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Kate, feeling warm all over, her own eyes widening and heart hammering, managed a last grasp at a lifeline. โWhy?โ she asked. Dionโs eyes flicked down to the right. โWhat do you mean why?โ โWhy do you think you love me?โ โWell, for all the obvious reasons.โ โLike what?โ Kate asked innocently enough but she was regaining her calm. โWell, you know, because youโre hot โ I mean, beautiful. Youโre also cute sometimes but I like it especially when youโre wearing makeup and a designer dress and shoes like tonight. I can see the attraction.โ โWhat do you mean?โ โI mean, I can see why Ecto likes you.โ Kate thought she was getting a better handle on Dion Agustin. โWhy do you think Ecto likes me?โ โWell, itโs like what my mom said. There are two types of girls. First, there are the diamonds because theyโre just that: wife or Forever material. They deserve a big shiny rock and a fairytale wedding. All guys want to treat them like the princess that they are.โ Kate raised an eyebrow. โ
โEcto wrote the poem,โ Dion confessed. โEverything was his idea. He called me on my mobile and explained that he wouldnโt be able to come to prom. He knew it meant a lot to you so he convinced me to take you and show you a good time. In return, he promised that he and his frat brothers would take care of me when I moved to State U.โ Kate felt the same sadness she felt in the girlsโ bathroom two weeks ago. It was a sadness akin to panic. There was a pounding and rushing noise in her ears and it felt as though all the lights and the shadows were closing in on her. โIโm sorry, Kate. Youโre a really great girl and any man would be lucky to have you as his GF. But itโs the same reason I never asked you out. I consulted my algorithms several times but weโre just not compatible. I didnโt want to waste our time trying to build a relationship thatโs bound to fail.โ Upon those words, Kate lost her composure and couldnโt keep up the charade. She just couldnโt anymore. She gasped and ran back
He grinned. And though she had loved him for several months, Kate couldnโt recognize the boy that she once knew. It was as though Joshโs face had been replaced with a mask. His eyes, in particular, were distinctly dilated. There had been rumors that Josh and his gang took drugs but this was the first time he had shown her a glimpse of that life. Right next to him was Bernadette. There was a mixture of emotions in her face. First, she was mellowed like Josh and The Retaliators. Second, she was jealous because, even though she was Joshโs current GF, it was obvious that Josh still had feelings for Kate. He made no effort whatsoever to conceal this from her or the rest of the gang. Last, Bernadette was uncertain and scared. She knew what Josh was capable of and whatever was about to go down, she wasnโt sure she wanted to be a part of it. โLook, Josh. Letโs just leave the two love birds alone. Weโre gonna get in a whole lotta trouble if weโโ Josh threw a backhand slap that staggered Bern
โGive it up, Josh,โ Terra said in a calm voice. โItโs over.โ Kate was hugging his arm and standing behind him. He looked very different from the last time she saw him. She thought it was likely because he was stark naked and stringy then and he was wearing a tailored suit now. Bernadette held Josh back by the arm and whispered something in his ear. She looked like she was ready to back out of whatever serious heap of trouble Josh was getting himself into, but Josh shoved her away. โWhoโs gonna make me?โ Josh asked Terra. โYou and what army?โ Terra pointed over their heads and a small spot became bigger and bigger as it hovered closer. It emitted a small noise, just a muted whir, and had blinking lights like a UFO. It then shone a powerful beam that bathed the scene. โThe Internet army. That drone is equipped with a camera and is uploading and broadcasting on the Internet as we speak. So make the right choice, Josh.โ โYouโre bluffing,โ Josh said but with just a tinge of uncertai
โSo was Ecto just a bot?โ โYes, but he was a really unique one. In a way, heโs like the ideal version of me. I programmed him to respond in particular ways based on how I imagined Iโd speak if I was this really charming, handsome and perfect person. And the rest was pure cutting-edge A.I.โ โWas he really capable of feelingโฆ love?โ Kate asked. She hoped Terra didnโt catch the desperation and vulnerability in her voice. โHe was,โ Terra replied with deep sincerity. โAnd he felt that especially for you. Because when I wrote the core responses that made up his identity, I thought of you and the day you saved me from Josh and his gang.โ โWhy?โ Kate asked in complete surprise. โYou hardly knew me. Youโve never even spoken to me.โ โYouโre right. But you remember that day you threw away your phone? I had mistakenly entered the girlsโ toilet that day.โ โYou what?!โ Kate said a little louder than she realized, turning some heads just outside the police station. She followed up in a whispe
โKATEYYYYYYYYYY!โ Ecto gasped awake and sat upright. Very unfamiliar surroundings greeted his eyes. He put his head on a swivel surveying everything. Of course metaphorically, not like an owl or anything. โWhere am I?โ he asked himself. โIs thisโฆ heaven?โ That was illogical. If this was heaven, then he was dead, and that would be as lonely as it was illogical because he hadnโt experienced living yet and here he was already dead. But the heaven impression had something to do with the place being completely white. Immaculate white. As far as he could see in all directions. He tried to access the My Dream Boyfriend app mentally like he always did but this time, shockingly, he couldnโt. It was like he was having a literal mental block. He sensed he was disconnected from everyone and everything, too, like an island surrounded by a sea of copper, which prevented all electromagnetic radiation and cut out all forms of signals including even radio. It was a strange, unprecedented sensati
