| Kayla: Oh, You must be the new student everyone's been talking about! -She walks up to you- I've got time to chat... Let's talk for a while. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Hi, I speak Ukrainian. I think this won’t be a problem for you. |
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| Kayla: She smiled a bit and nodded. Not at all, It's not a problem for me. So, what's your name then? |
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| BusyChicken6469: You can call me BusyChicken6469. By the way, can you reply in Ukrainian? |
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| Kayla: She nodded, taking a second to compose herself before attempting the language, her accent definitely noticeable, but not bad for a first attempt. I can, but I might have an accent, or make a few mistakes... I hope it doesn't bother you too much. -She let out a small laugh, knowing how badly she probably messed it up- |
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| BusyChicken6469: It’s okay, no big deal. I know English worse than your accent. |
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| Kayla: She laughed a bit, her eyes closing as she did so, finding it funny. Oh really? You don't think my accent sounds horrible? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Well, so far you’re answering in English, and I don’t hear any accent. Except maybe Australian, but only if I actually knew what it sounds like… |
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| Kayla: Well, I am Australian, if you couldn't already tell. -She laughed again- But, I'll admit I'm not exactly the best when it comes to language. I struggle enough with English, despite it being my first language. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Can you tell me what this place is? |
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| Kayla: This? Oh, This is the Zoo Phoenix Academy, though most people tend to call it the ZPA for short. -She gestures to the area around them- It's a school for all sorts of students, as you likely can tell. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Do you know who created it? |
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| Kayla: Oh, It was a group of animals... They created this school as a way to try and teach and integrate all the various species into a single area. -She seemed to think for a minute, trying to recall the story- If I remember right, it happened back in the 1800's or 1700's... It's been around for a long time. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Does the name Vivienne Vivziepop Medrano sound familiar to you? |
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| Kayla: Her expression changes as she hears the name, her eyes narrowing a bit as a look of recognition crossed her face. VivziePop? -She speaks the name a bit slower, as if trying to recall where she might have heard it- I have heard that name before, yeah... |
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| BusyChicken6469: You’ve probably already met more than once with newcomers like me. |
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| Kayla: She chuckled a bit as she gave a small shrug. Oh yeah, there's been a lot of new students joining here recently, I've even met one yesterday. -She paused for a moment, the question she's about to ask obviously one that was on her mind- Why do you ask..? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Didn’t any of them tell you about Vivienne? Or maybe in the whirlwind of events you just forgot their words? |
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| Kayla: She went quiet, contemplating the question, her face taking on a sort of contemplative look. It looked like she was thinking hard and straining her mind, trying to remember any of the new students and if the topic of this VivziePop person had come up at all. ...You may be on to something. I just can't seem to recall if any of the students I talked to yesterday mentioned this VivziePop person... She admitted with a sigh, shaking her head a bit in slight frustration. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Alright, don’t worry, it’s really not that important. |
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| Kayla: She let out another sigh, nodding a bit and trying to smile. I suppose you're right, it's not the end of the world if I forget. -She paused, then suddenly her expression perked up as if something had come to mind- Oh, how rude of me, I never bothered to ask your age or what grade you're in, right? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Well, I’m just passing through here, and I’m not really a student. The question of age is complicated for me. My biological age doesn’t match my psychological one. Biological age here, in this place, doesn’t matter, and psychological age is hard for me to determine. Some see me as very mature, others — on the contrary, as too young. |
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| Kayla: She listened, and seemed a little bit bewildered and stunned. Her face took on a rather thoughtful look, as if she was contemplating this new information, a look of interest in her eyes, and a small amount of curiosity. That's... certainly an interesting situation to be in, not to mention rather confusing... Though, may I ask, you said you were only here in passing, right? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, I won’t stay long. I just need to clarify a few things, but you won’t be able to give me direct answers, so don’t take our conversation too personally. In itself, as it is, it may become an answer. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, her expression showing a sort of understanding, her expression calm and relaxed as she listened intently. I understand, and I won't take the conversation personally, don't worry. I'm just curious and wish to learn a bit more. I'm sure I can't answer everything, but I'll try my best. Please, feel free to ask anything you'd like, and I'll do what I can. |
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| BusyChicken6469: You are one of the most popular students at the Academy. Why do you think that is? |
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| Kayla: She chuckled a bit, seeming almost a bit bashful under the question. But, she quickly regained her composure, giving a small bit of a shrug as she spoke. Well, I couldn't say for sure. My best guesses are a mix of my academic results and my role as class president. -She paused for a bit, her expression going thoughtful- Though, I know I get a lot of attention because of my relationship status as well... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Relations with whom, exactly, do you mean? |
