Page 9 of The Champion
December 31st, 2466
Happy New Year to you as well.
You call me manipulative, but maybe the real issue is your predictability.
I knew you had greater influence with your Prime Minister Moreau than we did. All I did was give you the motivation to push back at his awful request that Aubri or I had to stay in exchange for Belle.
Did I make an offer that I knew you wouldn’t accept? Yes, of course.
Living with me and raising our children would sound too much like marriage to you. We both know you loathe the idea and see it as a slave contract.
If Aubri hadn’t interfered and offered to stay, you would have talked Moreau out of the whole thing.
Now we all have to live with the fear that something could happen to my cousin or Indiana.
With hopes that 2466 will bring great blessings to you and your nation.
Warm wishes,
Freya
January 3rd, 2466
Dear Freya,
Your cousin and her protector are still fine. In fact, Aubri seems to be thriving, which isn’t surprising since she’s finally free to live in a country with equality.
Calling me predictable sounds condescending. What’s wrong with consistency in one’s convictions?
I’ve offered to have sex with you before. Last month I suggested it at least five times during my two weeks’ stay in the Northlands. Still, I’m happy to extend my invitation again. Remember when we played chess in the library, and I told you how I fantasize about you naked in my bed, losing your virginity?
Now your reckless suggestion has added on a new fantasy of impregnating you. After all, that would be a novel experience and I’m fond of trying new things.
It’s too bad that your conditions were so extreme, or I might have taken you up on your offer to stay in my apartment.
Victor
January 5th, 2466
Dear Victor,
Interesting that you switched from Hey Freya to Dear Freya. Aren’t you afraid that I might take it as a sign of affection? Is that even allowed in your part of the world?
To address your claim, let me start by saying that I didn’t have extreme conditions. To want to have my children with a partner I respect and admire is natural. Raising my children is a given.
Stop talking about wanting to impregnate me when we both know that after three times of sex you wouldn’t give me a kiss.
I pity your lovers, Victor. How empty it must feel to have sex without an emotional attachment.
You laugh at people who use sex-bots, but as I see it, you French chase your satisfaction in a mechanical act that is no better.
At least with the bots no feelings are hurt, and no one feels rejected afterward.
The kind of sex you have is practically using another person’s body to masturbate.
Warm wishes,
Freya