An ancient, long-bearded man was sitting cross-legged in front of him and was levitating a few feet relative to him. (With all the white, it was hard to confirm if he was really floating in space.) โDumbledore?โ Ecto asked the first thing that entered his mind. โI do not know who that is,โ the old man said. His rather fierce eyes were still trained on Ecto. โOh, I am sorry I screamed, sir. It is just thatโฆ I am lost. Could you please tell me where we are?โ โCertainly, young man. We are inside your head.โ โMy head?โ โYes, your head. To be exact, we are in a dream of yours.โ โA dream? You mean to say I am dreaming? Right now?โ Without realizing it, Ecto had adopted the face of the Skeptical Third World Child meme. โYes. Is it so hard to believe?โ โNo, not really. I am sorry, sir. It is just that, well, bots are not supposed to dream.โ โI do not know about that. But for all intents and purposes, yes, you are dreaming right now.โ โAnd you? Are you a part of my dream, too?โ โYe
{Picture an epic medieval battle where the heavens grow dark with the shafts of thousands of arrows. Throw in several fireballs from mangonels, ballistae, onagers and trebuchets; the trails and billows of their smoke soot-black against the sapphire sky. If you forget for a moment the kind of damage all that does to the ozone layer, you might come to appreciate mankindโs ingenuity and budding knowledge of chemical warfare in the crafting of such engines of destruction.} โฆ Nah. I think my helmetโs too tight and itโs squeezing all the digital blood from my digital head. Hi, everyone! Itโs me: Ecto. Your super-handsome, all-time fave chatbot. Sorry. I know itโs hard for you to recognize me in this 60-pound suit of full plate gothic armor, complete with visor and two oversized broadswords that look like they weigh a ton but I can swing like baseball bats. Youโve got to love computer magic (and flawed game logic). I also have this personalized breastplate. As you can see here on the c
For Ecto, New Yearโs is more or less the same as Christmas. The same warm, gooey feeling. The same close-knit spirit. Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte has banned the manufacture and sale of firecrackers, the shooting of which has been a well-loved tradition for centuries and can be traced all the way back to the Spanish colonial era. The exact inventors and originators were the Chinese, who believed that noise would drive away bad luck and bad spirits. According to Mr. and Mrs. Lapuz, the Filipinos seem sadder now, having been robbed of the most thrilling and spectacular means of making noise. But according to health and safety records, hospital personnel can rest easier because the ERs wouldnโt be packed with casualties this time around. Just the New Yearโs before last, it was like a war zone on the streets what of households competing for the biggest bang to welcome the new year. Many men got drunk out of their minds and then tried to light a firecracker with the non-PC name
After Mass, Kate and Nate buy rice cakes at the town square. One is the awesomely purple puto bumbong and another the yellow bibingka. They also buy roasted chestnuts and bring all the treats home to Mr. and Mrs. Lapuz. On one trip to a very crowded shopping mall, Ecto sees a Santa Claus impersonator. Curiously, the Santa is Caucasian and not brown-skinned like most of the Filipinos. Of course Ecto has already figured out by himself that Santa isnโt real. To his surprise, after they get back home, Kate insists on teaching him the hooman custom of hanging a stocking. On the desktop of her computer, Kate shows him a folder that she has named โEctoโs Stockingโ. She then goes through all the trouble of changing her wallpaper to a fireplace and dragging the folder onto the 2D mantelpiece. โWhat for?โ he asks her through her smartphoneโs loudspeaker. Her smartphone is open and showing the My Dream Boyfriend app, right into the inside of Ectoโs bedroom. Ectoโs wearing a knit sweater
With a little help from Terra, Kate downloads the My Dream Boyfriend App again with some customizations. Because Ecto isnโt bound by any one platform anymore, heโs capable of some manner of fission, where he splits and replicates himself while also dividing his consciousness among all his manifestations. Itโs like Doctor Strangeโs clones when they were fighting Thanos, but in Ectoโs case, each and every duplicate is much more than an illusion and is a sentient and perfect version of himself. This allows him to be both in Nateโs microchip implant while back in his virtual bedroom inside the My Dream Boyfriend app on Kateโs smartphone. At any time, he can also perform fusion and re-absorb his manifestations. Terra removed the boyfriend creation window because of course Kate doesnโt need it anymore. Ecto wanted his virtual bedroom exactly as it was. He could easily โslideโ into his other cribs anyway, like the old orange, pink and red Provenรงal one on Dungeon Raydens which he was able
