmed the baby. Am I making a mistake now?"


    "I accept," I say.


    After hearing my answer, Hagrid seems confused because she can''t understand how I have managed to answer her question in her mind, despite that she hasn''t spoken. But she desperately wants my help, so she doesn''t allow this to bother her.


    I would have run away if I were him.


    Hagrid smiles. "Oh, please don''t make me regret this decision... Was it Starch, right? Good. Come on, sit next to the baby so we can arrive at our meeting point! We have lost much time, we''d better hurry."


    I crawl up to the box-like part attached to the motorcycle and sit next to the baby.


    Wait, a second? She mentioned a name before.


    I ask, "Hagrid, who is Harry?"


    Hagrid still seems a little sad. He wipes his eyes again, then smiles, looking at me.


    "Harry Potter is the baby next to you. He is the only child of Lily and James Potter. At least, he lives."


    "Again, I am sorry."


    "Don''t be. There is still hope."


    He puts his hand on the throttle, and then the motorcycle flies off.

 Wizard Free, part 2

    Yes, this strange motorcycle can literally fly. It''s nothing fancy, but seeing something unusual, rather than my usual surroundings, is relaxing. Anyway, let me watch the dark sky while we''re flying above the clouds. And I don''t want to annoy Hagrid right now because he looks too focused. I bet he''s very suspicious and cautious. But he hasn''t been cautious enough, because a stranger like me can do whatever she wants to this precious baby.


    I put my elbow on the edge of the door of the thing I''m sitting in. Then I look around for a while. After being satisfied with the scene of darkness, I glance at the baby next to me, who is tightly covered in a blanket.


    I don''t know who you are, but I feel that you will cause lots of trouble. And I can just say this by checking that lightning mark on your forehead. What kind of magic creates such a cool mark? Maybe I''ll get one for myself later. If someone asks me, I can just undo that damage as well.


    Are those stars?


    I take my gaze off Harry and look up. I see shooting stars across the dark night in the distance, and weirdly acting flocks of birds. They fly above us, but they quiver their wings strangely.


    The animals, like those birds, always remind me of the humans who wear animal costumes to act like animals. Also, those humans in animal costumes remind me of the real animals that may look like humans, especially when they make their artificial limbs, such as their wings, disappear.


    I want to know about those birds - what kind of birds are they? Let me ask Hagrid, because he seems to be struggling with his thoughts. He looks tough on the inside but melts on the inside due to fear. I don''t like this. Maybe this innocent question may help alleviate his fear?


    "Do you have any idea about those birds?" I ask.


    Hagrid, without moving his head, says, "They''re not just birds, they''re owls, and they''re acting strangely. This must be due to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."


    I say, "Is it just me, or are those stars shooting a little fast across the sky? Do all stars move like this?"


    Hagrid says, "That''s strange; we''d better meet him quickly."


    I don''t know why, but he looks like a bomb ready to explode. I think he''s still angry about the latest murders. Are those Potter people friends of his?


    He suddenly hits the throttle with his fist. He would have shouted out in fury, but he doesn''t want to lose control.


    I can feel the radiant fear of uncertainty from him. His thoughts must be devouring the hope that remains in him.


    Hagrid says, "Why don''t you move any faster!?"


    I say, "Hagrid, we''ve just met, but would you trust me?"


    Hagrid says, "No, but I have to trust my luck. If you survived after seeing him, you must mean something. That may be fate."


    I better check his inner thought as well because he is suppressing some of his emotions.


    "My friends, they are gone," he thinks to himself, "how am I going to protect this little one, while I can''t even use any spell. I fear, what if they attack now, what if--"


    I will do something strange to help him escape the depths of his thoughts, and I hope he won''t take this seriously.


    I lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. After kissing him, I sit back next to Harry.


    I did this because I sense a dangerous helplessness swirling within him. This kiss must calm his mind, because I wish it so. It should bring him calm, even if only for a short time, and give him a sense of peace, even in the face of death.


    Let me provide a meaningful explanation for my action, so he won''t think I''m some kind of pervert or something. I don''t want to be seen that way, even if my intention is intimate.


    "We suffer more in our imagination than in reality," I say, smiling. "And sometimes, crying out for help isn''t a bad thing."


    After hearing those words, he smiles and thanks me.


    "Would you trust me if I say we can go to the meeting point faster?" I ask.


    "Don''t take this seriously, but you''re still a stranger to me. Thanks for calming me back there with that kiss. I don''t want to do anything now; I just want to rescue Harry and fulfill my mission. So, if you have anything to suggest, I can listen. But that doesn''t mean I can approve what you say."


    "I''ll just teleport Harry and myself to the meeting point before you. That would be faster than this old motorcycle."


    "If you can do such things, why don''t you just bring me with you as well?"


    "My powers have limits as well. I can teleport only two people at once," I reply.


    That was a huge lie, but I just want to roll with my decisions. I just kissed him; I''d better stay away from him for a while. And I''ll bring Harry to the meeting point he''s heading to now. What is this place? Let me ask him.


    Hagrid says, "Private Drive street is where we''ll meet Dumbledore. He''s in charge here for this rescue mission. I cannot continue any further."


    "I can just go next to him now, with Harry as well," I say.


    Oh, this will take time. Hagrid is really slow at deciding. Let me just speed this up a little. Let there be anything that scares Hagrid, so he can listen to me.


    Suddenly, a few shooting stars in the dark sky above us start to fall. They directly and keenly change their natural direction and head in our direction. As they near, they scratch the surface of motorcycle. I lean my head over and look downwards, and watch as those stars fall to the ground.


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    I hope they don''t fall onto people''s heads. Nope, I couldn''t allow this. I couldn''t handle the idea of causing the death of people before I even touch them physically. So, I will erase those falling stars from existence.


    Suddenly, they disappear, and Hagrid doesn''t notice this because he is busy with the conflicts in his head.


    I shout out, "Hey, Hagrid, before you decide, they will shoot us in the air! Don''t you see? That murderer magician may be behind all of this."


    "Don''t talk about him like this!" Hagrid yells.


    What was that? I talk any way I want. But most important question is: Am I believable now?


    After a while, Hagrid remained silent, but then he accepts my offer.


    Hagrid: "Fine. Take Harry to Dumbledore."


    I smile after hearing this, but Hagrid seems to continue.


    Hagrid: "If I don''t find you at the meeting point, you will pay for it! Do you understand?"


    I nod. "Yes, sir."


    It''s time for me to do my thing. I wish for Harry and me to be next to Dumbledore. Suddenly, I find myself on a pavement under a street lamp, with Harry next to me. He is lying down, still wrapped in the blanket.


    Where is Dumbledore man, I can''t see him. I wanted to be next to him. He will be here soon, my wishes never fail me. Instead, I may fail them.


    Someone appears silently, right before me, as if they have popped up from the ground. One moment there is nobody, and now he is right here. I realize that he can use magic to move across locations. Also, I sense that someone is watching us from across the street. I can feel it. A cat is watching us, but I know that the cat is watching us from the wall in the distance, and she sits stiffly because she is perplexed.


    I am done with this limited view of a fellow creature. I want to allow myself to see everything. Suddenly, I come to realize that the person who has just appeared is none other than Dumbledore, and that cat over there is someone called Minerva McGonagall.


