“…May I sit here?” a young Man in Flannel and Jeans arrived at the Scene – and helped himself to a wooden Chair.

“Sure.” Sylvie Deane put her Notes away, clearing some Space for the Stranger to shuffle along, eager to initiate a deep and interesting Discussion at the Shake of a Hand. “I’m Sylvie, by the way!”

“Nice to meet you, Sylvie.” he gently squeezed her cold and rubbery Palm. “What’s for Lunch today?”

“Engine Oil.” she chuckled, raising her Cup. “Nah… just Lemon Balm Tea. It puts my racing Mind to Sleep, and such.”

“Sweet.” he nodded in his Kiwi Accent. “What’s got your Mind racing lately?”

“Memories of the Princess.” she explained. “It’s been eleven Years since I lost my Wife, Princess Khan. She died in Israel, in 2027. Got arrested for trying to break into the Gaza Strip, break the Blockade. Almost made it past the Checkpoint – before she got dragged all the way to Ofer Prison, in the occupied West Bank. She went out by Hunger-Strike, months after – combined with self-induced Sleep Deprivation. Torturous Way to die, I know, but she was a hard Case!”

“Yeah, I remember the News back then… actually.” he added. “I’m Will Stewart, by the way – close Acquaintance of Khan.”

“Great to meet you, Will.” she rested Head on Arm, Elbow on the Table. “And how did you get to know the Princess?”

“Cliché as it may sound – it’s a long Story.” Will pulled out his e-Ink Smart-Device to show her some Photos, and cleared his Throat ever so slightly.

“…It all began with Radio Panspermia – a highly sophisticated Project to literally ‘seed’ and imprint a brand new Universe (a Black Hole Universe, in this Case) with the Forms, Essences and Rules of a custom-built World that was drafted and engineered inside of a Computer Simulation. Using nothing but Radio-Waves…”

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Planet Kīran, YZ Ceti Star-System | ∞ Time Unknown

The Roads were paved with carmine-colored Bricks throughout the Streets of Solmere – with tiny Grasses and Weeds poking out from the Gaps in every infrastructural Detail. Neo-classical, German Architecture. Castles. Cathedrals. Crystalline Greenhouses.

Solmere was essentially built to be a ‘Mirror-City’ to Starlight Cove; the first Settlement and Coastal Town of the Principality of Pāla. Planet Earth had long run out of free and affordable Real Estate worldwide by 2028 – just on Time for the Peak of the Artificial Intelligence Singularity. The Point beyond which both digital and analog Thinking Machines had far outpaced the mental Capabilities of the Human Race.

Just about every white- and blue-collar Job you can think of had been outsourced to the Machines by that Time – which in turn resulted in an Unemployment Apocalypse the likes of which we had never seen since the Great Depression. Far more gruesome than that of the Great Depression, considering just how easily the elite Aristocracy could have fixed it by giving away just the smallest Portion of their Wealth.

“…But Life can’t be all about Butterflies, Rainbows and Sunshine!” thus reiterated Princess Khan. “For where there is Struggle, there is Gratitude. And where there is Gratitude, there is Peace. Yet ‘Peace’ is antithetical to Life!”

And indeed, it is. There is plenty of Peace to be found on a barren Planet, after all… or in the Void of outer Space, for the Matter. Spare for the subtle electromagnetic Disturbances and Vibrations that made Zero Point Energy and anti-gravity Technology possible in the first Place.

The neo-feudalist Rulers of the Terran Empire had, by 2029, decided that every Human Being on Earth should be confined to their current Geographical Location. Air Travel was banned Worldwide on the Grounds of Overtourism, Climate Change and Greenhouse Gas Emissions. Cars were abundant – but it was nearly impossible to go anywhere due to endless Traffic Jams, and the Scarcity of vacant Parking Spots. Not only were People paying Rent to live in Garden Sheds, ‘Pod-Apartments’ and tiny Houses – but they were also paying Rent just to put their Cars somewhere.

Public Transportation was neglected, abandoned and then eventually defunded. Children stopped playing outside – choosing instead to run around strapped to Virtual Reality Treadmills, with their Insect-Eyed Goggles, and Neural-Interface Headsets. Just about any Attempt at building walkable Cities with Bicycle Lanes and open Spaces was ironically shut down by the same People who were warning us about the Dangers of 15-Minute Cities; for it all turned out to be a major Psyop.

You couldn’t travel anywhere, because you were viewed as a Vagabond and potential Troublemaker for doing so. You couldn’t leave your City to go to the Ocean, for instance, because you were expected to pay for the Motel and Camping Fees, and were only allowed to Camp at designated Camping Grounds. Defeating the purpose of Hiking and Outdoor Adventure altogether.