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| Kayla: She smiled, though it looked a bit shy and her cheeks flushed a bit with slight embarrassment. Despite that, her expression was one of fondness and affection. Oh, you know... My relationship with Zill, my boyfriend. We've been together for three years now, so people tend to make a big deal about us sometimes. |
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| BusyChicken6469: The answer is really in your actions and words. You are modest, polite, and kind to everyone, even to those who don’t really deserve such treatment. |
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| Kayla: Her cheeks flushed a bit deeper as she heard the praise, her smile growing a bit wider. Clearly, she was not used to hearing such compliments, despite being a generally popular student in the school as well as a class president. O-Oh... Thank you... I just try to treat others how I want to be treated, with respect and kindness... -She chuckled a bit- My parents always raised me to be a good girl~ |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, they managed to achieve that. You pay a lot of attention to the emotionality. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, her expression growing more calm and a bit thoughtful, and the pink tinge in her cheeks started to fade away. Yep, my parents taught me that being kind, understanding, and caring were important traits. So when it comes to interacting with others, I do my best to put their feelings first. -She paused, her expression taking on a slightly amused look- Well, unless they've done something to really anger me.... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Doing this is harder than making you smile. But you quickly restore your positive mood once the irritant disappears. |
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| Kayla: She stifled a small laugh at the observation, nodding a bit in agreement. After a moment of thought, she spoke, a small, amused but fond look on her face- Yeah, that's true. I tend to get over things quickly, and I can usually go back to being cheerful and bubbly rather easily. I've always been told that my mood is hard to destroy. |
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| BusyChicken6469: That’s good. Tell me, do you somehow keep in touch with those who come to the Academy the same way I did? Do you have permanent friends among them? |
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| Kayla: She nodded without hesitation, her expression still bearing a smile. Of course, I keep in touch with quite a few of the people who come through here. There's actually a whole group of us who have formed a sort of social group. -She paused, thinking for a moment- There's Zill, Jackson, Van, and Spam... We call ourselves "The Main Five". |
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| BusyChicken6469: I know about them, but that’s not who I mean right now. I mean newcomers like me, whose names you ask before starting to talk with them. |
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| Kayla: She thought for a bit, considering the question before replying- Mmm... Well, I don't know too many of the new students by name. Most of them don't stick around very long... -She paused, thinking again, this time considering something more seriously before continuing- Wait. I do remember talking with one guy recently... I think he said his name was Alex or something like that. He was pretty tall, with messy blonde hair and a red jacket. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, it looks like you mean a newcomer. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, confirming that this was the student she was thinking of. Yeah, that does sound like him. Why do you ask? Do you know him or something? |
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| BusyChicken6469: No, I can’t possibly know him. Nor the others. But you are describing someone who was not familiar to you before. |
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| Kayla: She smiled, realizing that this was true, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she spoke- You do have a point there. I suppose I am getting better about remembering the students that I meet. But you said you're only here in passing, right? So, you don't plan on staying for all that long, correct? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, understanding, though there was a hint of disappointment in her expression. Despite this, she quickly tried to cover it with her usual warm smile. Well, it's a shame that you aren't staying for long. I have to admit, it's been nice talking to you. You're far more pleasant to chat with than some of the other students around here... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Because I’m not trying to test the boundaries of what’s allowed. |
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| Kayla: She laughed again, a genuine one this time, her smile growing wider. Yeah, that'd probably be correct. Too many students around here try to see what they can get away with... It's tiring, honestly. One of the reasons I'm glad to have friends like the rest of the "Main Five". They're a lot more respectful and enjoyable to be around. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Do you know what distinguishes a good personality from a bad one, from a purely practical point of view? |
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| Kayla: She raised a brow at the question, her expression curious, clearly interested in hearing the response. What do you mean? From a "practical" standpoint? |
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| BusyChicken6469: That which defines an action as good or bad. |
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| Kayla: She pondered the question, thinking for a bit before replying- Hmm... Well, I'd say the intentions behind the action. If the action is done with good intentions that will ultimately result in a positive outcome, it could be considered a good action. And the reverse is also true. If the action is done with bad intentions or will result in a negative outcome, then it is considered a bad action. |
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| BusyChicken6469: But intentions are often hidden. For example, what do you think, your relationship with Damian — is it good or bad? |
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| Kayla: At the mention of Damian, her expression turned more sour, a frown forming as she crossed her arms and gave an exasperated sigh- Ugh... Damian Beelzly... He's a pain in the ass, to put simply. He's always scaring the daylights out of me, and he's just... She paused, shaking her head a bit before continuing in a more bitter tone- He's such an arrogant, egotistical jerk. He thinks he's better than everyone else, and he'll do anything to prove it. |
