Dear old friend…

Here I sit

Another Valentine’s day alone.

But this valentine’s day is a bit different than the others.

I have to write something for someone I miss alot:

Dear old friend,

Every day that goes by I grow colder and wilder.  The days seem to go by so much slower without you. Things are losing their meaning.  I need you. I don’t know where you’ve gone or what has happened to you.  But I need you back so badly. I long for the day you just come waltzing back into my chambers.  I don’t think I can run this company without you. I’m falling apart. I can barely afford to keep the lights on here. I’m totally fucking blowing this!!!!  I NEED YOU. PLease come back. Please.

…

Look at me grovelling for something that’s gone.

None of it matters anymore.

I re-read the note over and over again. Knowing who I longed to read it would never see the words on the page.

I gritted my teeth and sourly tossed it into the bin.

The bin was now overflowing with crumpled versions of the letter.

My hand ached from writing so long.

I’d better get back to work..

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INDUSTRIAL ARCHIVES 7B:

MIND MAIDEN OPERATIONAL JOURNAL

ENTRY #367

ENTRY DATE: 12-21-2051

—Beginning entry—

Connor J Ross visited my premises the other day for a field audit.

He’s snooping for any holes in my financial situation. and it seems he’s found some.

Connor sits before me in my large and echoing office chamber. Guards with human weaponry are outside the chamber doors.

But it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Not when I can do whatever I want.  I have so much income, it just looks like worthless numbers.

When he arrived he was very nervous.  I exploited that.  I stood up from my chair. Intimidated him with my boots, and my height.  Telling him that he shouldn’t doddle around where he doesn’t belong.

He pathetically tried to stand up to me, and  replied:

“Y-y-ou are breaking the law Maiden. I need to speak to your account”

I laughed in his face. Normal human interactions are so mundane.  It’s exhausting trying to be a normal person with feelings and cares.

I replied sharply to him:

“Really, this is what you lead in on? Seems like you haven’t been getting much sleep… It would be a terrible thing if something were to happen to you. Some kind of accident? Some kind of unfortunate Mindcontrol experiment gone wrong? You should have told your Boss that investigating me and coming here were far above your pay grade.”

He squirmed in his seat and seemed to slink down in it as I paced next to him. Towering over him with ease.

He didn’t realize what I do to people I don’t like. Well. I don’t really like anyone.  I only have one friend. And she’s gone. It doesn’t matter anymore. Who cares. Who needs friends anyway.

With his voice shaking , he said

“Your not going to let me leave are you Maiden?”

It’s like he thinks he has some big life outside these walls. It’s so strange.

Earth is no better than an petri dish growing things inside of it.

I snapped back at him and said “Connor, that depends entirely up to you. You can leave, but only under certain conditions. It’s okay, you don’t have to know what these conditions are. I’ll help you meet the proper Criteria.”

He looked up at me like helpless prey, because he was. He grew quiet. He knew he couldn’t do anything. He’d stepped into the dragons den with no shield or sword.  I’m winging this as I go along. Nothing seems fun anymore. I’m going to brainwash Connor.

“Connor, listen to me carefully.  No one crosses me do you understand? I don’t care who you are. And no one else does either. It was a mistake coming here today.  The amount of money I have is incomprehensible to a normal human.  You won’t see a dime of it.”

He shivers as I spoke to him, he looked pale and sweaty. It was amusing. What a cry baby.

I reached into my desk, and pulled out a bottle of some freshly made maiden industrial grade intoxicant.  I’d never drink the stuff myself.  But I noticed that when you force people to drink it. It puts them in this awesome vacant state.

I poured him a small glass and pushed it towards him. He glared at the glass with big glossy eyes.. it seems like, he was scared? I can’t really tell. I’m not super great at picking up on emotions easily if they’re not my own.

I sternly looked him in the eyes and said “Drink. Before you drink this, you haven’t spoken in many minutes. What’s your deal?”

His reply was one I wouldn’t forget and shook even me

His conviction got stronger suddenly, and he found it within himself to look me in the eyes to speak

“We’re not afraid of you.  This planet is filled with good people. And we’re not afraid.  From the moment I stepped onto the premises today. I could feel the dark energy coming from here.  You’re stealing from everyone. And from what I see here, you’re the small person. You’re the weak one.  I’ll drink your solvent, because I don’t have a choice. But I want you to know that you won’t get away with your crimes. No on is above the law.”  

He slammed his hands down on the table, grabbed the drink and drank it, wincing.

I couldn’t let him see that I was taken aback.

“I am the law, the judge, and the sword. Maiden Industries is the future. And you, are in the past.  You don’t know who I am.”

I sat back down into my chair. And watched him start nodding in and out of trance.  I reached over my desk, and grabbed his face.

“When you leave here, you won’t remember a thing. You’re going to go back to your boss and tell them that everything checked out, and it was a mistake. You’re going to go on, with your small petri dish life. With your petri dish family. You’ll leave here, and forget. Forget to remember the things you needed to remember. You’re lucky. I could send you home with other thoughts in your head. Like, that you worship Maiden now. Or what if I put into your blank mind to quit your job and become a sex slave. We wouldn’t want any fucked up thoughts like that in your head would we? I don’t even know what I’m doing I’m just doing it. The repercussions don’t matter. You’d be better servicing others. Preferably hard cocks. When I slap you on the cheek, your going to come out of this haze you’re in, and you’re going to get the fuck out of here.  If you ever come to my complex again, you’ll never leave here.”

I slapped him really hard on the cheek. I was angry. I felt played. I should have been more harsh but he threw me off my game.

He looked around super confused and muttered “what happened?”

I laughed and played it off

“Oh you were just about to head off, you’d mentioned everything checked out. Do you have any more questions?”

He smiled

“Oh yeah! Right. Thank you Miss Maiden. Everything seems okay.  Wonderful establishment you’ve got here”

He began walking out of my office chamber. And when he closed the doors, I felt a sense of relief. How do I keep getting so lucky? The universe itself seems to be on my side.

Written by Maiden