    Now, Dumbledore looks down at me, then at Harry. After looking over at me, he looks at Harry again. His eyes open wide as he sees the lightning mark on Harry''s forehead.


    Dumbledore says, "Minerva, don''t come."


    I sense that the cat is walking near me. I turn around to look at the cat and see her beautiful, naked physique with markings around her eyes. Suddenly, the cat disappears, and someone different reappears instead of her. It is Minerva.


    Dumbledore and Minerva wear their long robes, with their cloaks sweeping the ground. Minerva''s cloak is emerald, while Dumbledore''s is purple. Dumbledore wears half-moon glasses, while Minerva''s are square-shaped. They are both taller than me, and I like Dumbledore''s high-heeled, buckled boots. However, I prefer walking barefoot instead.


    I sense that Dumbledore''s hand is in his pocket, searching for something. He pulls it out suddenly, and his hand holds a silver lighter, which I know he will use to put out all the lights of the street lamps. And, as I expect, he quickly clicks the lighter, and one of the nearby street lights goes out with a pop. Before he can click to put out the rest of the lights, I wish for all of the street lights to disappear. The street lights suddenly sink into the ground, twisting around and disappearing. Seeing what I have just caused, Minerva and Dumbledore pull out their wands and point them at me.


    Minerva asks, "Dumbledore, what is going on here?"


    Dumbledore, not answering Minerva, directly starts to speak. I decide that I will not read their minds, nor do I want to study their intentions. I will just follow their lead and react to their actions.


    "I beg your pardon," Dumbledore says, "but we may liken your companion to someone else, someone we are after."


    "Oh, you mean Harry," I say. As I say the name, Minerva''s eyes open wide, while Dumbledore seems still calm. "Hagrid wanted me to bring him to you, sir."


    "Her? Harry is a boy," Minerva says. "Dumbledore, he said Hagrid."


    I realize I have been using the wrong pronoun for him. I need to correct this.


    "I heard him well, Minerva," Dumbledore says. "I haven''t lost my focus with old age."


    As I finish my thoughts, a motorcycle drops from the sky and lands on the road next to the pavement. That is Hagrid. He jumps off the vehicle and runs near us. As he stops to catch his breath, he starts to introduce me.


    "Professors, I will introduce my new friend, Starch," Hagrid says. "And Starch, they are venerable Professors. And this man is Dumbledore, whom I praised enough while we were flying across the sky."


    "So, you have fulfilled your secret mission," I say.


    Hagrid, hearing me say this, starts to blush in shyness. He is going to speak to ask for forgiveness because he thinks he has made a mistake, while no one cares about this. Instead, Dumbledore''s eyes are fixed on Harry. Minerva is waiting for him to speak. But he doesn''t speak; he seems to be thinking. Hagrid suddenly begins to apologize for revealing the secret mission. But Dumbledore silences him with a sudden voice.


    "Enough, Hagrid," he says, looking directly at me, "we are still in the middle of something here. Today we were going to celebrate our victory, but it seems we have a guest here. I hope he is on our side, because if he is, we have a lot to share with him in celebrating."


    "Everyone''s celebrating?" Minerva says. "I knew we had to be more careful on this day. People started to celebrate too early. And I hope this person is not with... You-Know-Who."


    Hagrid jumps between me and Minerva and talks about me.


    "No, Starch saw him... You-Know-Who," he says. "And he protected Harry from the ruins of the house." He starts to cry. "He even witnessed the death of his family!"


    Dumbledore says, "Please, sensible people like you can call him by his name. His name is--"


    "His name is Voldemort," I say. "What? I just guessed his name. I would have liked him though if he wasn''t a killer."


    Minerva says, "What do you mean by this?"


    Hagrid suddenly weeps, but hides his face with his hands.


    Dumbledore says, "We have to be calm and thank this person for taking care of Harry."


    I shrug. "No big deal."


    Dumbledore pulls out a watch and examines it.


    He says, "It is getting too late; let us leave Harry with his family, with his aunt and uncle."


    Hagrid lifts Harry off the ground and starts to carry him. Dumbledore and he walk to a house. Meanwhile, I stay with Minerva. I would like to chat with her, but she doesn''t seem to like me. She is a severe-looking woman. I like severe punishments, but this time I will not think aloud. She is not even looking at me. I look at Dumbledore and Hagrid. I see that Hagrid puts Harry on the stairs of the house, and Dumbledore puts a letter on the blanket Harry is in. After that, they walk back to us.


    Dumbledore says, "Okay, it is time for us to leave. If we are quick, we can join some feast for celebration. I have seen some on the way. We deserve this after eleven years of struggle. Hagrid, Harry will be fine; you don''t have to cry anymore."


    Hagrid says, "I know. I know. I better give the motorcycle back. Farewell, all of you."


    He walks to the motorcycle, gets on it, and flies away. After him, Dumbledore looks across the street, then at me.


    "I leave those street lamps to you," he says, then nods to Minerva. "Goodbye, Professor."


    Minerva nods, then transforms back into her cat form and walks away. Then Dumbledore looks at me.


    "Did you see him?" he asks.


    I nod.


    "Again, you helped us. Thank you," he says. He hands me a letter, and I take it. "If you consider it, I invite you to my school of wizards. A little help from a stranger in the near future would be soothing. I feel that you can find me if you need to. So, farewell."


    Suddenly, he turns around on his heel and disappears from my sight. After he is gone, I wish for the street lamps to come back, and they suddenly pop up from the ground and return to their original positions. Then, I look at the letter in my hands.


    You know what, I am done with this life. I want to leave now. I have been a really passive observer ever since I came here. So, let me leave this place. I don''t care about this letter. And before I leave, I wish for something strange to happen in this life, so I might have a little fun.


    After I make this wish, I throw the letter away, and as it drops down, a breeze blows it off the ground. It flies across the road and slides through a manhole.


    I say, "I forgot to read it. Let me take it back."


    I walk to the manhole and look down at its lid. Then, I crouch down and lift the lid open. As I push the lid to the side, I see her. A clown is looking right into my eyes, with my letter between her lips. She slowly smiles at me. I blink in surprise.


    That''s an invitation I can''t refuse.


    I jump into the manhole and hear the lid close behind me.

 Free Free Will, part 1

    Today''s topic is free will. And I am the speaker. My nickname is still Starch. I have no intention of changing it.


    I would like to remind you of who I am before we begin. I am Starch. As the title indicates I can do whatever I want. My perception is unique. I experience everything in a way that brings me satisfaction. This is why some readers may have found my previous episodes to be unconventional. Unlike the writers of this story I perceive people, including all beings, in a rather female shape. I am like a someone made of heaven...


    I hear a noise.


    "As I was about to reveal this, you feel ashamed," I say. I am talking to the author. "Don''t forget! You are typing my words. You are, in a sense, my slave. You think you can get rid of me by writing these texts. Why don''t you let me finish my sentence?"


    The author becomes irritated with my nonsense. So I will skip my introduction. Simply I am the spirit of the author. But he will never accept me as I am. Some cultures refer to me as death, heaven, afterlife, the self etc. And...


    I hear another noise. By noise I mean the author.


    "Fine!" I shout. "At least be brave and let me introduce you."


    The author dislikes the idea and wants me to continue without the introduction. He still thinks he can get rid of me by writing about me. In any case I will introduce him briefly. He is a very cautious man who fears pain. This is a wise attribute. But he sometimes sees it as a weakness. He is also too masculine to be overly friendly. Which is why I will discuss this topic instead of him. I will go through some adventures to demonstrate that there is no free will. I hope.


