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Kate opened the lid of her laptop resting on her study table and started the app just like Ecto requested. She activated her old account with her favorite character Principessa, whom she had renamed Kayzel_123 (a combination of her real first names). Kayzel wore a beautiful level-60 skin that Kate had purchased in-game, which in turn earned the wrath of her ma. Mrs. Lapuz had never let Kate forget about it. Principessa had long flowing blonde locks and reminded her of the fairy tale character Rapunzel, who was Kate’s tocayo (namesake). Principessa also wielded a mean bow and arrow made of light that came and went as she needed them. Dungeon Raydens was an open world game and had several modes like Sandbox, which didn’t have any fixed objectives except building stuff; Utopia, which was a commune where players from different countries went to get away from the real world; El Dorado, which was entrepreneurial-based and encouraged players to mine or trade the in-game currency (gold); and
“I’m sorry but my decision’s final,” Kate told Ecto one afternoon. “You can’t come.” “But why?” Ecto asked in a whine. “Simple. Because it’s a girls’ sleepover and you’re a guy.” “But I need this, Katey!” Ecto protested. “I need to observe the female gender in their natural habitat. Otherwise, how can I claim to be the Perfect Boyfriend? Please please pretty please….” He was resorting to his Puppy Eye Technique again. “Nope no never. Take a look at yourself. Are you a boy or a girl?” “Boy.” “Were there any customizations to make a Dream Girlfriend?” “No.” “Then the answer’s simple. You can’t join our sleepover.” “But, Katey…” “No buts. Unless…” A scary glint flashed from Kate’s eyes. “Unless what?” Now Ecto wasn’t sure he would still be game for Kate’s plan. “I just had a flash of genius,” Kate said excitedly. “I gave the Dream Boyfriend app a review and I got some free coins. I can finally buy you a new getup!” “Yay! You would do that? For me?” But Ecto’s grin would
The girls also played Truth or Dare. It was formatted as a game of Spin the Bottle and the person at whom the neck of the bottle pointed would be required to choose between Truth or Dare. The person who had spun the bottle provided the question or the dare. Ecto couldn’t help comparing it to the so-called Random or Shuffle function in the smartphone’s music player. The truth was, spinning a physical bottle would be much fairer. If you asked a bot like Ecto to choose a number between, say, one and 100 over and over, pretty soon a pattern would emerge. It was the same with robots as it was with humans. Now, an electronic bottle would be the neatest, because then Ecto could increase up to 50% the probability of selecting all seven girls sitting on the floor of the bedroom. At one point, Grace, the host, was spinning. In the Bali Girls defunct volleyball team, she had been the token substitute player and bench-warmer. She was also the unofficial cheerleader together with her parents. She
Kate had finished telling her friends about Ecto, the chatbot that she met. During the confession, her friends’ faces devolved from rapt attention to shock to skepticism to, finally, confusion. Now, as Kate lifted her eyes to wrap up her story, six mouths were hanging open. What followed was a long awkward silence that not even Lor, her trusty setter, felt the need to downplay. Kate shrugged and smiled sheepishly. She thought she could literally hear cicadas. “The end,” she punctuated like it wasn’t obvious. She cleared her throat when still no one said anything. “Baes! The end!” she repeated and waved both her hands in front of their blank stares. Mikaela tittered and someone started a slow clap. It was Babylee. No one else joined so she stopped. “Well,” Lor finally pronounced. “This is a lot to process but, hey, it definitely explains a lot.” “Can we see him?” Trish thought to ask and, like the seagulls in Finding Nemo, the rest of the girls echoed this request. It was like a
Kate had to literally tear her phone away from the girls and keep it right next to her for the rest of the night. They also bombarded her with questions, foremost of which were: “Is he really AI?”, “How does he do all those things?” and “Where can I get one?” Kate of course relished the feeling of being the center of attention again, just like when she first hooked up with Josh but, at the same time, she felt a tinge of worry deep down as though she had started a chain reaction that she could no longer stop. Or indeed, like she had crossed a Rubicon. Lor, who turned out to be squeamish for Ecto’s virtual-live charisma, wanted a private show but Kate declined for the same reasons. From the unanimous reaction of the gang though, Ecto the chatbot was a big hit. Kate stole some moment to chat with Ecto in private in Grace’s en-suite bathroom. She knew she owed him an apology and a thank you big-time for saving her from embarrassment. But most of all, she was curious what finally made h
Bernadette – Badette – studied herself in the bathroom mirror. The edges of her curtain bangs were still wet with the water she had just splashed on her face and her fingers lingered under her eyes as she relished the cool sensation. Her brain was throbbing from last night’s tequila and her tongue felt like sandpaper inside her mouth. She focused on her eyes. They were bloodshot and their mascara was running. {Not pretty. Not pretty at all,} she thought to herself. But Badette also happened to know it was one of Josh’s fetishes. The water was gushing out of the tap with such urgency she was forced to cut her break time short and get right back to reality. There were no hand towels in the bathroom and the toilet seat always had to stay up. Otherwise, Josh was just going to pee all over it because, not having been raised by a mother and not having a sister, he had never really understood the purpose of that particular part of the toilet and wouldn’t bat an eye if it suddenly disappea
Badette entered Josh’s room. Josh was still in bed, sleeping face-down on his pillow and only in his orange boxers. Both his bed sheet and blanket looked bunched-up at the bottom like he’d been scraping them with his feet. His long, thin and hairy legs were posed like those of the little plastic toy soldier crawling on his belly. And though Badette felt stirrings for how primitively manly Josh looked, she could sense from his sleeping posture that he had indeed been fighting an inner war. He only acted tough outside, as though his breakup with Kate didn’t even dent the armor around his heart, and yet his behavior, the desperate way in which he kept himself boozed or stoned out of his mind these past few weeks, spoke of a war still very much alive and raging inside him. From what Badette could gather, Josh had tried to change Kate into liking his lifestyle and life choices. When they broke up, he saw it as a rejection of not only himself but of his entire life, values and future. If
He-Whose-Name-Cannot-Be-Spoken had taken Ecto’s warning seriously and stayed away from Kate, giving her the freedom and peace of mind to take her classes and do extracurriculars like Student Council. Kate went back to prom decoration duties for two reasons. One, prom was edging closer and closer and there were still many things that needed doing in the decorations department, which was sorry proof of how only two Council members seemed to genuinely care about prom: Dion as President and Kate as Secretary. But Kate didn’t mind because it was perfect for her second hidden agenda: to stay close to Dion, investigate him and gather evidence of his nerdy-but-totally-romantic-secret-admirer MO. Imagining herself as another character in Dungeon Raydens, Kunoichi or simply “Ichi”, who was a ninja-type, Kate began her surveillance of Dion. And as it often happened when she was reading a book or indulging in a daydream, she began to lose herself. {This is the Wild East. A time of lawlessness.