Writing Assassinated Love

[Brasil]

Writing sci-fi with a romantic eye? Read on.


[center]?Assassinated Love?[/center]

Her eyes sparkle like Emeralds, a seductive twinkle with a fierce determination. Her honey-blonde hair glows in the early evening light. There?s an angel standing at my door, and by God, she?s beautiful. She starts talking to me, and I?m standing there speechless.

?Jason Harris,? she asks.

?Y-yes,? I stammer.

?I have very important information for you.?

?What? What is it??

?This is best spoken of in private. May I come in??

?Uh, sure. Come on in,? I step aside and she gracefully enters. It?s as if she doesn?t even take steps. ?May I take your coat??

?Yes, thank you,? she replies.

Her overcoat slides off her body, revealing a sky blue dress that compliments her in every way. It gives quick glimpses of her firm thighs as the fabric dances. The dress is backless, and her skin is a creamy tan. Her shoulders are sensually bare. The curves of her shoulders are matched only by the curves of her ample breasts.

She glances at me, and slowly puts her fingers to my chin. ?No, no, not that,? she says and closes my mouth.

My heart is thumping in my chest and I feel weak from the experience of just seeing her?admiring her. My mouth starts moving again, and I invite her to stay for dinner.

?I would like that, thank you.?

I quickly set her place, and escort her to her seat. Of course, I pull the chair out so she is able to sit down. When she is comfortable, I sit at the opposite end of the table, both from etiquette and generally, I still have no idea what?s going on here. I?m having dinner with an angel. It is still shocking me.

Dinner is going well. She seems to enjoy the pasta. I make an excellent red sauce. Very few dislike it. I tend to use just a touch of red wine to give it a more mature flavor. Without the wine, it tastes rather bland, and this woman deserves nothing but the best.

?So,? I ask as I twirl some angelhair on my fork, ?what did you need to tell me??

She stops. Her fork goes to her plate, and she looks up at me.

?Jason,? she says, ?my name is Lena, and I have been programmed to kill you.?

?What? This is a joke, right??

?No, this is not a joke. You are targeted for assassination, and my serial number was drawn for the assignment.?

?Assignment? Targeted??

?Yes,? she says.

?Holy shit??

?It is nothing personal, of course.?

?Oh, sure, I got that much. You?re just a robot designed for killing. You don?t feel at all. It?s never personal.?

?I do not appreciate your tone, Jason. And if you would, I prefer the term, ?android,? or, ?synthetic person.??

?So there are politically correct terms now??

?Yes?if it is of any consolation, my etiquette protocol prohibits inhumane execution.?

?Is that supposed to make things easier??

?I would imagine so. You should know that my etiquette protocol also requires me to allow you a last request. And yes, I do acknowledge the comical similarity to our detainment centers.?

?A last request,? I ask.

?That is correct.?

?Keep my company tonight, then.?

?What do you mean??

?Grant me my last request. I want you to spend the night with me. Lena, it?s been a long time since I?ve had anyone, and killer robot?er, assassin droid or not, I think you?re the most beautiful woman I?ve ever seen.?

[Japan]

I love it I!! love it!! I love it!!

I can't wait for more!! It is sweet, yet all action and sci-fi packed. I kept on thinking of a Star Trek surrounding. I don't know why. Very very good! My biatch writes good stories.:babble:

[Brasil]

?Assassinated Love?

Her eyes sparkle like Emeralds, a seductive twinkle with a fierce determination. Her honey-blonde hair glows in the early evening light. There?s an angel standing at my door, and by God, she?s beautiful. She starts talking to me, and I?m standing there speechless.

?Jason Harris,? she asks.

?Y-yes,? I stammer.

?I have very important information for you.?

?What? What is it??

?This is best spoken of in private. May I come in??

?Uh, sure. Come on in,? I step aside and she gracefully enters. It?s as if she doesn?t even take steps. ?May I take your coat??

?Yes, thank you,? she replies.

Her overcoat slides off her body, revealing a sky blue dress that compliments her in every way. It gives quick glimpses of her firm thighs as the fabric dances. The dress is backless, and her skin is a creamy tan. Her shoulders are sensually bare. The curves of her shoulders are matched only by the curves of her ample breasts.