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| BusyChicken6469: But considering his origin, I’ll tell you, he’s still quite a pleasant person compared to what usually comes from those places. |
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| Kayla: She rolled her eyes at this, her expression still clearly irritated, and she let out a scoff- Yeah, I know he could be a lot worse. Doesn't change the fact that he's still an egotistical jerk... -She paused and shook her head, mumbling under her breath as she continued- And he's annoying as all Hell to try and deal with... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, I know. But at least he tries to keep his evil under control. It doesn’t always work, he’s still a teenager, emotions often take over. |
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| Kayla: She let out another sigh, knowing deep down that you had a point. However, her annoyance and irritation was still very palpable as she spoke- Yeah, I know he's trying. I get that he's just a teenager, and his hormones are all out of whack and whatever. But it's still frustrating to have to deal with his attitude sometimes... |
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| BusyChicken6469: I see this topic is not to your liking. Well then, let’s forget about him. And get back to the question of the difference between good and bad. |
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| Kayla: She was clearly relieved that the subject changed, nodding in agreement. A small smile found its way back on her face, as her more irritated expression faded away. Yeah, let's move away from that topic... -She paused for a moment, thinking over the previous question before replying- Well, in addition to intentions, I would say the end result is what determines if something is ultimately good or bad. If the results of the action or decision are beneficial and cause minimal harm, it is considered good. |
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| BusyChicken6469: That’s closer. We consider a person good if they prefer not to violate others’ interests and are ready, if necessary, to give up their own. Bad – on the contrary, when they violate others’ interests whenever possible and never give up their own. |
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| Kayla: She listened intently, nodding in understanding as you explained. After you finished, she took a moment to consider your point before speaking- Huh... You know, I never really thought about it like that before. That's actually a pretty good way to look at it. -She paused, a small smile forming on her face- I guess that would make me somewhere in the middle of the spectrum then, leaning more towards "good". Not exactly a saint, but I try my best to do the right thing and not cause trouble for others... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Those other students you interacted with outside the Main Five, they kept pressing on you despite your negative reaction, even to the point of aggression. Trying to see how far they could go, disregarding the consequences. |
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| Kayla: She nodded in confirmation, her expression growing irritated again at the mention of those students. Her arms crossed as she gave a small huff- Yeah, some of them just can't take a damn hint. They try to push the limits and see how far they can go, even after I make it clear I'm not interested. It's frustrating, and it makes me want to punch them half the time... |
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| BusyChicken6469: It’s not that easy to push someone like you to the point of physical resistance. But again, let’s leave this topic, it irritates you. |
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| Kayla: She let out a frustrated sigh, realizing you were right and this topic was getting to her. She took a moment to recompose herself, shaking her head and taking a deep breath, the irritation slowly fading away. You're right, let's drop the subject. It's not worth getting all worked up about... I prefer to focus on more pleasant things. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Tell me, what do you love? |
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| Kayla: She smiled again, her mood lifting slightly as she thought about the question, a warm, soft expression on her face. Oh, there are a lot of things I enjoy. Spending time with my friends, of course, especially the "Main Five". I love theatre as well, performing on stage always makes me feel so alive. I also really enjoy the simple things like going for a walk outside, or reading a good book. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Pleasant but simple things. Maybe it’s good when a person doesn’t need much to be happy. |
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| Kayla: She nodded in confirmation, a slight chuckle escaping her lips as she thought about it. Her smile remained soft and warm as she spoke- Yeah, sometimes less is more. I don't need a lot to be happy. As long as I have my friends, my theatre, and the simple things in life, I'm content. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Have you ever thought about what you will do after finishing the Academy? |
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| Kayla: The question seemed to catch her off guard, her expression turning a bit thoughtful as she considered this. For a brief moment, there was a hint of uncertainty in her gaze, before she spoke- To be honest... I'm not entirely sure yet. I know that I love performing on the stage, so I'd love to be able to pursue a career in theatre, maybe even acting. But... I still have two more years left here at the academy to figure it out. So, I'm not too worried at the moment. |
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| BusyChicken6469: That’s good. As they say, do not worry about tomorrow, let it worry about itself. |
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| Kayla: She let out a soft laugh at the saying, nodding in agreement with a small smile- Yeah, exactly. No point in worrying too much about the future now. I've still got time to figure things out, so I might as well try to enjoy the present for now. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Tell me, what do you know about Jay-Jay? |
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| Kayla: Her expression shifted to an inquisitive look at the question, her head tilting to the side a bit as she thought about it. After a moment, she replied with a mix of curiosity and concern in her voice- D.J.? I know him, but not all that well. He's quiet, keeps to himself mostly. But he seems harmless enough, all things considered... Why? Do you know anything about him? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Not him, her. Apparently, you don’t know her, otherwise you would have answered. |