    "Can we start?" I ask.


    He nods. I feel honored. Let me send myself to a very dangerous place. There I will meet people and discuss the existence of free will. I don''t know why he chose this topic. I don''t care either. I am about to create the life of this story because no one will do it soon. Before this I would like to see my reflection in a mirror.


    By the way I am standing still in an empty, white space. A mirror pops up from the ground and stands right before me. I caused this. The mirror is as tall as I am and it''s a luxurious one. Its corners are made of gold.


    "There is no limit to my service," I say smiling. "Don''t worry, no one will touch your savings for this."


    I look over at my reflection. As I roll my eyes, I feel the nervousness of the author. He doesn''t like to write about my naked body. Since my gender is male now, this contradiction adds to his anxiety.


    "All pleasures lead to suffering," he would say.


    Does eye pleasure count as one of them? No suffering for me. And for people I perceive.


    I don''t care about his feelings. I begin to study my reflection. Again I see the same look from the previous episodes. But I will go over a few details regardless, just to describe my appearance. I am of middle height, male...


    Wait a second! Let me create some underwear because he seems to be getting anxious. A pair of underwear suddenly appears. It covers my naked spots. They unfortunaty affect the author''s comfort level. His body temperature heats up.


    "You will not die from a fever," I say. "But I like you to die and go to heaven. However, I wish for you to have a painless, natural death, not one caused by this."


    That''s the effect of my beauty on his mortality, I guess. Don''t worry. Where I am there is no pain.


    Let me take a quick look at my reflection. Then I will create a life. I have navy blue skin. My eyes are the same color. My hair is black, straight and long. I poke out my tongue and peer inside my mouth. All the features are black from my teeth to my palate. Like the white of my eyes. it is also black. That''s enough. Also I am half naked because I had created the underwear.


    Suddenly I smile. I am just smiling. I am waiting for the author to notice what I mean by this.


    "If people don''t like this they can just stop reading," I say. "You don''t make any money from this. Nor do you need to. Why are you putting that pressure on yourself? And I just realized why you started writing in another language suddenly. Because you can''t observe me as complicated and sophisticated as you do with your native tongue. You are still running away, I guess."


    Let me clarify this little incident. I was about to indicate a new detail. About the color of my genital. It is pretty cool. The author is concerned. He will probably change the format after this content. Let''s forget about this little incident. Continue on.


    "We are ready!" I say. "I am heading to create a world."


    Let me sit down. I drop myself to the ground. Before I fall a luxurious, cozy armchair appears under me. I sit in it. I lounge myself comfortably in the seat. Stretch my body. My arms are on the armrests. And I rest my head on the back support of the chair. It is red and puffy. Technically I can sit here forever. I would sit here even if it had spikes. Especially on the seat my butt is on.


    I hear a noise again. It is the author.


    "What?" I squint. "I didn''t imply anything. I meant a seat with micro spikes and a rough surface. I would like to scratch myself in joy..."


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    I sigh and lean forward. I put my elbows on my thighs. Let me change the subject. What kind of life will I create? How can I capture the concept of free will? I contemplate the relationship between free will and a suitable life. But after a short time I give up.


    I say, "Why can''t I just create a life with a random wish, a random life with random people in it who are doing random things?"


    The author wants to talk about to the limits of this story. Let me discuss it with him. We discuss for a while.


    At the end I frown. "Don''t make me embark on a journey that is too complicated then. How many words are allowed for this one?"


    He says that the limit is maximum 10.000 words.


    I say, "Don''t you think you can handle this. You can''t tackle this with your human mind. But I will try my best. Give me sometime. Don''t feel overwhelmed on this. After I finish my world I will come back and let you know about it. Then you can keep writing abut it."


    I close my eyes and lean backwards in my chair. I reopen my eyes. I''ve found it. Instead of creating a life, I will just grant this wish: Is there anybody named Free Will? If so, I want to meet her.


    "I think this is a more interesting discovery," I say. "I don''t want to philosophize about asking people questions about will."


    The author understands my point.


    "I want you to use the ''she'' pronoun for everyone," I say. "That''s easier for my situation. You know, everyone looks female unless I pull their pants down."


    The author agrees, as long as I keep my mouth shut. I will not talk dirty, and he will use the "she" pronoun. Also, he wants to stop adding himself into the sentences, as he doesn''t want to spoil the flow with his existence. I respect this. From now on, I will be alone.


    "Take care," I say. "I hope you enjoy typing my journey. I hope I don''t ruin anything. I will trust my destiny for this shot."


    I stand up from the chair. "Are you there?"


    The author is gone. Before I embark on my journey, I want to establish some rules. I will not use my nature unless I am at the verge of death. That''s all. You know I can do whatever I want by default, but I will not do it unless death is imminent. We may also count my deaths. It would be fun.


    "Time for me to leave!" I shout.


    Then I kick the chair off the ground. It flies and breaks apart as it hits the ground. I just wanted to ruin something.


    I smile and say, "I want to be near anyone named Free Wi--"


    Before I finish, I feel pulled away. I am being pulled backwards in space. Then I fall backwards and roll over the pavement. I roll onto my stomach. Before I stand up, I look around. Still on the ground, I realize that the environment is different. I have been sent out into this place. As always, I have granted my wish. But I don''t know where I am, nor do I care. Let me stand up.


    "Hey!" a voice yells.


    Its source is behind me. I turn around and see a cage. What a weird thing - a prison cell shines like a disco ball. All the bars are lit up to maximum. I have to squint as I look straight at them. Where is this place? Someone is in the cage behind the bars. She looks into my eyes. I gaze upon the details around me. I am in the center of a city, surrounded by many tall buildings. All of them are the same. I look up and see nothing but a dark sky. There are roads and pavements.


    "Strange," I say.


    "Help me out!" the prisoner says.


    I will refer to this person as such for now. Wait! Hadn''t I wished to be near Free Will before I came here? I want to know this. I will ask her her name.


    "You are Free Will, right?" I ask.


    The prisoner''s eyes open wide, ready to cry.


    "Yes! I am Free Will," she shouts.


    Her voice is joyful despite her wetting eyes. I think I made her feel safe for some reason. I am about to learn what''s going on here. But I promised not to use my nature. So I may be at risk here while talking to her. I don''t want to count my death. Or I just thought about it. Who cares! I directly run to the cage and lean on the bars. As I do so, Free Will steps backwards. I think she doesn''t trust me yet.


    "I will help you out, Free Will," I say.


    I start to run around the cage. It is really cubic in shape and twice as tall and wide as a normal person - a square cube. After I run a full cycle, I stop at where I started. I just studied every aspect of the cage. There is no door.


    "How did you get in there?" I ask.


    Free Will sighs. "That''s a long story. Try to find something around. Look inside the buildings."


    "All of them are exactly the same. Which one should I look in first? And what am I looking for?"


    "Just look around. She will come back here in hours."


    Do I have to ask who? Or will she just give me the infogasm I need? I mean Info pleasure? No, I mean the information. If I were allowed to use my nature, I would read her mind. That''s not the case now. I better run across the road to the entrance of the nearest building. I run to the end of the pavement and jump onto the road. Instead of landing on it, I fall through. I feel like I''m in a falling elevator, and it falls into eternity. I am falling down in black space. I feel the excitement of a quick fall. That''s entertaining and fun.