She glances at me, and slowly puts her fingers to my chin. ?No, no, not that,? she says and closes my mouth.

My heart is thumping in my chest and I feel weak from the experience of just seeing her?admiring her. My mouth starts moving again, and I invite her to stay for dinner.

?I would like that, thank you.?

I quickly set her place, and escort her to her seat. Of course, I pull the chair out so she is able to sit down. When she is comfortable, I sit at the opposite end of the table, both from etiquette and generally, I still have no idea what?s going on here. I?m having dinner with an angel. It is still shocking me.

Dinner is going well. She seems to enjoy the pasta. I make an excellent red sauce. Very few dislike it. I tend to use just a touch of red wine to give it a more mature flavor. Without the wine, it tastes rather bland, and this woman deserves nothing but the best.

?So,? I ask as I twirl some angelhair on my fork, ?what did you need to tell me??

She stops. Her fork goes to her plate, and she looks up at me.

?Jason,? she says, ?my name is Lena, and I have been programmed to kill you.?

?What? This is a joke, right??

?No, this is not a joke. You are targeted for assassination, and my serial number was drawn for the assignment.?

?Assignment? Targeted??

?Yes,? she says.

?Holy shit??

?It is nothing personal, of course.?

?Oh, sure, I got that much. You?re just a robot designed for killing. You don?t feel at all. It?s never personal.?

?I do not appreciate your tone, Jason. And if you would, I prefer the term, ?android,? or, ?synthetic person.??

?So there are politically correct terms now??

?Yes?if it is of any consolation, my etiquette protocol prohibits inhumane execution.?

?Is that supposed to make things easier??

?I would imagine so. You should know that my etiquette protocol also requires me to allow you a last request. And yes, I do acknowledge the comical similarity to our detainment centers.?

?A last request,? I ask.

?That is correct.?

?Keep my company tonight, then.?

?What do you mean??

?Grant me my last request. I want you to spend the night with me. Lena, it?s been a long time since I?ve had anyone, and killer robot?er, assassin droid or not, I think you?re the most beautiful woman I?ve ever seen.?

I don?t know where that came from, but it?s the truth. Lena is breathtakingly beautiful.

?I am unsure how to respond to this, Jason.?

?How so??

?This question has never been asked of me before. My previous targets? last requests were always pleas for their life, and my programmers never considered the probability of this situation when they were encoding my processor.?

?Just say ?yes,? Lena. Just say ?yes.??

?I?very well, Jason. In accordance with my programming, I will grant your request, even though the particular specifics of your request were never accounted for.?

?Thank you, Lena.?

This is unbelievable. I?m not going to be alone tonight. For the first time in months, I feel connected with someone. This is what I?ve been craving. If only Lena could know how I feel.

Now, what should we do tonight?

?Lena, would you care to watch a movie with me??

?I do not see a problem with that. Is your media player in the living room??

?Well, it?s in my bedroom.?

?Oh, I see.?

?Lena, please, it?s not like that?well, it is like that, but?I mean?damn it.?

She puts her fingers to my lips again. ?Shh. It?s all right. I understand. No need to become flustered. Let?s go to your bedroom.?

She falls asleep with her arm draped over me. The movie has been over for a while now. My media player is just a dark, blank screen. I turn to look at the clock. One-thirty. I glance out the window. There?s snow falling. In the morning, there?s going to be a silent wonderland. Lena and I will have to go for a walk so we can enjoy the new paradise outside. I look at her. Her head is rested on my chest. I can smell her perfume. It?s like roses. I slowly drift off to sleep, with Lena in my arms. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

The birds chirping wake me up, but it?s not a loud awakening. It?s the peaceful and soft stirring that comes with?Heaven.

I shift my right arm a bit, and Lena wakes up. She takes a moment to adjust, then kisses me gingerly on the lips.

?Shall we get up,? I ask her.

?Yes, the morning is broken.?

?Would you like to join me for a walk through the park??

?Yes, I would.?

We get dressed at a leisurely pace, as there is nothing to hurry us. It?s a weekend, so I?m off from work, and Lena doesn?t have to be back until tomorrow.

The park is wonderful. The snow covers everything, blanketing it in hushed whispers. Lena and I walk along the lake path. The lake is iced over. It looks ideal for ice-skating. Lena and I sit down on a bench. I muster up the courage to say what I?ve been thinking since she walked into my apartment.

