《She Can Do Everything 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!"