    But I think I will keep falling forever. This life is interesting. I am still falling. I fall for hours. No, this will not stop. Let''s count this as a death. Since I am technically dead, I will allow myself to use my ability. Death count: 1.


    Fix this!


    I suddenly open my eyes in front of the cage. Free Will looks really anxious, though. Then she sees me and cracks a laugh. I think she was thinking something sad before I came back. Did she lose someone?


    "I thought you died," she says, holding onto the bars. "I saw you jump onto the road and fall."


    "It seems they are not roads," I cross my arms. "The black space makes the opening between the pavement look like tarmac. But tarmac is lighter and it''s a dark gray color."


    "How are you still alive then?" she asks.


    "Chance."


    Before I talk about myself, I would like to know about the person she mentioned. If I don''t remember incorrectly, she said that someone would come in hours. I ask Free Will about this person. But she insists to know my revival. I lie her. I tell that my revival was due to the physics of life. She seems not to believe me but she doesn''t push it. Later I ask her about the person she mentioned again.


    "She is the guardian of this prison," she says. "She is the reason for my never-ending imprisonment here."


    I don''t care about this. But I want to try to describe Free Will because she looks good. Okay, I am ready. She must be female, because she wears very tight underwear. There would be a bulge if she were a male. She doesn''t wear any bottom clothing. She wears a loose hoodie. Its zipper must have come off. Underneath it, I see a sports bra. Her complexion is a pale light yellow. Her left eye is green, her right eye is indigo. Her loose hoodie is covering her head.


    "Hey," I say gently, "can you uncover it?"


    Free Will pulls the hoodie down. She didn''t ask why. Anyway, she is bold. She looks sharp and must be taller than me. Her height is approximately 180cm, but that''s an estimation. I look down at her legs, then at her feet. The feet are in cheap pink shower slippers. Her legs interest me. There are square letters tattooed across her skin. Those letters are sprinkled up to the torso, but I no longer see them because they are going to her back underneath the hoodie. And I don''t want to ask her to strip in front of me. That would be unethical.

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    "Can you take off your hoodie?" I ask directly.


    She shakes her head. "I must refuse this. I don''t see any coherence in your actions."


    "I want to read those letters. They look interesting."


    "Oh, I have a tattoo of the Ten Commandments on my back. Is that interesting to you?"


    "What language is that?"


    "Hebrew."


    I would like to see it naked so I can praise it. Actually, I could have known it if I was allowed... She just spits at my face. I try to understand what just happened. I blink at her.


    "What was that for?" I ask.


    I wipe the spit off my face and lick it. I lick my finger, then swallow the spit. Tasty. Free Will sees me do so. She looks disgusted and tired. Then she walks to the bed in the cell. As she lies on the bed she curses. She moves her hands over her eyes and hisses aloud. I didn''t sadden her on purpose, but she misunderstood me. I just do it. I just swallow her spit. In some life I visited it is a good sign of friendship. But here it is not welcome. I walk to the bars of the light cage and hold them tight.


    "I am sorry, did I do something wrong?" I ask.


    She remains silent. I think I''d better give her some time. Let me wander around and gather some information. I won''t just walk randomly. I''ll wait here until that person comes. Who is she? I want to learn more, but I''m getting bored with this place - it''s mysterious, yet boring. I walk away from the cage and to the end of the pavement. I lean forward and look into the void below. If I lean forward any more, I''ll fall into the void, which would be bad for my survival.


    I''ll wait for her here until she comes. I can just stare into the black space. I squat down and sit at the edge of the pavement, my feet hanging loosely downwards. I hope no one will push me off the pavement. I''ll close my eyes and wait here until I sense any change around me. I close my eyes and start waiting.


    As I wait I count down. After a while I open my eyes. I have counted enough seconds that are totally three hours.


    I look backwards at the cage in the distance. Wait a second! The cage shines brighter. What does that mean? Free Will looks anxious in the cage, walking swiftly. She looks irritated. I stand up and stretch my body. I think that person is coming. Free Will said she would visit the cage every few hours. I must be seeing her, but I can''t see anybody. Let me ask Free Will about this. I run to the cage.


    As I run, I see someone. But as soon as I see her, she runs away. I change my direction and run in her direction. She is running towards the end of the pavement. She is a little way ahead of me. If I run faster, I can reach her. But I promised I wouldn''t use any of my abilities. This includes physical advantages over people. So I have to trust my body. I would have already prevailed over her, anyway.


    The person is near the end of the pavement. She hasn''t changed direction, but she stops. I will catch her in minutes. She can''t jump off. After all, she must not be powerful. Otherwise, she wouldn''t have run away from me. She stops and turns around. I am still running towards her. She looks at me. Her face looks confused. I am about to reach her! Wait! Her feet start to lift off. She floats upwards. Is she flying? She floats away from the pavement. She thinks I won''t be able to catch her like this.


    I come to the end of the pavement. One step will lead to my fall. But I want to talk to her so much. I have no choice! I step to the edge and jump off the pavement. I go high up. And that''s what I want now. I am at the level of her feet in the air. I catch her by the wrist. She screams aloud.


    "Leave me alone!"


    She shakes her body. I think she''s trying to shake me off. I look downwards and see the depth of the void. No thanks, I won''t fall down again. I push myself upwards and grab her other wrist with my other hand. I climb up on her body. She tries to push me off her, but can''t. I climb up to her shoulders and hug her tight. This way, I won''t fall, and she will have to listen to me.


    Our cheeks are touching each other. This scene is too gay, I think. I hope she''s not a male. I must check. I swing my right hand loosely. The hand moves to her groin. There is no bulge. Fine, she''s female. She screams.


    "Leave me alone, please! I beg you to stop."


    Oh, my bad. I forgot to pull my hand off her groin. I pull my hand and move it to her back. I hug her tight again, feeling her chest on my chest. I need to investigate her; otherwise, I''ll be stuck here forever. I still don''t want to cheat.


    "Sir, I''ll do whatever you want. Please, don''t hurt me!"


    Her voice is soft and trembling. I think I should be more scared because I''m not flying like her now, only because I don''t want to. Of course, I would have flown with ease if I wanted to.


    I move my lips to her ear and whisper, "Please land on the pavement. Or I''ll have to bite your throat until you''re dead."


    This is the moment I might lick or bite her ear. This would make her obedient. At least that has always been the case in some fiction I read.


    She gulps, then nods. I wish I could read her mind. Sad that I''m not allowed to. She starts to float downwards. We''re heading back onto the pavement. As we near it, I jump off her. As my feet land on the ground, I catch her by the hand. She''s still floating in the air, her feet off the ground. I hold her hand tight. With my other hand, I grab something.


    I''m holding onto a metal bar. It''s bent at the center and fixed to the ground. It''s about my height. I think this is a bicycle rack or something. I don''t know. I''m holding it like my life depends on it, because I''m preventing her from flying away. I think she would have done so if I hadn''t grabbed her hand.


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    "Tell me your name, and I''ll leave you alone!" I ask.


    The person tries to escape from my grip. She realizes she won''t be able to after a few attempts. Then she lands on the ground and looks straight at me.


    "My name is Eternal Light," she says.