?Lena, there?s something I need to tell you, now.?

?Oh? What is it??

?I?I love you, Lena. I loved you the minute I saw you.?

?I know. I have never said this before, either, but I have never felt this way before. My emotion chipset does not allow for this, but, Jason, I love you, too.?

She puts her hand into mine.

?Do you mean that, Lena??

?Yes, I do. I love you, Jason.?

I go silent as I remember reality.

?But?you still have to complete your objective, huh.?

??yes.?

Her hand grips me tighter.

---

I felt that the story needs its entirety.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]It could be just a minute bit of cruelty coming out in me, but I feel as if the character Lena was a bit illogical.

[quote] ?I know. I have never said this before, either, but I have never felt this way before. My emotion chipset does not allow for this, but, Jason, I love you, too.?[/quote]

In spite of android programing, she loves the man she was meant to destroy. And all in the space of one night? Because she gave into one request that she wasn't programmed to understand?

Perhaps her programming will expand to make room for this request or perhaps she will degenerate swiftly because she failed to fufill her mission. Or I could be reading far too deep into this. That's what I get for reading Dostoyevsky before reading you.[/color]

[Japan]

I like it even better now. It has a little more depth too it now and it has an excellent cliff hanger. I cannot wait for the next chapter.

[RPCrazy]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by rpcraziest and madsatirist [/i]
[B]
rpcraziest (1:19:15 AM): WTF!!!
rpcraziest (1:19:17 AM): "Her hand grips me tighter."
madsatirist (1:19:21 AM): good?
rpcraziest (1:19:27 AM): What the fuck kind of ending is that???
madsatirist (1:19:32 AM): think about it
rpcraziest (1:19:33 AM): SEND MORE DAMN YOU!
madsatirist (1:19:38 AM): no,
rpcraziest (1:19:39 AM): no...no thinking.
madsatirist (1:19:39 AM): that's the end
rpcraziest (1:19:41 AM): NO!
madsatirist (1:19:42 AM): think about it
rpcraziest (1:19:44 AM): That can't be!
rpcraziest (1:19:46 AM): no no no
rpcraziest (1:19:51 AM): no thinking...no thinking...
rpcraziest (1:19:52 AM): send more.
madsatirist (1:20:00 AM): "But?you still have to complete your objective, huh."

"?yes."

Her hand grips me tighter.

rpcraziest (1:20:04 AM): No! I refuse to think of that as the end!
madsatirist (1:20:05 AM): she's killing him
rpcraziest (1:20:10 AM): It's a crappy ending and I want more.
rpcraziest (1:20:12 AM): No!
rpcraziest (1:20:15 AM): I tell you, no!
madsatirist (1:20:20 AM): she just said she still must complete the objective
rpcraziest (1:20:21 AM): I understand that, but no!
madsatirist (1:20:29 AM): trust me on this
rpcraziest (1:20:30 AM): No shit Sherlock! But I don't like it!
madsatirist (1:20:34 AM): hehe
rpcraziest (1:20:35 AM): No -pouts-
madsatirist (1:20:38 AM): ::pats::
rpcraziest (1:20:42 AM): I hate you...
rpcraziest (1:20:47 AM): I hate you and your fucking talent
madsatirist (1:21:16 AM): :-P
madsatirist (1:21:20 AM): play nice
rpcraziest (1:21:31 AM): no....I hate you. -snuffs-
rpcraziest (1:21:40 AM): Dammit....-sniffles-
rpcraziest (1:28:52 AM): -sighs- damn you, Alex...that's a fabulous story.
madsatirist (1:28:58 AM): :-D
madsatirist (1:29:11 AM): thank'ee[/B][/QUOTE]


That, ladies and gents [I]is[/I] the end of the story...

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]I must confess, dear, that you don't get it.

Obviously she will kill him. It is her programing that she can not fight. But after she does kill him, she must question why she did it and why she was programed to do it.

And then she'll either go mad or destroy her programmers.[/color]

[Brasil]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][color=royalblue]I must confess, dear, that you don't get it.

Obviously she will kill him. It is her programing that she can not fight. But after she does kill him, she must question why she did it and why she was programed to do it.

