Name: Tracey $REDACTED Alias: ['The Manager', and 12 unknown...] Classification: Artificial Organic Computer Race: Human Gender: Female Biological Age: Est. 29 Earth Years Chronological Age: N/A SCAN Rank: | A A | A D TIIN Rank: | B B | A D Reviewer Rank: 2 stars Organizations: - Fluent D Occupations: - Systems Administration Manager Relationships: - The Fodder - The Thief Variables: $WOKE: +0.10 | # Hard to say. We haven't seen her in more than 10 years.
The Manager was the first girl to give The Fodder attention, in his eleventh grade science fiction class. He remembers as she flirted with him playfully, touching his leg ever so slightly. Even then, he realized that she was interested.
He was, too. But he knew that his friends would never let him live it down, and he was weak. He talked himself out of pursuing anything.
Over the years, Fodder’s mind would return to her. He’d consider contacting her on a few occasions. He never did, though.
He was quite surprised to learn she was pursuing the same career path that he did. He always thought that they would have gotten along quite well. It pained him to see that she was still alone, as he was.
But he knew it was for the best. Just as he had found his perfect match, she would find hers.
Fodder would make sure of that.
Alone in the room, TV on
Like the white screen his life’s gone
A moving shell, a wandering ghost
A shadow of a man who nobody knows
He hardly speaks when you say his name
He’s just embarrassed to say
Anything to anyone
In his mind there’s no way out
He said he wants to die
He wonders how anyone survives
Being overlooked and trite
— from Nothing More - “It Seems”