Vitae Memorandum

47-Plastic Smile

Next day came as yet another regular day, filling in as if it was part of a routine. As with most routines beginning a day, breakfast was quick to come, and similarly quick to finish.

Yhse was finding herself bored of late, the nearly half lunar cycle of same-old same-old wearing her down. Sitting in a room was boring, reading books or otherwise. She had been going on walks, but with halls that looked identical, it wasn't like there was anywhere interesting to go. She was running out of ideas for fun things to do, and it wasn't like everyone else was giving her much in turn. It was like doing nothing every single day was expected to be fun. At first, she had thought it would have been fun, no expectations, no real responsibilities, just endless relaxation. Instead, it was really boring.

Lord Khaexyn came to visit her unexpectedly, though she suspected one of her maids might have been the cause of it. "Hello, young Yhse. I hope everything is going well enough for you. Have your flowers been doing well for you?" Obviously Khaexyn didn't understand 'boring'. The flowers were nice, even though they only reminded her of her friends. They were also, like her, getting tired of being stuck in this place, and had started to wilt.

"Good day, Lord Khaexyn. I have been doing well enough, I thank you so much for your concerns. Thank you for ensuring that I was given these beautiful flowers, they have done wonders for brightening my room." Yhse had years of experience with faking her own happiness. What she wasn't used to was being pampered so much every single day. She still didn't understand Khaexyn's motivation, was this really just to have her as an icon for his own vision?

"I'm glad to hear things have gone so well, if there is anything I could do to brighten your life further, please let me know." "If I can think of any way I could possibly have any more fun than this, I will be certain to let you know. The fun and games here couldn't possibly get any better than this." Khaexyn looked at her awkwardly, as Yhse realized she might have laced a bit of sarcasm in her voice there. Considering the fun and games here were.. non-existent.. it was really hard to bluff about it.

Khaexyn excused himself and rushed off, returning later with some documentation. "Would this work? I found plans for an... entertainment system, I believe that was what it was called. I'm sure something like this would provide considerably more fun than anything you would find anywhere in Celese." Khaexyn handed her documentations, almost a blueprint in nature, for what was honestly a video game console. It was actually one she had memories of using all too well. Flipping through other documents, she found games she was also familiar with, ones she either never liked or had already beaten in another life. He was going to create these things for her?

Being crushed upon by the memory, she realized there also wouldn't be any point. Even if he could somehow use his gift to produce those things faster than it would normally take to create on earth, she knew those games all too well. The utter lack of originality, it was like the worst kind of Celesi remake, no originality at all. Why bother to simply make a game she's already done, already learned about, knew inside out, and already lived through?

Then, it dawned on her, that's exactly what his goals were, not just for the plans in her hands, but for the world as a whole. He was going to bring all of Earth, and make Celese as much like Earth as possible. It would be like a remake of a life she's already lived. Did he honestly think it would be better? It then dawned on her how wrong he actually was. Earth had no hatred? She went through all the problems with that claim in her memories. Earth had people hating other people everywhere, people of other nations, other cultures, other.. anything different, really. There weren't elves, but there certainly was racism. There might not be wars anymore like people here knew, but it's not like there weren't fights, battles, death, suffering... To think Earth was any more perfect was a naivety beyond compare.