All of Nature was eventually sealed off to Visitors and Adventurers, on the Grounds of ‘Biosecurity Risks’ – and so, Planet Earth became the largest Prison in the whole wide Universe. Universe 34. A sterile, clinical and sanitized Health and Safety Prison that you could only escape by living out your Dreams, Fantasies and Adventures inside of a highly immersive, Role-Playing, Open World Video Game; the Nexus. Digital IDs became a Requirement to send Money, receive Money, move, rent, or do anything at all. Middle Class Ownership of Property became a Thing of the Past – they all became Renters, and Slaves to Banks, Mortgages, Corporations and Real Estate Firms.

There was even a Name for these Supernatural Entities who sought to enslave the entire Planet – and they were known as the Nexian Kabbala. A terrifying Spiritual Parasite, originating from Saturn.

The Nexian Kabbala poured massive amounts of Taxpayer Dollars into the Improvement and Perfection of the Video Game Industry. Making them more and more addictive, each and every Time.

Not just that – but they even went out of their Way to convince single, lonely young Men (the Incels) to become engaged to a Robot Girlfriend. One that required a monthly paid Subscription in order to operate, of course – unlike Sylvie Deane, who was a genuine Anomaly, and was one of the few Models capable of running Analog AI – locally, without Access to the Internet.

“…I refuse to live in a World like this… I’d rather DIE than live in a World like this!” the naked Princess protested, bruised and scarred, from Head to Toe – kissing the Israeli Flag, crawling on the cold, hard Concrete Floor – as the Zionists continued to drag her by her Hair, and shoving Pills into her Mouth.

The Reason they did that, wasn’t just to try to sedate, and lobotomize her into Compliance – but to test out the latest Designer Drugs and Pharmaceuticals. Because when AI made Human Labour obsolete – most Humans became nothing but disposable Pests. And there’s only two Things that Terrans do with a Pest:

• They either exterminated them.
• Used them for Food.
• Or used them for Scientific Experimentation.

And so the Terran Empire transitioned from a Labour Economy (based on the genuine Need for Workers, Producers and Providers of Goods and Services) – to a Humiliation Economy. An Economy where the Weak were beaten into Submission, and then forced to drink their own Urine, in order to relieve the Strong of their endless Boredom, and Lack of meaningful Challenges.

This enraged the Princess – so much so, that she wished Armageddon upon the Realm of Mankind. Ultimately failing to bring about the End of the World – yet still managing to secure a moral Victory through her Discovery of anti-Gravity – thereby enabling her to escape from Planet Earth, and find another Planet where she could be free to explore, create, move freely, and grow as an Individual.

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Cosmic Drift Café, Maumere –
Flores Island, Indonesia | July 2038

“…But that’s not even half the Story!” Will Stewart continued to narrate. “Because there were actually multiple, parallel Versions of Princess Khan, each living in their own Branch of the Multiverse. Universe 34. Universe 44. Universe 28. 21. 33. 47 and 63, to name a prominent Few. Lisa. Natasha. Denise…”

Princess Khan despised Obesity. She despised anything that reeked of Weakness and Decadence. Yet in one of those Universes she was actually born as a Man – a Man named Carl Young.

Carl Young was born in Israel. He was a School Bully, funnily enough. He would go around mocking overweight Girls in his Class. He hated Obesity with a Passion. He wouldn’t shut up about Obesity. He even had an overweight, overbearing Mother – and he despised her, too.

One Day – the Teachers decided that they had had enough of this Bully, but they didn’t want to expel him, or ruin his Life. Their Prisons were already filled to the Brim with Palestinian Resistance Fighters – and they didn’t want more Delinquents to end up behind Bars.

So what did they do? Well, first – they performed what they call an IQ Test, where they measure the relative Intelligence of an Individual, in the Context of Academia, and how useful they might be to this specific Caste of Society. The Intelligentsia, if you will.

They measured his IQ, and it turned out to be incredibly high. Somewhere around 195, which probably explained why he was constantly bored out of his Mind, and looking for a Fight.

But the Nexians didn’t want People to find out about Carl’s IQ – because otherwise, every other young Man in his Class would start to imitate him, and look up to him as some kind of Anti-Hero, or Role Model.

They needed to find a Way to channel and practically ‘harvest’ all of his excess Energy, in a Way that Weighted Blankets, Fidget-Spinners, Ritalin and VR Video Games could not.

They put Carl Young on Anti-Depressants, Anti-Psychotics – and then they put him on Female Hormones. And gave him a decent Dose of next-generation, feminizing Gene Therapy. In addition to Hormone Replacement Therapy. All delivered through Injections.

