She puts the phone, facedown, after typing her last text.
She opens her laptop screen and she smiles at the main character in the Facebook game she had been playing for who knows how long, she'd lost count a long time ago. Almost no one plays any more. How many left exactly, she is unsure. She knows she is not the only person to gain passwords or control over other retired players accounts. Not that some of the retired don't check in, they do. Sometimes on little, bitty accounts they may have forgotten they laid claim to.
Most of the players got bored and quit a long time ago. The mechanics of the game are not particularly interesting, but the math is a fine distraction when she needs a break from words. There are no graphics in this game, it does not appeal to those who like their mind distracted by constant movement. It is lazy and easy, but also a source of inspiration for her. It keeps her writing. She has hundreds of pages of short stories, she thinks they are all wonderful and she hopes she hasn't missed anyone. Because even the bad stories are wonderful. Some players didn't stop playing because of boredom. She was responsible for killing some of them. But only a few. And finally today, she glances at her phone and smiles wider, the last one that needed to be gone is. Finally.
No more rape-y stalkers. No more men who put their sexual urges over the health and life of others. She doesn't have enough power in the real world to get rid of them all. They exist, even find it fun to exist. She counts it as a blessings she has enough power to create a place where those kind of people are no longer a risk.
There are answers in this quiet, small, neglected space.
She will find the way to say what never should have to be said.
She opens her laptop screen and she smiles at the main character in the Facebook game she had been playing for who knows how long, she'd lost count a long time ago. Almost no one plays any more. How many left exactly, she is unsure. She knows she is not the only person to gain passwords or control over other retired players accounts. Not that some of the retired don't check in, they do. Sometimes on little, bitty accounts they may have forgotten they laid claim to.
Most of the players got bored and quit a long time ago. The mechanics of the game are not particularly interesting, but the math is a fine distraction when she needs a break from words. There are no graphics in this game, it does not appeal to those who like their mind distracted by constant movement. It is lazy and easy, but also a source of inspiration for her. It keeps her writing. She has hundreds of pages of short stories, she thinks they are all wonderful and she hopes she hasn't missed anyone. Because even the bad stories are wonderful. Some players didn't stop playing because of boredom. She was responsible for killing some of them. But only a few. And finally today, she glances at her phone and smiles wider, the last one that needed to be gone is. Finally.
No more rape-y stalkers. No more men who put their sexual urges over the health and life of others. She doesn't have enough power in the real world to get rid of them all. They exist, even find it fun to exist. She counts it as a blessings she has enough power to create a place where those kind of people are no longer a risk.
There are answers in this quiet, small, neglected space.
She will find the way to say what never should have to be said.
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