And then she'll either go mad or destroy her programmers.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

All of you are correct.

RPCrazy quoted me, the author, when I said that was the end of the story, and I meant it. What you see there, is Assassinated Love in its entirety...its full entirety.

Raiha, excellent reply. This is precisely what I wanted you to think about. And "you" is not only directed at Raiha, either. "You" is whoever reads Assassinated Love.

I want people to think. I want them to ask questions like, "well, what is the freedom here?"

It is the questions that drive us, for the most part, and the answers will occasionally drive us mad. However, is it really going mad, or just not being able to exist within what we know?

I may sound incoherent, but...these questions are raised by Assassinated Love. Do discuss. ^_^

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]The end seemed to me to be slightly odd. She's killing him by holding his hand? That's the impression I get. Now, I can understand him somehow dying through something to do with his bones being crushed but, her "etiquette protocol prohibits inhumane execution.?...does that apply to pain and crushed hands to? I know I'm probably missing something, but if you could explain I'd be very grateful.

I have to say, first thing I thought when I started this story was "Terminator." It just sort of...screamed of it in the beginning, to me at least.

But then I went on and it sort of took it's own flavour. The romance, I think, is part of it.

I have a question, though. I suppose it can be rhetorical if you'd prefer it to be. Is he in love with her forever -- in the true love kind of way -- or is he simply infatuated with the most beautiful person he's seen.

I'm probably not supposed to get this out of it -- lord knows my interpretations are usually wrong, anyway -- but I get the feeling that they are almost...using?...each other. They both want to be in love, so they [i]are[/i]. He wants to rationalise his infatuation, and she wants to [i]be[/i] human, if that makes sense. Eh, just a undertone I got out of it. You can tell me if I'm way off the mark.

The writing is fine. There's not a lot of description in between the dialogue -- and dialogue is often the 'padder', so it's an interesting sort of swap you've got there. I suppose you could add some more description, although it seems fine as it is.

Well, thats about all I have to say. It was a very good story. Well done.[/size]

[Raiha]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Asphyxia [/i]
[B][size=1]The end seemed to me to be slightly odd. She's killing him by holding his hand? That's the impression I get. Now, I can understand him somehow dying through something to do with his bones being crushed but, her "etiquette protocol prohibits inhumane execution.?...does that apply to pain and crushed hands to? I know I'm probably missing something, but if you could explain I'd be very grateful.[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]No, she was most likely only holding him to remind him that she cared and that she would still have to carry out her mission. The actual killing of him is left to our own imagination. ....provided we keep in mind that it has to be humane.[/COLOR]

[Brasil]

You are now doing precisely what I intended:

Literary interpretive debate.

Yes, Lady A and Raiha, there [i]is[/i] a specific purpose--a specific definition of Assassinated Love. There is a concrete theme at the end; there is a concrete idea.

However, the beauty of language is subtlety. You see, I have done with one line what it would take other people an essay to say. I have elicited response by a singular line that seems so vague and yet seems so concrete. Think about that.

I strive to reveal the true power of language; to show what is possible with being as [i]concise[/i] as possible. Anyone can overload a piece with metaphors, extended similies, and hyperbolic language, but in using such...complicated structure, the underlying message becomes muted, or often, the reader has no interest in delving deeper because the language is so utterly ridiculous.

There are some authors who are capable of writing an outrageous story and grab the reader...drive the reader to delve deeper. James Joyce's [i]Finnegan's Wake[/i] is one work that draws the reader in through "contemporary" language.

The beauty of Joyce is how he uses slang; Finnegan's Wake needs to be read out loud in order to understand it, because your eyes would go crossed if you tried to read it silently.

You see, writing is not about being outrageous. Art is not there solely for the sake of itself. While I respect the Decadent Movement, their motivations were cloudy and hazy. They contradicted themselves and were unsure of their specific purpose.

Writing...is not about doing whatever comes to mind. To be a writer, you must see the whole picture. You must have a goal--a vision, if you will--and have the tools necessary to create that vision.

That is a problem with many, many fledgling authors today. They may have a vision, but they lack the applicative tools to bring that vision to life.

Assassinated Love was not something I slopped down on paper, and I honestly believe that the final work reflects the writing process...the refining process.