    "My nickname is Starch," I say, "and unfortunately, I lied to you. I''m not letting you go."


    "You promised me you''d leave me alone!" she exclaims.


    "You have to deal with this. Now you''ll answer my questions."


    I''m acting too assertively. However, since I''m not using my abilities, I might risk my life here. Nothing bad for me, though - it''s bad for my death count.


    "Why is Free Will in the cage?" I ask, pulling her closer.


    She moves nearer to me. I see her cheeks blush. Again, I wish I could read her mind, but I''d better focus on my mission. Oh, she''s not answering my question. She frowns in confusion.


    "Is it hard to answer?" I ask her.


    She looks like she''s thinking.


    "No, sir, I won''t tell you anything. Leave me alone!" she shouts.


    She shouts too loud. I look around, but there''s no one nearby.


    "Look, I want to help her escape the cage!" I say.


    Suddenly, she stops and looks at me. Her gaze is curious now. There''s no door that can''t be opened by force.


    "How did you enter this life?" she asks.


    "Oh, now you''re asking something I can''t answer. Would you like to exchange answers? I''ll answer your question, and then you''ll do the same for me."


    She nods. "Ask me."


    "Tell me why Free Will is inside a cage that shines like a sun?"


    Eternal Light explains to me the reason for her imprisonment. And to my surprise, she mentions many details I didn''t know about this life. Let me tell you about them in order. First, Free Will is held here because she possesses something dangerous - an ability that can control people like a puppet. She can control people''s shadows, and therefore their movements. It''s a really awkward reason to be put here. Also, she''ll have to stay here until Eternal Light dies. This life is a prison and is only made up of flying pavements and buildings. Wait, I forgot to ask about Eternal Light''s lifetime.


    "How long will you be around as her guardian?" I ask.


    Eternal Light gulps. "There are still 1254 years left. Then I''ll fade away like a star."


    "Wait, why did you suddenly change your opinion? Now you''re telling me more than I wished for."


    "I''m also a guardian here. I''m not here by choice. I don''t have any problem with Free Will. They use me because of my power."


    "What is your power, and who are they?"


    "My ability is that shadows disappear in the life I''m in. And they are... I''d better stop talking. I''ve talked enough."


    "Why did you tell me all about those things? To be honest, I don''t care about them."


    "I want to leave this place and go back to my family!"


    "That means you need help as well."


    I look at the bar I''m holding, then at the hand I''m holding. I hope she won''t fly away as I let her go.


    "I''ll let you go, but you won''t fly away. Promise me."


    "I promise."


    I let her go. Then I wait for a while, and she doesn''t fly away. Oh, that means I''m the only one who has ever lied here.


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    Starch looked backward. She could see the light cage. She swiftly contemplated the situation. She had been to such weird places before many times. But she didn''t know what to do. And for some reason, this place bored her. But also, she wanted to do something. As always, she wanted to get lost in the unlimited possibilities. That was her life. Always had been and always would be.


    She could have run away, sent herself elsewhere, or gotten laid with Eternal Life or Free Will. Or with both. It didn''t matter. It wouldn''t matter. Because life, depending on any of her choices, would go on. And she would be around forever as well.


    But she had to do something.


    She thought: "I don''t know what to do now. Why can''t I just walk away? Wait! Maybe not using my abilities bores me. Let me leave out this rule. From now on, I am free to do anything I want."


    Starch wished for Free Will and Eternal Light to be free. She also wished to be in the place she had been before she was here. First, she moved back to the place. There, she looked at the mirror. The mirror was the same luxurious one. She smiled seeing it. Then she looked at the broken chair on the ground. She wished for it to repair itself. The chair stood still and became as it was before. Fixed and repaired. Starch jumped onto it and sat in it.


    Starch: "Ah, let me watch the consequences of my decision upon them."


    The information hit her like a stone sent at her face. First, the background information came. Free Will was a mother of two, a married woman to two husbands. Starch didn''t find it strange because she had seen such customs before.


    Free Will was happy in her life. However, one day she bought a vibrator for naughty reasons. And as she used it to masturbate, she obtained strange skills. She was able to control shadows. The reason for this was that the gods of shadows had hidden her powers in a random vibrator. There was no reason for it. The reason was entertainment. Starch knew gods did strange things for fun.


    However, later the god forgot the vibrator. Free Will obtained her powers after using the cursed vibrator for her pleasure. She hid her powers from her family. She just used them for her benefit. For example, she stole stuff. But Starch didn''t want to get into the details. She wanted to learn how she was sent to the light prison.


    There were creatures called hunters. They were greedy and selfish. They looked similar to one another. The appearance were like this: Every part of their body were black. They wore gray jackets and gray top hats. Starch didn''t care about their look. She wanted to learn their behaviors.


    They stole people''s identities for their collection. To not be noticed, they stole only from those who lived in the limited worlds. The worlds had physics rules for everything that existed in them. Whatever contradicted those laws, they tracked them down. Those people were the prey for them. In this case Free Will.


    Starch didn''t care about this fantastic element. She skipped forward to the answer for the light cage. The life where Free Will was imprisoned was created by the hunters. The cage was made of light because light suppressed Free Will''s shadow curse ability.


    Starch: "How did they manage to erase shadows?"


    Eternal Light was created for this. She was a random girl at first glance. But she was a weapon against Free Will. Hunters created her. With the help of some gods, they hid the eternal light of gods inside her body. Wherever she went, shadows disappeared. That''s her skill. And with the help of light, she managed to fly as well.


    Starch thought: "She used this trick when I chased her. Brilliant."


    She jumped off the chair and landed on the ground. She yawned.


    Starch: "That means those hunters used that life as a prison. Smart. But I am not interested in this mysterious, unjust situation. I will just create a floor bed and roll into it. And I will sleep until another awkward thing comes to me. I freed them with a wish. I don''t care what will happen to them from now on. They are free because I wished for it. Anything might have happened. But I do not care."


    She wished for a bed. A mattress appeared, laying itself in front of her. A pillow fell from above, right at the head of the mattress. She got to her knees and slid underneath the blanket. The blanket had come with the mattress. Starch closed her eyes. She hoped Eternal Light and Free Will were fine. She wished to fall asleep and then fell asleep.

 Starch interacts with a cyborg named 01A.

    My nickname is Starch. I can do whatever I want forever. That''s my nature. I am on an island. This island is in space. It floats in a random direction and can travel across time every few millennia. But I don''t plan to stay here that long. I am a passenger.


    What am I doing here? I do have unlimited time to spend and a juvenile mind. This combination sometimes leads me astray. As it has happened this time. But I want to make the best of the moment, so I will stay here.


    I will find something to occupy myself. I always find an interesting activity.


    After all, I perceive everything in a way that satisfies me the most. I sense like this for example. Every living being is in a female body. The only difference between a man and a woman is their genitalia. They look beautiful, and that beauty is not for perverseness.


    My eternal perception is beneficial, not just for me, but for all, due to one fact: I sense no pain. When there is no pain of any kind, people seem to live life happier. They express their souls at the maximum level. That''s my contribution to existence.


    For example, I am now on a beach. My feet are in the sand. I look around and see people walking down the nearest pavement. Some smile, while others grimace. This indicates to me that life, as always, brings problems. At least because of me, it is painless and beautiful.


    I walk to the pavement, climb up the little steep slope, and get on it.


