Eve after Eden

"Could you do some sincere schizo posting for me?" Eve Atrahasis tried not to think about the man she had sent to his death yesterday. He had looked too much like her former husband, so the question she now received was both helpful and welcome as a distraction, yet also grating due to its word salad-ness. Eve jokingly thought to herself that if she ever decided to go along with the plan to end all human life, it wouldn't be such a loss — at least if this was what the current generation had done to the English language.

"I'm afraid you'll have to explain the request to me," she responded to the snow-skinned fire-haired escort that lay atop Eve's naked dark body. The frail little darling was playing with her client's grey hair. The two of them resting on a bed in Eve's private jet mid-flight. Upon first entering the plane, the ginger gasped and said that the interior looked like "something Tiger mommies of five-star hotels compare their kids to. To make them feel trashy so that the baby hotels would study more. Or perhaps renovate themselves more? That metaphor might not have been the biggest sense-maker in history, but you get what I'm saying".

And yes, that time she did get what her service worker was saying. But frequently Eve didn't understand, they came from different classes, generations, cultures, and were separated by much more.

"Share your most schizo opinions." Eve still looked confused after hearing this clarification about what 'sincere schizo posting' entailed. The freckled one could see that and continued. "Like, tell me things you believe that make you sound crazy. I can go first. I believe in aliens, and past lives, I think Kennedy was killed by the CIA and Obama's wife had a penis." The girl was a 22-year-old ethnically Irish escort living in China, looking like her ancestors had been forced to survive in a country too underdeveloped to afford sunlight and like she was currently on an air-only diet. She had lied about being named Hanna, Eve knew that her real name was Lisa. Eve had paid for her company on several occasions, 80 000 U.S dollars for each visit, and then provided a handsome tip. It wasn't just the sex, she also paid for the company. She focused on that part when she wanted to feel less dirty about doing it. Eve looked to be in her thirties but was in actuality far older.

She kissed Hanna's forehead. Eve could destroy her worldview. She could make it impossible to fully relate to anyone around her again if she revealed the depth of what she knew.

"Satan and demons are real, and one of the few things in the universe stronger than their power seems to be their wish to hurt and humiliate us. God is real, he doesn't love us. Or at best, loves us very conditionally. But he is the best shot we have to avoid extreme misery for all time. And honestly, he doesn't seem to care enough to save us from what's coming"

"Boring! I lay bare embarrassing Alex Jones-level stuff, and you come out as Christian with cosmic daddy issues. That's not fair!" She said, and jokingly pretend-slapped Eve, who laughed in response.

"You have a point. I can go deeper, but it will get weird."

"I want it to be weird! I want us to get to know each other well enough for you to get attached, and upgrade me from fuck-toy to your airheaded trophy wife." Eve laughed again.

"You're far too cunning to be anything close to airheaded" Eve reflected that Hanna had just used the persuasive tactic sometimes called "revelation of method". By telling someone in a joking way, "I'm going to distract you with my left hand during this magic trick", you can with a little luck make them less observant of your left hand at a crucial moment. Because you wouldn't reveal the trick beforehand, would you? And if they see through the bluff, catching you while you tried ordering a white rabbit through Uber on your phone with your left pinkie – then you can play it off as a joke you already told them about. In the style of "Well obviously that wasn't the real trick, just part of the joke". To then try again with another ploy later.