[EDIT INSERT] The refining process. Literally, I went through three total, major story revisions. The first draft was a First Person Past Tense, which made no sense when you realize that the narrator would die. Plus, it sounded awkward.

The second draft was Second Person Present Tense. The present tense sounded more...familiar for the story, but the constant use of "you" detracted from the magic of the idea.

The third draft, which is what I posted, is the First Person Present Tense, and it works beautifully with the idea, if I do say so myself.

This touches back to a previous thread when I stressed the importance of revision. [/EDIT INSERT]

Every word in there means something. The meaning is not apparent, however. It does not beat you over the head. It does not try to force you into submission. It is subtle, and that is the most beautiful part of language. Not hyperbolics. Subtlety. As I said previously, and I cannot stress this enough, anyone can write or create insane material. They simply can write whatever comes to mind. But that doesn't mean it's [i]good[/i] writing.

James will certainly debate me on this, but the primary reason I regard the Terminator series over The Matrix series is the attitude towards the audience. Terminator respects you. It lets you delve deeper to uncover the meaning. It's a subtle deepness, contrary to The Matrix, which beats you over the head with, "Hey, look! I'm using all these mythological names! Look at me! I'm incorporating obvious thematic material! I'm deep!"

The Matrix does not respect the audience, and the only way for the audience to not feel embarrassed is if they are scholars or extremely learned people. This is why someone should not be shocked when they hear of distaste of Reloaded and Revolutions. Reloaded and Revolutions do not respect the audience. The original certainly respected the audience. It was a movie. Film, if we shall put it that way. It did not insult the audience's intelligence, and this is a curse of writing.

If the reader feels insulted, they will put your writing down and go do something else. This insult comes in a variety of forms.

One is the blatantly obvious presentation. It will make the reader wonder, "Why am I reading this?" And more often than not, they will put the book down.

Another insult comes in the tone of the piece. For example, satirists need to be socially aware, but also removed from society. That is, able to detach themselves from the subject matter to write free from personal convictions. I would further imagine, a satirist cannot take himself seriously.

The tone is a major factor of the work. The primary reason of the hatred for Monty Python's Life of Brian is the tone of the film. It's extremely sarcastic and scathing, flinging very harsh insults at a wide scope of religious figures and doctrines. Yes, it was horrible when Life of Brian was banned in several countries, and those countries missed out on a fantastic satire, but we should not be surprised. I mean, the message of the finale is Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life--even when you're getting crucified. In fact, make things [i]better[/i] by singing and whistling! It's hilarious, yes, but the tone is what enraged people. I'm sure the public would have reacted better if Monty Python didn't "make light" of deep personal convictions.

However, this reaction can also be blamed on the public, as they are not sufficiently removed from themselves...in more ways than one. ~_^


Considering all that I've just spoken of, I suggest closely examining the choice of language, form, and tone in Assassinated Love.

What looks like a heartless droid really isn't, and what looks like a compassionate droid really isn't. This is how both Lady A and Raiha are correct. This is a duality of literature, both from an author's platform, and the reader's interpretive platform.

Good show, everyone.

I hope that my reply does not deter anyone from continuing to reply, because I would absolutely love to see Raiha and Lady A have as much of a debate as possible over the true meanings of my piece.

You both have strong theses and there is support for both of them in Assassinated Love.

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]How fitting. I'm sitting here in English class trying to make sense of something that was definetly intended to make a sort of sense that will not make sense to anyone without any sense.

Moving on. I do like debate, really I do. And I suppose the best way to start one is to repeat the arguable thesis I have stated before...reworded of course;

When one reaches a height of consciousness in which they can ask themselves why they behaved a certain way, madness may ensue.

This madness leads to self questioning, self loathing, and self destruction if turned inward too far. This madness can also lead to a lashing out at the things surrounding them. Including creators [parents in my case], enemies, and especially close friends.[/color]

[Boba Fett]

[COLOR=green]What?!? You mean the assassin droid doesn?t overcome her programming and run away with him to live in happiness forever and ever? Bah. So much for happy endings?

Ahem.