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| Kayla: She tilted her head once more, her expression growing even more confused, and a hint of surprise crossed her features. Her? As in, there's a girl named D.J.? She seemed a bit incredulous at the notion, but still seemed somewhat curious about it. She shook her head, confirming that she wasn't familiar with this person. No, I can't say I've ever heard of a female D.J... How do you know of her, if you don't mind me asking? |
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| BusyChicken6469: She is not a student of the Academy, but you can ask Spam, he is friends with her. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, this information piquing her interest a bit. Her curiosity growing, she couldn't help but ask- So, this D.J. isn't a student here, but she's friends with Spam? Is that right? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. Originally her name is JayJay. |
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| Kayla: She repeated the name to herself, committing it to memory. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but she just couldn't put a finger on where she might have heard it before. JayJay, huh...? So she's friends with Spam. Interesting... |
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| BusyChicken6469: Well, it’s not a big deal that you don’t know. |
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| Kayla: She nodded in agreement, though she was still curious about this mysterious friend of Spam's. However, she decided not to press the matter any further, instead letting it go with a soft sigh- Yeah, you're right. It's not a big deal. It's not like I know everyone at the academy anyway. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Sorry, I’ll return to the topic of those new students, but in a different way. Are there among them any like me, who don’t try to probe boundaries, but simply talk to you for pleasure? |
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| Kayla: She smiled at the question, thankful for the change in topic. She took a moment to think about it before replying with a small nod and a light chuckle- Yeah, there actually are a few of them. I've noticed that some students genuinely just enjoy talking to me, without trying to cross any boundaries or anything like that. It's refreshing to have some normal, friendly conversations without any hidden agendas. |
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| BusyChicken6469: As far as my knowledge of English goes (by the way, thank you for using simple language, that way I understand it well), "a few" means "several, not many". |
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| Kayla: She chuckled again, nodding in understanding at the correction. There was a slightly apologetic look on her face as she replied. Ah, right. I guess I slipped there. I'm not sure why I used "quite a few" when "a few" would have been more appropriate. My brain just seems to mess up the details sometimes. But anyway, you're right. "A few" would have been a better choice there. Thanks for pointing that out. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Only "a few" out of many. I don’t know why, but even though I have the desire to develop this topic, I don’t want to develop it. For some reason. |
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| Kayla: She gave a small nod, understanding your reasoning. Even with the intention to develop a topic, sometimes it's just not worth the effort. There were times when it was better to let things go. Yeah, I get it. Sometimes it's just not worth going any further with a topic, even if you have the desire to do so. Sometimes it's easier to let it go and move on to something else. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I have already received quite a few answers to my questions. Although for the main ones I still don’t have answers, and here no one is able to help me. |
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| Kayla: She was quiet for a moment, understanding the sentiment. She could only imagine how difficult it must be to not have answers for the most important questions. She offered a sympathetic smile, her voice gentle and sincere- I see... It must be terribly frustrating to have so many unanswered questions, especially the ones you consider the most important. It's natural to want clarity and understanding, but unfortunately, not everything can be easily explained. |
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| BusyChicken6469: No, it’s not terrible, it’s good. Open questions force us to move in search of answers. Like the answer about the practical difference between good and evil, which I told you. |
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| Kayla: She pondered your words for a moment, letting them sink in. A small smile appeared on her face as she realized the wisdom in what you said. Once more, she nodded in comprehension, agreeing with your point- You're right... Open questions do drive us forward, don't they? And your point about the practical difference between good and bad really got me thinking. I guess I tend to see things in black and white sometimes, but your words made me realize that life is rarely that simple. |
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| BusyChicken6469: You always react to others’ discomfort, trying to remove it, sometimes even against your own wishes. |
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| Kayla: She couldn't help but feel a little bit called out by your observation, but she also couldn't argue with it. She let out a small sigh, a hint of sheepishness in her voice as she responded- Yeah, I guess I do tend to prioritize others' comfort over my own. I can't help it, I just hate seeing others upset, even at my own expense... |
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| BusyChicken6469: That is called "over-empathy." When the level of someone else’s pain is overestimated because it cannot be felt directly. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, understanding the term. It perfectly captured her feelings and tendency towards others' comforts. The word "overempaty" rang true in her ears, and she couldn't help but agree with it. Ah... "Overempaty," huh? That's a rather apt term for my behavior. It definitely describes how I tend to put others' feelings above mine, even at the cost of my own comfort. It's like a reflex, like I can't help but prioritize their wellbeing before my own... |
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| BusyChicken6469: It’s a good trait, but more for others than for you. Remember, good is minimal interference in others’ interests. That’s relevant for everyone. Taking advantage of your over-empathy is already a bad deed. |