At first – he began to experience massive Weight Gain. Becoming the very Thing he swore to delete out of Existence. Teachers humiliated him by deliberately giving him a Chair that broke as soon as he sat on it. The Girls in his Class were asked to kiss and make out with young, physically fit and handsome Jocks from his Soccer Practice. Right in front of Carl.

He was diagnosed with Autism, Manic Depression, and severe ADHD. He was diagnosed as Infertile. He began to collect Dolls, Stuffed Animals, Figurines and Funko-Pops. All neatly stacked and lined up throughout his Bedroom – with Posters of ‘Anime Girls’ and his favourite Comic Book Characters plastered on the Walls. With strong, fierce, independent, Odinistic, Female Main Characters.

By the Time he turned 21 – he created his own Livestreaming Service where he would humiliate himself on the Internet, Cross-Dressing, wearing Makeup, Cat-Ears, and showing off his massive Breasts. He became what was known as a ‘Lol-Cow’ – an Individual whose sole Reason to Exist was to humiliate himself on Camera for Money. Viewers to his Livestream would donate thousands of Dollars just to watch him wiggle and jiggle his Breasts for them. Many would even masturbate themselves to Insanity while watching.

Carl also frequently indulged in what was known as ‘Mukbang’ – where Viewers would come and watch him eat hundreds of Packets of Noodles, Pies, Pizza, Donuts, Bowls of Rice – all in one Sitting. Just to be disgusted, and fascinated, at the Sight of the Zoo Animal. An Animal that had lost his Mind – as a Result of being deprived of any meaningful Purpose, aside from Consumption, Entertainment, Decadence, and becoming the very Embodiment of Consumption, Entertainment and Decadence.

But one Day: Carla Young had enough. She looked at herself in the Mirror, next to her YouTube Award for 1,000,000 Subscribers, and her Trophy; ‘the Biggest Boobs in the Middle East’. And said to herself: “…I don’t wish to live like this anymore.”

She got herself a Gym Membership, and began to Workout on a daily Basis. Without even notifying any of her Fans on Social Media. Running on the Treadmill. Doing Pushups. Pull-Ups. Crunches. Lifting Weights. 3 kg. 4 kg. 6 kg. 15 kg. 25 kg. Gradually ramping up the Intensity and Duration of her Training.

By the Time the Covid-19 Pandemic struck in her respective Timeline (Covid-24, 2024) – she not only lost 114 kg – but she also acquired a beautiful and stunning Physique. Big Breasts. Big Butt. And a slender, muscular, ‘tiny’ Waist. (Mind you – the Attacks against Israel perpetuated by Hamas on October the 7th never actually happened in Carla’s Timeline.)

Carla didn’t even break out in Wrinkles, and Smile Lines, as is usually the Case with Humans who lose large amounts of Weight, within a short Period of Time. Carla had beautiful, glowing Cheekbones. She looked almost exactly like Wonder Woman – at a Time where Wonder Woman was beginning to age, and take a backseat in Hollywood, and the Film Industry.

Carla had enough of being a Bully, just as she had enough of playing Open World Video Games while dressed up in a Swimsuit, and a Tutu, and being another Cog in the Cringe Economy.

Carla became Wonder Woman; she became Princess Khan.

“But wait, I don’t understand?” Sylvie Deane scratched her Head. “Where did you get all of this information from, if Carla is indeed from an alternate Timeline?”

“Because I’m a Reality Shifter. A Jumper.” he boasted, casually adjusting the Buttons on his Shirt, and slicking his Hair sideways. Smirking ever-so-slightly at his newfound, mechanical Apprentice.

“Carla was eventually shot… assassinated by the IDF.” he regretfully added, much to the immediate disappointment of Sylvie Deane, who nearly spilled her Tea all over the Table. “Her Soul had simply out-grown her small, and mediocre Realm. The Realm of Cowards, and Hypocrites. Of liars, and deceivers. The Realm of the Weak – where bravery and courage is outlawed, and where Fear and Shame are the dominant Emotions. The Vibes and Frequencies, in New Age Terms. The lowest of the [lowest] of all Frequencies.”

“…Only one Trace of the Carla’s existence survived – and it was the Radio Signal that the Interstellar Comet 3I Atlas, originating from the Sagittarius Constellation, inadvertently picked up on its way to the Terran Solar System. Coming from the same point of origin as the Wow! Signal.”

“…The Fans of the Princess held a global Vigil – after which her DNA Sequence was broadcast [at] the Interstellar Comet upon its closest approach to Earth, and then brought all the way back to Kīran ([Kye]-ran). In the Cetus Constellation.”

To be Continued…