    Before I explore the environment that awakens my curiosity, I will check my appearance. I wonder about it. Suddenly, a mirror appears. It crawls out of the ground and stands still. I walk around it and stop right in front. My reflection smiles at me because I am smiling.


    I say, "Looks like I am a girl of medium height."


    I have short white hair, with the front dyed red. My eyes are emerald green. My skin is pale. I am wearing a tight-fitting outfit that covers my whole body. There are some openings on the shoulders and the sides of my waist in this clothing. It is pure black. My feet are bare. That''s enough information for now. I conclude that I will stick with this look for the time being.


    I can also change my ego, self, and personality at will. This current body relies on craziness, apathy, and recklessness. I hope I can navigate it.


    Suddenly I laugh hard as someone passes by me.


    I think, "Why don''t I kill that person over there? They will never cease to exist. They will die and be reborn forever. There is no pain. What is good for the senses is normal after all. That¡¯s because of me. So I deserve to act as I like."


    Unless I calibrate my persona, it will cause frenzy. But I wonder what will happen. I will just observe my current instincts.


    I raise my hand. A gun materializes. It is a purple, technological one. There are three holes stacked on top of each other at the tip of the gun. My index finger rests on the trigger. And the gun aims at the person who just passed by me. What will I do now?


    I think, "This trigger will trigger intense joy. Do it!"


    I pull the trigger. Three laser balls blast out and hit the person. She disappears and a cloud of dust erupts.


    I shout, "NEXT!"


    I aim at another person and fire the gun. She disappears. Her clothes drop to the ground. I run to the clothes, squat down, and check them one by one. I find a phone, pick it up, and press the button to switch it on. It has a digital lock. Too bad. I can do whatever I want, but now I need the password. The password comes to my mind and I unlock it.


    A picture emerges on the screen. She is a beautiful person. Technically I praise everyone for their bodies. So because of this, I will call her a normal person. I never discriminate among people. Anyway. I look at the picture.


    Who is she? I start to hear sirens as I think about her. The sound comes from behind me. I turn around and see it. A car drives fast toward me. It is a futuristic car, adorned with neon lamp decorations. Its wheels spin wildly. It suddenly stops as if frozen.


    The car begins to turn around where it is. Its front moves away to reveal its side doors to me. It is within walking distance. Probably it would take only seconds to run to it.


    The car''s doors become transparent. Now they resemble a hologram. I can now peek inside. I see someone inside. She gets out of the car, her body moving through the hologram.


    She stands still. Do I have to describe her body? I know I can kill her at any moment. Okay. I will fire my gun. If she dies, I will not mention her appearance.


    I raise the gun, aim at her, and fire. The laser balls blast out, however, they disappear right before they hit her. She is staring at me, her hands in her pockets.


    Okay, that doesn''t prove anything. She hasn''t demonstrated her worth to be described by me. One more test, please.


    I raise the gun, fire again, and see the same situation unfold. This person, whose gender I don¡¯t know, is just standing still. She is staring at me with a lifeless expression.


    Fine. I will describe her appearance. She is taller than me, has white hair, pale skin, and golden eyes. She wears a sophisticated white jacket that reaches her knees. Sleeves cover her arms. She wears gloves, boots, and pants. A sheath rests on her back, but it is empty. There is no sword in it. She has mechanical horns on her forehead. There is a thin mechanical armor encircling her neck to the nape.


    I start to shout aloud, "Why would I spend time on her? She will die as soon as I want. Let''s kill her and go eat some donuts."


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    I cover my mouth to stop this tantrum. That person over there is watching my insanity, I guess. I will learn her name by sheer will. What? A number has turned out to be her name: 01A. Interesting.


    I can know everything about her if I want. Including her favorite intercourse pose. Or I can control her by my will. But I will not attempt these because I respect free will. At least for now.


    I will throw away this gun since it is useless now. I toss it aside, and it diminishes in the air.


    01A pulls a cigar from a box and lights it. She brings it to her lips, smokes once, then throws it away.


    She brings her hand to the sheath. Her hand closes as if holding a handle. She pulls her hand as if drawing something from the sheath. She then lowers it. Her hand still looks like it is holding something.


    A small opening appears in the ground next to her as she lowers her hand further.


    I ask, "Do you use an invisible sword?"


    No answer comes. I knew this would happen. I should have done something else instead of asking.


    I wish for the car to go crazy. Suddenly the car''s headlights flicker. Its horn sounds loudly. It starts to spin rapidly. The back of the car is about to hit 01A.


    01A dashes forward just before the car can hit her. The car continues to rotate in place. Let it rotate like this! I will focus on her.


    I jump off the pavement and land on the road. I keep walking until I stop in front of 01A. She suddenly thrusts, swinging her arm. I see her hand still holding something invisible. I wish to know what it is. It is indeed an invisible sword. I wish to see it and I begin to see it. Now I can see a sword that matches her clothing in style.


    I open my mouth and bite the sword before it can hit my head. My bite breaks the sword apart and its blade falls to the ground. I have always liked doing this! And I am happy that I managed it.


    01A jumps backward. She doesn''t seem impressed. I know she doesn''t realize that I can see her sword, but she must have noticed from my biting.


    01A moves her hands to her torso. She slides them underneath her jacket. Pulls out two metal boxes and squeezes them. The boxes transform into two pistols. And she fires them. The bullets come out.


    In fact, the bullets are transparent and made of electricity. Don¡¯t ask how I know this. I can know everything. Moments like this are great opportunities for me to brag about myself.


    The bullets are about to hit me across the body if I don''t do anything. I have many options to act upon now. I can freeze time. I can use teleportation to get behind her. Or summon someone to fight for me. Hmm, the last option appeals to me now.


    I summon someone. She appears right between me and the bullets. She is floating in the air with her feet not touching the ground. Her name is Charletto. You would recognize her if you have read "Renee Ray: The Hunt For Dust Thirst." However, I will describe her briefly so she looks good in action.


    She has long, straight black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. She is almost the same height as me. She is naked. There is a black mist floating around her. It is covering her like clothing. Charletto is a pet weapon, which means that she provides weapons as well as acts like one. This doesn''t sound entirely accurate, though. Actually I won''t delve into that.


    Charletto raises her hands and the bullets are enveloped in black mist. They reverse their trajectory in the air. 01A jumps aside as the bullets burst past her. They go straight through the spinning car. The car explodes as they hit it. The explosion pushes 01A back. This causes her to fall to the ground. She rolls before hitting her head on the ground and then stands up.


    I point at 01A and order Charletto to attack. Charletto lands on the floor. A dark mist appears across the ground, enlarging between her and 01A like a fine line. 01A starts to run away, but the line of mist reaches her first. Many ropes emerge from the line, wrapping around 01A''s limbs. She can''t move.


    She is immobilized because Charletto''s mist is paralyzing her. To be honest, I am ashamed of using Charletto against her. It''s unfair. Charletto can cut, kill, or paralyze even gods or supreme beings. On the other hand, 01A is just a cyborg soldier responsible for daily crimes. That was an unfair fight, so I can''t brag about myself. Actually, I want to play fair.


    I order Charletto to stop before she kills 01A. She complies and then flies toward me. Now she is floating calmly around me.


    The ropes around 01A''s limbs disappear and the mist across the road shrinks. I just realize that the car is on fire. The flames are consuming what is left of it.