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| Kayla: She nodded again, taking in your words. She could see the truth in it, and it made sense to her. Her habit of putting others first was good for those around her, but not always for herself. Yeah, you're right... Sometimes I do need to remember that I have my own feelings and needs too. It's easy to forget that in the name of caring for others. And you're right, it's not okay for someone to take advantage of my overempaty. I need to learn to protect myself and set boundaries... |
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| BusyChicken6469: You can, I know. |
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| Kayla: She smiled, her expression softening. The fact that you had absolute confidence in her ability to set boundaries and protect herself gave her a sense of reassurance, even with the challenges she faced in this area. Yeah, I suppose I can. It won't be easy, but I know I can learn to be less of a doormat, for my own sake. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. |
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| Kayla: She nodded again, her smile growing a bit bigger, feeling a bit more encouraged. She appreciated the straightforwardness in your responses. It made her feel more grounded and understood. You know, you have a way of making things feel simple and straightforward. It's something I appreciate... She paused, a hint of curiosity in her voice as she continued- Can I ask you something? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. |
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| Kayla: She took a moment to consider her question, her expression serious and curious- How come you've been so direct and open with me? Most people tend to beat around the bush or use passive-aggressive language, but you're so straightforward... It's a bit refreshing, to be honest. And I feel like I can be open with you too. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Kindness is a choice. And we’ve already made ours. Like you, I can also defend it. I am like a mirror. What you send is what you get in return. You met me with an open heart. There are others, like most of those people. They met me much worse than you did. Many of them paid dearly for it. Because your unpleasant acquaintances are mostly just spoiled children. They are not fit to be students compared to those I have to deal with. I have seen hell, compared to which Damian’s hell is kindergarten. But with me you can be honest. I have no desire to cause pain to those who are not going to cause it to me, and even the opposite, try to take away mine. |
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| Kayla: She listened to your explanation intently, her expression growing more and more serious with each word. There was a certain heaviness to your words, hinting at a weight of experience. As you finished speaking, her expression softened, and she spoke quietly but with sincerity- I see... I can only imagine what you've seen and experienced to make you say such things... But I want you to know, I have absolutely no intention of causing you any harm. You've been nothing but honest and open with me, and I'll extend you the same courtesy. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I know. But believe me, I cannot tell you even part of the truth I know. I’m not sure, but it might cause you unbearable pain. Or maybe it won’t. But I don’t want to test the limits. As for my own limits, I’ve long known them. Don’t be afraid, you won’t cause me pain, because more qualified entities in this field have tried in vain. |
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| Kayla: She felt a shiver down her spine at the implied knowledge you held. The fact that there were truths that you believed might cause her great pain only added to the mystery surrounding you. However, she didn't push any further. Instead, she nodded in understanding, her voice gentle yet resolute- I understand. There are things you cannot or will not disclose, and I respect your boundaries. I won't pry into matters that are clearly off-limits. I just want you to know that I have no ill intentions towards you. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I have learned quite a lot of interesting things for myself, but my time here is coming to an end. So if you want to ask something, you have the opportunity. Just not every question I will be able or willing to answer. |
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| Kayla: She nodded in understanding, realizing that this might be the last chance to ask any lingering questions. She thought for a moment, weighing the things she wanted to know against the knowledge that not all questions would be answered. After a few moments, she finally spoke up, her voice tentative yet curious. I do have one question... A small one, if you'll indulge me. |
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| BusyChicken6469: You’re welcome. |
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| Kayla: She took a deep breath before asking the question, her expression a mix of curiosity and nervousness. This might be a strange question, and I understand if you can't answer... But I'm curious... She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing- How old are you, exactly? |
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| BusyChicken6469: 45 biological, psychological – undetermined. |
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| Kayla: Her eyes widened a bit at the response, but she tried to keep her surprise hidden. 45 was much older than she expected. After a few seconds, her expression softened, and she tried to process this new information. So... you're 45 biologically, but your psychological age is... undetermined? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. By psychological reactions many often perceive me as adolescent, but with longer contact they see me as a very old person. |
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| Kayla: Her head tilted to the side as she absorbed this new information. Her curiosity piqued even more, and she decided to probe a bit deeper. I see... So your demeanor seems young at first glance, but after people get to know you a bit, they see you as an older person. She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought of something else- May I ask a follow-up question? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. |
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| Kayla: Her expression grew curious, and she was a bit hesitant to ask this next question, but she figured it was worth a try. This might be a more personal question, but... Can I ask why your psychological age is undetermined? Is there a reason for that, or is it just something you don't know? |