It?s a very interesting story, for reasons I?m having a very hard time pinning down. There?s just something there that?s? classic storytelling.
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[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=darkred]I will just add my scribblings of thoughts on this story. I think Raiha and Lady A can debate without me just fine ^_^;[/color]

[color=darkblue][b][size=1][insert any and all description made on Lena][/size][/b]
He gives her life from the getgo. she does not send these vibes off herself, but they are implemented on her as she is described.
She is courteous when she speaks, but doesn't have to come off as being cold, since you hint of no particular emotion or tone.
Unless you take these examples into consideration:[/color]
[quote]?I do not appreciate your tone, Jason. And if you would, I prefer the term, ?android,? or, ?synthetic person.??

"And yes, I do acknowledge the comical similarity to our detainment centers.?

?I am unsure how to respond to this, Jason.?

?Shh. It?s all right. I understand. No need to become flustered. Let?s go to your bedroom.?

She takes a moment to adjust, then kisses me gingerly on the lips.[/quote][color=darkblue]
1. Offence - hurt feelings ?
2. Ironic - humor, trying to lighten the mood
3. Uncertainty - caught off-guard. Admitting this allows him to convince her, a weakness on her part ??
4. An android detached from emotion would never, ever say "Shh" or any of those "soft reassurances". End of point.
5. No comment needed here. See previous statement.

By not placing her too firmly as ... well, anything, the reader can make up their own mind of whether or not she is stale as old cheese, or possess the sweetly manners of any "normal woman"[/color]
[quote]
"The birds chirping wake me up, but it?s not a loud awakening. It?s the peaceful and soft stirring that comes with?Heaven."[/quote][color=darkblue]
I can't quite explain it, but there's a subtle hint there.
[/color][quote]
?I know. I have never said this before, either, but I have never felt this way before. My emotion chipset does not allow for this, but, Jason, I love you, too.?[/quote][color=darkblue]
She is supposed to kill you-- I mean him, in a humane way, right ? So by declaring her love to him, it becomes more acceptable to
die by her hand.... maybe, I'm just running with things in my head right now ^_^;[/color]
[quote]
"Her hand grips me tighter."[/quote][color=darkblue]
The tightening of the hands worked like an emphasis, for me. Both in that she claims to love him and to confirm her agenda.
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[color=darkred]
This is short and I haven't built off on what anyone's said previously, sorry. ^_^;

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]Well, I'm not really one for debate, because I believe everyone has their own opinions and interpretations, especially in literature.

Besides that, I prefer to stay out of conflict unless I feel strongly about it, and in this case, I don't.

Just so I don't kill this now, though, I suppose I'll state my point. I might contribute more, but...if someone feels like debating this, feel free to wade in.

She is a machine. She is not programmed to feel love, and, as such cannot feel love. However, she has been programmed to feel the...wishy-washy feelings. Nothing strong, nothing that stands out. Although made in the image of humans, she [i]isn't[/i] human. And with that can come a feeling of inferiority. Loving makes her human; something she wants to be. Therefore, the death of someone she wanted to love would not affect her as much if it was someone who [i]could[/i] love. They're using each other.


*shrug* Whatever. I do prefer to stay out of debates, but if Raiha feels like replying, I'll see what I can do.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][quote]However, she has been programmed to feel the...wishy-washy feelings.[/quote]

Do you call love a wishy-washy thing? She isn't swayed by his opinion, or even the knowledge that he loves her. Make no mistake, Lena will certainly kill Jason and do so without having second thoughts or doubts.

It will not be until afterwards, that she has to explore and question herself. And that alone, will prove that she is not simply a creation anymore.[/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][color=royalblue]
Do you call love a wishy-washy thing?[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

[size=1]That's my point. Love [i]isn't[/i] a wishy-washy feeling, and, as such, she was not programmed to feel it. She [i]will[/i] kill Jason, but because there is no deep emotion felt -- she's [i]incapable[/i] of feeling it -- there will be no deep exploration of herself.

Lena is a creation. If you are not genetically wired [and I'm speaking generally here] to feel something, you won't feel it. Lena can't love, and therefore won't come to the point where she isn't a creation.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]Even if she was incapable of feeling it, Lena was asked to perform a request she had not been programmed to perform. So she agreed, and in that agreement, she put aside a part of herself.

Therefore, what's to say that she won't do it again, and with another human she is asked to destroy? If it happens again, won't she simply be forced to change her programing and eventually question herself why she was programmed to act a certain way?[/color]