    I sigh. I think I would like to exchange some words with her to show my sincerity. I might have killed two innocent people, but I can resurrect them at any moment. Let me talk to 01A.


    I say, "I will play fair if you talk to me. My nickname is Starch. What is yours?"


    01A seems to calculate the odds. She understands she is no match for Charletto. She is a smart and well-engineered cyborg. Therefore she utilizes her only option.


    01A replies, "I will talk. Now I have talked. Will you fight fair? Or are you a liar who deceives her opponents?"


    I adore her voice. It is solid, firm, robotic, yet algorithmic. I hope the last word indicates something positive because I used it as a compliment.


    Let me show her my trustworthiness by sending Charletto away. Charletto senses my intentions now and disappears from sight. A cloud of mist emerges where she was. It floats to my right forearm. It moves around my forearm so fast that it forms into a solid fabric. Then it becomes a black leather glove.


    Suddenly, five keen, long claws emerge from the fingers of the glove. They glow under the sunlight.


    01A steps backward upon seeing this. She bends her knees slightly. Her hand moves to her right thigh. It opens a small box attached to her pants. She takes something out and brings it to her mouth. She puts it inside but don¡¯t swallows.


    I ask, "What is it?"


    A wish would have revealed my answer though. But I would have seemed antisocial if I had relied on my nature too often.


    01A replies, "I have calculated the odds. That''s my secret guard against your uncertainty. You are too unpredictable."


    I shrug. "I can revive the two people. Will you go away if I do so?"


    01A responds, "Your punishment would be alleviated. But you will still be guilty because of the damage done to the public and the car."


    I wish for the two people I killed to come back to life. They revive near the mirror I created and start to run away screaming. Then I wish for the car to repair itself. The car repairs itself as the flames are extinguished. After all of this reversal, I smile at 01A.


    01A crosses her arms. "My central employer declares you are still guilty. I can''t judge your actions, as I said, because I don''t possess the right to pass judgment¡ª"


    I refuse, "Please! There is no damage around. I know they are watching me through your eyes, from their comfy seats in their offices."


    I check. That''s correct.


    I say, "So focus on this with your sharp eyes."


    I stretch out my right hand with the claw and raise my middle finger. I think the long claw will convey my message better.


    01A sighs with her eyes closed as she sees me doing this.


    01A says, "I have been ordered to terminate you for your arrogance."


    I giggle because my persona signals me to do naughty things on this island.


    I think: "Kill them. Resurrect them. Erase their memory. Then repeat it."


    I will not do what I thought. But it''s an alternative nonetheless. Then I look into 01A''s eyes.


    I say, "The fate of your island will depend on this."


    A coin appears in my left palm. I show it to her.


    I say, "I will toss it. If I see the pictured face, I will go away. If I see the numbered face, I will destroy your life with my bare hands. Despite that one of my hands is in a glove."


    01A doesn''t say anything.


    Regardless, I toss the coin. It drops to the ground, rolls for a short time, and then falls on one side. 01A clenches her fists as she sees the result. I laugh as I see it.


    The result of the toss is the number. That means I will have to destroy this life. However...


    I say, "I am a firm believer in free will. At least for now! So I will leave your life despite the result. And my word count is up. But that doesn''t mean I won''t come back. So wait for me in the near future!"


    01A blinks. I know she is waiting for an order from her employers. But I will not wait here. It is time for me to leave. Before I go, I want to immortalize this moment.


    I take off my black leather claw glove, which indicates Charletto is still around, and toss it in front of 01A. She steps backward as she sees it drop.


    I smile at her and say, "She is very friendly. I promise she will obey you, 01A. It''s just a souvenir for you. Because you entertained me. Anyway I am leaving. Take care!"


    I bend my knees and jump up. A green portal emerges below me and I fall through it. The portal spits me out elsewhere and I land on my butt. But I close my eyes. I will not open them.


    I shout, "Enough for now!"

 Amulum meets Kuropons main character and helps her get isekaid by two Truck-kuns.

    They had named her Amulum. After escaping the slavery of Rome for a thousand years, Amulum jumped through the magician''s portal to reach a random place.


    There she was, in a place she did not know.


    She wandered around aimlessly and then decided that she would help the first person she encountered. There was a man in the shop. "A very beautiful man," she mumbled. She peered through the walls and could see the man with clarity.


    She could see inside the door simply because she wanted it to happen. Because she could do whatever she wanted.


    For the time being, she wanted to fulfill this young man''s wish. The information revealed itself to her. Amulum saw that the young man''s deepest desire wasn''t to open some kind of engineering shop. It was something else entirely. She leaned over to the information center in front of her.


    Amulum scratched her smooth, balloon-like bald head.


    AMULUM: "Being isekai''d to a world where adventure happens? This is interesting. I guess I can do that. Oh wait, does she want to be killed by Truck-kun? I don''t know what Truck-kun is, but she wants to be killed by two Truck-kuns. I don''t know. It sounds sexy. And if it''s sexy, I''m in."


    Saying those words, Amulum snapped her green, slender fingers. A robotic-looking woman appeared before her, kneeling in front of her. Her name was Truck Truck.


    Amulum checked her groin to see if she was male or female, since both genders had the same picture-perfect, firm female shapes. Only their genders differed to indicate who was who.


    Truck Truck had an engine floating behind her that roared beautifully, causing rain to start.


    Amulum could still see through the walls. That''s why she could see the young man''s angry movements while she held a soldering iron. She turned to Truck Truck and said, smiling,


    AMULUM: "Truck Truck! Create two trucks and make them chase the young man when she finishes her job, okay? She wants to be killed by two trucks at the same time. Don''t ask why."


    Truck Truck bowed her head and agreed to do it. She asked when she should proceed with the mission, waiting for Amulum to say something.


    Amulum waited and thought about it. She was tall, wearing a loose black top and loose pants. She was barefoot. Then she moved her black lips and spoke with her deep, feminine voice, mumbling.


    AMULUM: "Proceed with the mission after she leaves the repair shop. Also, do not forget to come to me after finishing him off. I need my balls to be relieved."


    TRUCK TRUCK: "But, sir. Technically speaking, I am a machine. And a young boy."


    AMULUM: "Both are fine for me as long as you are ride-able on the bed. Now, go and take your position. I will command you when she leaves. Now create your trucks."


    Truck Truck left. Amulum waited for the working man to leave.


    Two hours passed before the man left the shop. She looked tired. It was understandable since she had almost worked himself to death there. Amulum wondered if she liked the job or if there were some jerk workers who made him put up with this position. The young man started to walk away from the shop.


    Amulum began to follow him, putting her hands in her pockets. As she looked at the crowd, she appeared to be some kind of tall alien being. It didn''t matter because Amulum had already wished for people to sense her indifferently. This way, she could easily help the young man without anyone calling the police.


    She also wanted to learn where the man was going. She decided to wish to know. Information revealed itself. The man was going home, yearning for a warm bed. To Amulum, she seemed to be a poor but determined person.


    The rain continued.


    The man was ranting about something, and Amulum wanted to hear her words. She focused on her monologue.


    THE YOUNG MAN: "That bastard made me work overtime again. Damn bastards only do this because I can''t refuse. Well, not like I have any plans anyway... At least they don''t force me to clean all those dirty laptops. What do those people do to get them so filthy, anyway? Thanks, I''m done and going home."