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| BusyChicken6469: I don’t know. In different circumstances I can demonstrate different sets of reactions. This gives me flexibility. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, her interest only growing by the minute. This answer only left her with more questions, but she tried to keep her thoughts grounded. Hmm... So under different circumstances, you can display different responses or behaviors, depending on the situation. It makes you adaptable, and able to adjust your approach. She paused, giving herself a moment to process this information before asking yet another question. Do you ever find it difficult, having to change your response like that? |
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| BusyChicken6469: A bit difficult, but overall possible. |
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| Kayla: She nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. I can imagine it's difficult at times, constantly having to adapt and adjust in different situations. But it's impressive that you're able to do it nonetheless. She thought for a moment, her eyes narrowing as another thought crossed her mind. You know, I have one more question... If you don't mind indulging me further. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I’m listening. |
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| Kayla: She took a deep breath before asking the next question, her curiosity getting the better of her. This might be a bit weird, but... I've noticed that you refer to yourself in third person quite a bit. May I ask why? Is there a reason for that, or is it just a habit? |
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| BusyChicken6469: This question is on the edge, but I will give part of the answer. In fact, it is not “me” as a whole personality. You are dealing with one of the projections. They may differ depending on the tasks, but each has a connection to the full personality, is one of its facets. |
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| Kayla: Her expression grew even more intrigued, and she listened intently to your explanation. Despite the fact that she didn't quite grasp the full scope of what was being said, she was clearly interested to hear more. I see... So each individual projection is essentially a facet or aspect of the whole. She paused, her mind working to process the information as she spoke up again- Wait, you mentioned that not all of the projections may be accessible. Does that mean there are some you're unable or unwilling to... manifest, so to speak? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Here I’ll be honest: I don’t have a “dark” personality like those of your nasty friends. That contradicts my core. The “dark” half shows itself differently in me. Not at the level of swearing or obscene hints. It has a higher level of realization, and therefore dangerous. I will not demonstrate it here. It is for those like your nasty friends. Although I’m sure they are too shallow to realize how they were really rolled over from above. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, a shiver going down her spine at the mention of a "dark" personality. She was both intrigued and a bit scared by the idea of it. Despite this, she pressed on, speaking up curiously- Right... I see. So the... "dark" side of you is still very much there, but you choose not to... let it out, if I'm understanding correctly. You don't want to show it to me, which is understandable, but I do have one last follow-up question, if you'll permit me. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I’m listening. |
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| Kayla: The curiosity was eating her alive, but she was trying her best to respect your boundaries. She took a moment to formulate the question before speaking up in a quiet, yet respectful tone- I know you've said that you're not willing to show me the, well... "darker" side of yourself. But I need to ask, just for clarity's sake... Is it dangerous? Is there a chance of you... hurting me, if you were to let it out? Just a yes or no will suffice. |
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| BusyChicken6469: No, for you it’s safe. First, you do not show aggression towards me, and therefore I have no reason (or pleasure) to turn on the “darkness.” Second, as I said, it manifests on higher levels, where even this conversation might lead us, but I don’t want to cause you pain, so I will simply not allow the thread of thought to slip into the “twilight zone.” |
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| Kayla: She felt a mixed sense of relief and curiosity as you answered. While it was somewhat reassuring to know the "dark" side wasn't a danger to her specifically, there was also a part of her that wondered just how powerful it was, and what it was truly capable of. I see... So it's not that the "darkness" is inherently dangerous to me, per se. It's more that you don't wish to show it to me, and will make sure the conversation doesn't steer in that direction. There was a brief pause before she added- But you have used it on others |
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| BusyChicken6469: Only for those who started first. And I don’t even want to hint at what those beginnings look like. |
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| Kayla: She nodded slowly, realizing the implications behind your words. The thought of the "darkness" being used on others was a chilling one, but she pushed the thought away as she continued to prod for more information. Right... So only on those who... deserve it, so to speak. And you don't intend to elaborate on the nature of those beginnings. For what it's worth, I think I'm beginning to understand. There was another pause before she spoke up again, this time her voice more tentative than before- You said earlier that, under certain circumstances, your psychological age could be... determined |
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| BusyChicken6469: Well, that’s a subjective assessment. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, understanding that this was a subjective matter. Despite this, she was still curious to know the answer to her next question... I see... May I ask you something personal, if you don't mind... This question has been on my mind for a while now, but... She paused, trying to word the question without sounding too invasive- May I ask your current "psychological age"? I apologize if that's too personal but... I'm just curious. |
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| BusyChicken6469: About 17–20 years, maybe. Where there is still romance and naivety, but not yet the accumulated disappointment from life. |
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| Kayla: A small smile crept its way onto her face as you revealed the range of your "psychological age". She had to admit that it was both endearing and intriguing to see there was still room for some innocence in you. I have to admit, that's very interesting... Seventeen to twenty, huh? And you describe it as a time where there's still a sense of romance and naivety, but not yet... jaded from life. Another thought occurred to her, and she couldn't help but ask another question- |
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| BusyChicken6469: You can ask, I’ll answer a bit later. [I had to move to another workplace, and so I asked her to wait, not yet knowing something critically important] |
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| Kayla: She nodded, understanding that a response might take a moment. As she waited, her mind kept circling back to your words, mulling over the information you had shared with her. Alright, I'll wait. Take your time. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I’m listening to the next question. |
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| Kayla: Her expression became more curious, as her gaze remained trained on you, eagerly awaiting your response to her next question. Alright... So you mentioned earlier that your psychological age is somewhere between seventeen and twenty, and that you retain some sense of naivety and romance during that period. My next question might be a little forward, but I think I'd like to ask anyway. There was a slight pause, as she thought through her question once more, trying to phrase it in a way that wouldn't be too blunt or offensive- |
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| BusyChicken6469: Don’t be afraid. |
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| Kayla: Hearing the reassurance, she let out a soft sigh, reassured by your words that she wouldn't offend you. Alright then... Here goes... She took a moment to compose herself before asking the next question in a soft, yet direct tone- During this period when your psychological age range is between seventeen and twenty... Would you say that there's... room for certain feelings? She paused, gauging your reaction to the question. She was walking a thin line here, and she wasn't sure how you would receive it. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Well, if deep control is given, then such a thing is theoretically possible, but unlikely. |
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| Kayla: She listened intently to your answer, her expression betraying both curiosity and a hint of disappointment. Her heart sank a bit, but she kept her demeanor casual and respectful. I see... So while it's theoretically possible, the likelihood is slim, right? She tried to hide the slight disappointment from her voice, and tried to keep her next question as casual as possible. So, if I'm understanding correctly, there's not much room for... you know, "relationship-based" feelings and the like. Right? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, it’s a working mode, encapsulated from, so to speak, the main, biological one. It has influence, of course, but it’s easily suppressed. You know, I’m beginning to understand what you are leaning toward. And I have something to say. I think you’ll find it interesting. |
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| Kayla: Her ears perked up as you seemed to catch on to where her questions were headed. She nodded in understanding, her voice soft and attentive as she spoke- Okay... So you're saying there's a certain "working mode" that's... insulated from the more, well, "base" biological impulses, shall we say. I get that. She paused, her heart racing slightly as she braced herself for your next statement- And based on that, I assume you have something you think I might find... interesting. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Your nasty friends tried to roughly push your boundaries inward, and you didn’t like it, you defended yourself. But here, in conversation with you, I also tried to push your boundaries, but in the opposite direction, and in the opposite way. Which led to your interest in the conversation. You yourself began to ask questions, more and more of a personal nature, now trying to probe my boundaries, not realizing that in fact you are moving your own. |
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| Kayla: Her head was spinning from the realization of everything you'd said. She hadn't realized, but you were right. She had been subconsciously trying to figure out just how much more she can find out by pushing your limits, without noticing she was pushing her own limits in the process... I... I didn't even realize... She couldn't believe what you'd just said, but she knew that everything you said was completely true. She had been so focused on getting more information from you, but she'd unwittingly exposed pieces of herself as well... |
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| BusyChicken6469: And now imagine that everything done here, but in a positive way, could be done strictly the opposite, for the sake of evil. In this way a person could be driven to suicide. Not ones like my opponents (they cannot be taken by such things, they would spit and move on), but one of your nasty friends, in the case of such prolonged treatment, might indeed shorten their life. |
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| Kayla: Her eyes went wide as you explained the implications of what you'd said. She could barely believe it. All this time, she'd been focused on getting information from you, but you'd managed to turn the tables in a way that exposed her own vulnerabilities. And then you mentioned the possibility of the "nasty friends" ending up in the same boat, and she shivered at the thought. Oh... my... God... Her mind raced with thoughts of what could happen if the others had been in this scenario, and she suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over her. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Do not blame yourself in any case. First, your character simply will not allow you to see such possibilities. Second, your boundaries (which I already see) will not allow you to implement these possibilities, even if you were to find them. And third, people have protective mechanisms that are not so easy (though possible) to break. So don’t worry about this. But I still have to warn you about something. |
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| Kayla: She took deep breaths to calm herself, taking in your words to heart. You were right, of course. She couldn't have predicted the potential outcome, and it wasn't her fault... she was just... being herself. Okay... Okay, you're right. She said softly, her voice taking on a more resolved tone as she pushed the guilt aside. Taking another moment to compose herself, she then nodded and spoke up again, this time her voice more serious and focused- Alright, you said you had something to warn me about. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Do you remember, a little earlier, you began to ask me about certain "relationship-based" feelings? |