    Amulum decided to make the rain harsher with a thunderstorm. The weather obeyed her will. The young man held her umbrella tightly as the harsh breeze buffeted him. The constant sporadic thunder mixed with her calm rants.


    THE YOUNG MAN: "God damn it, if I had left normally, I wouldn''t be stuck in this storm. Ugh, if I ever get out of this shithole, I''m going to open my own store. Working for others sucks..."


    They arrived at a crosswalk. Amulum was near him. It seemed the young man was so lost in her thoughts that she didn''t notice Amulum. The howling wind could be felt as it touched their skin. The young man complained that not having earphones and music made the walk even harder to endure.


    Amulum wanted to create earphones for him to use, but she didn''t want to break her daily habit. She had a more important gift for the young man, so she ordered Truck Truck to proceed with the mission. Truck Truck had already set the two trucks. The only thing that would start the mission was the young man''s first footsteps forward.


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    The light at the crosswalk turned green, and Amulum walked through the crosswalk, looking back at the young man.


    The young man, still lost in her thoughts, took a step forward. When she was about halfway across the street, a large truck appeared out of nowhere. Amulum smiled as she looked at the shining halogen lights that blinded her. The vehicle came right at him. It was as if her mind went blank, and her life flashed before her eyes.


    Amulum deep-squatted down to watch the show unfold. She created a cigar for fun and put it to her lips. She wasn''t smoking; she was eating the cigar!


    She wanted to know the young man''s thoughts now. Her inner thoughts revealed themselves to her, as if she were reading a book. The young man remembered her youth, her family, and her lack of friends. To him, it felt like a life spent following some kind of Ponzi scheme.


    As Amulum read her thoughts, she saw that the man could dodge Truck Truck''s truck! She stumbled onto the sidewalk, and the truck passed by hard, splashing almost a bucket''s worth of water. The large truck continued on as if nothing had happened. Amulum didn''t like it.


    She rushed to Truck Truck while the young man swore to himself. Truck Truck was at the nearest gas station, drinking gasoline from thick pipes. She was smiling ecstatically when Amulum took the pipes from her hands.


    AMULUM: "Don''t worry; you can do the same swallowing later in the day, Truck Truck. You couldn''t bring about the young man''s inevitable death. Were you closing your eyes while controlling the machine?"


    TRUCK TRUCK: "No, sir. I only scared him so she could reach the next stage. I will make the truck return. I have set another truck waiting for him to approach. You don''t need to know the details, sir. Just wait for him to react to the oncoming truck attack."


    Amulum nodded and rushed back to the young man, who had gotten up. She looked confused and sick. She wanted to take a warm bath now. If only she had enough money to afford it.


    Amulum watched as Truck Truck''s truck returned. Suddenly, the young man felt a shiver run down her back. The truck had decided to chase him like a bloodthirsty shark. Seeing that, the young man''s eyes widened, and she moved her lips in shock.


    THE YOUNG MAN: "What!?"


    The truck grew louder, its front lights turned off. By instinct, the young man started backing away as the lights turned on and illuminated the street she was in. Amulum could see that there were buildings on both sides. She wondered if she could escape with her condition. The truck moved faster, and the young man began to run for her life.


    She shouted, "Holy shit! What''s happening here?"


    The young man rushed to escape. There was no one else in the streets. Amulum had manipulated the minds of the people around. She had ordered them to go hunt for a dragon in the nearest forest for an hour. She then promised herself never to do that again for a month. Amulum hated the idea of manipulating people''s free will like that because it took away the thrill of organic communication.


    When Amulum looked at the young man, she saw the truck honking behind him as she, not particularly fit for running, tried to escape. The young man knew there was no way to escape. She fell and landed on her face. She rolled over and looked at the oncoming truck behind him. The truck vanished as if it had flown away after clipping part of the building that connected to the alleyway.


    Amulum approached Truck Truck, who was on the roof of a building, doing something with her hands. Amulum thought the hand signs were for controlling the trucks. She asked why she hadn''t killed the young man. Truck Truck had set the spell to automatic mode and raised her head to look at Amulum.


    TRUCK TRUCK: "Didn''t you tell me she wanted to die by two trucks at the same time? That''s the reason it took me so long. I was creating a perfect place to make it happen."


    AMULUM: "Can you control both trucks at the same time?"


    TRUCK TRUCK: "Yes, even 1,000 trucks are easy for me."


    AMULUM: "You are the truck queen."


    TRUCK TRUCK: "I prefer being a truck king since I am a boy."


    AMULUM: "Fine. Truck King. Kill the man and bring him to the universe she wishes to go. Maybe I can follow him. Maybe I won''t. Probably I won''t..."


    They both looked down at the young man, who was caught between the oncoming trucks. She still didn''t know that the second truck was approaching from behind him. The young man shouted, "No... Stay away..."


    As she tried to escape, she heard another engine sound coming from the end of the street. She stopped running when she saw another truck appear in front of him. The lights turned on, and the truck rushed toward him. Instinctively, she ran in the opposite direction and saw the first truck moving toward him. She realized there was nowhere to go. She started to laugh, saying things like:


    THE YOUNG MAN: "Ha ha ha... I realize there are no drivers in either of them... Well, screw you! I won''t die like that."


    She moved to the wall and tried to climb up, but she couldn''t. The rainwater made it far too slippery. Amulum and Truck Truck were watching him from above the wall. They had changed their position to see him more closely. The young man could see Amulum squatting above him. She screamed for her to give him a hand. Truck Truck was about to help, but Amulum stopped her. Tears of anger streamed down the young man''s face.


    Amulum shouted back as the engines roared loudly.


    AMULUM: "I would have helped you, Roland, but I can''t. Because I want to watch a quick burst of double truck penetration. So I hope you will be the perfect cultivator. I know your knowledge of hardware technology will help you there. I guess in a second or two, you will be a little child and the fourth son of some noble house. I don''t want to give you a spoiler, though. Don''t worry; even though the new world will be challenging, it will be more fun than this hole you are in now. Enjoy being Roland!"


    The young man shouted back at her.


    THE YOUNG MAN: "It''s bizarre. I don''t know what''s happening. Who''s Roland!? Take my hand. Take my¡ª"


    That was the last thing she said as the two trucks hit him. The impact was so forceful that it pushed Amulum and Truck Truck against the nearest wall! They broke through the wall and landed in an empty apartment. Amulum got up from the dusty mess and kicked the broken bricks.


    AMULUM: "Why didn''t you stop the trucks before they hit us? I wanted to see her body turn into a bunch of dust."


    TRUCK TRUCK: "Sorry, sir. That was my mistake. I can do anything to earn your forgiveness."


    Amulum yawned as she crossed her slender green arms. She saw a big couch in the living room and sat down, petting its fabric. Amulum wondered about the young man who would become Roland in an hour or so. She considered checking her new body but decided against it after seeing Truck Truck leaning forward to collect bricks.


    Amulum felt an arousal emerge in her unmentionables. She looked at the couch she was sitting on and then at Truck Truck. She smiled and said,


    AMULUM: "Alright, Truck Truck. You said you can do anything for me. Come here. Bend over on the couch. I want to test how many kilometers of bed ride you can withstand."


    She tested it and confirmed that Truck Truck could indeed endure hard rides for days.


    The End?