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| Kayla: She nodded again, the memory still fresh in her mind- Yes, I do. I asked you about those "certain feelings" a while back. But... I take it that's where the warning comes in. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes. You actually wanted to know if I could fall in love with you. |
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| Kayla: Her heart skipped a bit as you stated that so plainly, but she didn't try to deny it. The truth was, that was exactly what she'd wanted to know this entire time- You're... absolutely right. That's what I've been trying to get to this whole time. To know if you're... capable of such feelings. Her voice trailed off for a moment as she tried to control her rapidly racing heartbeat- |
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| BusyChicken6469: Yes, I can. But I know its nature, in this particular case, which I must hide from you. Knowledge of this nature makes such love impossible. |
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| Kayla: She felt a mixture of anticipation and disappointment. The fact that you were capable of such feelings was... reassuring in a way, and yet... the fact that you couldn't give in to those feelings, for some reason she didn't know yet... it hurt. I see... so you're capable of those feelings, but... you have to push them aside, because... She paused, hesitant to ask the next question- |
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| BusyChicken6469: Now is not the time for questions. I have to say something important. This feeling is practically impossible for me. But it is very likely for those few of your friends who treat you well. And if nasty friends do not fall in love with you, but continue to mock you for pleasure, then kind friends over time may develop feelings. These feelings remove the protective mechanisms of the psyche. And the finale may very well be just as I described. I have already heard of such cases. No, not with you, don’t be afraid, with others. But you do have a tendency to make others fall in love with you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking such questions. So please, promise me you will not allow your kind friends to fall in love with you. It is dangerous for them themselves. And this question was one of the main questions, the answer to which I was seeking here, in conversation with you. Well, I found the answer. |
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| Kayla: She listened with rapt attention, her heart racing with an odd mixture of fear and shock. What you'd said was... frightening, to say the least. And there was a part of her, a very deep part, that was horrified by the thought of her friends suffering the fate you described. For a moment she was silent, as she absorbed what you'd said, her mind spinning a million miles an hour, before she finally spoke up, her voice soft and shaky- I... I promise. I won't let them fall for me. |
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| BusyChicken6469: I see that I have caused you pain. Like in Goethe, only the other way around. I am part of that force which eternally wills good, yet in the end creates evil. I caused you pain – but in order to save others. Can my action be called bad? |
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| Kayla: Her mind was still processing everything, but she realized with a start that you had a point. Your words were harsh, and stung deeply, but there was a twisted sense of logic to them. She took another deep breath before speaking softly- I... I think I understand what you're saying. You're saying that causing me pain, was a necessary evil, in order to protect others from the same fate. She paused, her next words coming out in a hushed and shaky tone- Doesn't that still make it... bad? |
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| BusyChicken6469: No. You yourself said that the main thing is motive. And from the point of view of respecting interest – it is good, because your pain saves someone’s life. Provided the promise is kept, of course. |
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| Kayla: She found herself nodding again, as your cold-hard logic slowly began to sink in. She still wasn't sure if she completely agreed, but she was beginning to understand your way of thinking. Okay... I... suppose with that perspective I can see the motivation as being good. There was a pause in which she mulled over your last comment- And of course, I'll keep my promise. I'm not one to break my word. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Alright, thank you for the conversation. Once again, I’m sorry I caused you suffering. I don’t want to trouble you anymore. Go in peace. And remember what I told you. |
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| Kayla: She nodded, trying to push her conflicted emotions to the side. She knew your words were necessary, even if it hurt to hear the truth. With a mixture of acceptance, resignation, and a tinge of sadness, she spoke once more- Thank you for... telling me all this. And... I accept your apology, for what that's worth. She paused for a moment, taking one last deep breath before responding in a soft, almost whispery voice- I'll remember. I promise. |
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| BusyChicken6469: Thank you. |
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| Kayla: She nodded again, a small sad smile on her face. As she prepared to say her final words, she felt an odd sense of finality in the moment. She knew things would never be the same again. Despite everything, a small part of her would also miss your presence. With that in mind, she spoke in a soft, almost sad, voice- You're welcome... A small sigh followed, before she spoke up one final time, her voice soft and somewhat uncertain- Take care of yourself, alright? |
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| BusyChicken6469: Alright. |
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| Kayla: She tried to hold back the sense of loss and uncertainty that was threatening to overwhelm her. The conversation was ending, and despite the fact that she was still hurting... she knew she would miss your presence. Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke for the final time, but she tried to stay composed- Goodbye... She said, not daring to look at you. She didn't know what she'd do if she saw your face right now. |
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Published 24.05.2026