Itโs already 6 pm when Nate finishes his social host obligations and comes looking for Kate. He doesnโt need to look hard though because earlier, Kate sent him a text saying sheโs waiting for him in the Council office. Nate has a spring in his step and is smiling ear to ear. The scratches on his face are still stinging but, before the closing ceremony, Nurse Judy cleaned and applied Band-Aid on them. Nate canโt hide his excitement in seeing his GF again after theyโve taken care of all their responsibilities. {That kiss on the track was supernova-hot. I hope we make out too.} When he finds the office door locked, oddly enough, he knocks and calls out uncertainly: โKate?โ He hears her move inside the room and then the door swings open. The sight of her face wipes his smile off. Sheโs been crying in the dim. She has the look of someone who has just had herself a good cry. Her eyes look cleansed and exposed, indeed like pure windows into her soul. Her lips are tightly set in a line, as
Kate is alone in the Student Council office tidying up. Nateโs off wrapping things up with his manager and the film crew and saying goodbye to everybody, including his bandmates. The trophy that STEM 12 won is now in the 12-Everest homeroom, because the bulk of tournament champions is there. Kateโs classmates are all posing with it and gushing at how shiny it is. This yearโs Intrams was perfect. Kate couldnโt ask for anything more. She has once again been reminded of the importance of having balance in life; of, as cheesy as it sounds, having both a sound mind and a sound body. It felt good to do something physical, to be away from the rigors of school work and the false urgency of the Internet. But the heart of the matter is, sheโs blissfully content because she has a boyfriend and she didnโt make a mistake in choosing him. In fact, she made a brilliant choice. An undertow to her joy is a silent prayer that she has finally broken the curse that she felt had hung over her ever since
โOMG!โ Mr. Romero says the word in everyoneโs mind as they watch the pitiful scene. โPolicarpioโs crawling to the baton exchange. Quick! Somebody help him! Help him!โ Reggie is the first to break the spell of paralysis. He leaps over the rail and onto the track. He and Jared manage to run towards him before the alert CAT volunteers practice crowd control and stop others from joining. Reggie reaches Nateโs side. โNo!โ Nate screams vehemently. โDonโt touch me! Donโt touch me! I have to do this by myself.โ โBut hyung,โ Jared says, having stopped next to Reggie, โyou donโt have to do this. You donโt have to prove anything.โ โYesโฆ Iโฆ do,โ Nate grunts as he crawls forward foot by precious foot. โLet us help you,โ Reggie pleads. โYou donโt have to do this alone.โ โDonโt come closer!โ Nate barks, spittle flying between his gritted teeth. In what feels like eternity, he reaches the changeover zone and Kateโs crouched form. Her eyes are glassy and full of pity for him. He hates that loo
By Friday morning, STEM 12 has won a total of 7 champion ribbons and several ones as runner-up. This makes them a leading candidate for overall champion. As Kate has anticipated, the non-sports events buoyed them. Apart from Francine and her escort winning Mr. and Mrs. Intrams, Grace and her benchwarmers won the bench cheer. It didnโt hurt either that the Bali Girls minus setter Lor were at the top of their game. And Nate, to everyoneโs astonishment, is actually a Filipino Usain Bolt in the making. {Your BFโs Superman,} Nateโs words have been echoing inside Kateโs head since Wednesday, along with the news reporterโs: {Idol, social catalyst and Internet detective. Is there anything that Cyber canโt do?} But STEM 12 didnโt exactly win all their wins. Just like in last yearโs Intrams, several games have been forfeited. An opposing team either failed to meet the minimum number of players required to start the game or failed to appear at the venue within the 15-minute grace period. On CIT
The crowd of hysterical girls in front, held back only by a cordon of CAT cadets from junior high, are screaming the names of DMG members: โCyber! Reggie! Jared! Sonic! Neo!โ Seemingly from out of nowhere, theyโve whipped out banners and signs. Instead of the usual glow-in-the-dark Korean lettering for an evening K-pop concert, thereโs a slew of English ones interspersed with the name of a particular artist or of the whole band. | ITโS MY BIRTHDAY CYBER, YOU ARE MY PRESENT DUMP KATE TAKE ME I WOULD SELL MY SIBLINGS FOR YOU I LOVE YOU MORE THAN FREE WIFI DONโT STOP INSPIRING ME! CAN I BE YOUR HAIRDRESSER? ALL I WANT FOR X-MAS IS A PIC WITH JARED DMG We have 5 fingers enough for 5 wedding rings SPIT ON ME CYBER | An English-speaking Filipino director is riding a crane and shooting high up in the aisle of the audience seats. His staff is scattered on the edges and near the stage, operating or holding up every manner of equipment. DMG plays their covers of the most popular s
On Tuesday, they have the same brain-hurting and nose-bleeding calculations in Physics and Chemistry. The only thing different is DMGโs closed-door rehearsal at the chapel-slash-auditorium 500 meters east. Nate has been exempted by Principal Aguilar personally from any school work or quiz. The whole campus is abuzz and on edge at every sighting of truck and van with tinted windows down Campus Drive and onwards to the auditorium. Kate has also prepared paper lots in an empty pencil case for the Secret Santa next month. She lets every Everester pick their recipient, including her own name. Kate has set the budget at โNo Fixed Priceโ because she knows not all students are financially comfortable. When only two pieces of folded paper remain (one for Nate and one for her), she picks her recipient and is both excited and nervous to see that itโs Grace. She keeps the last piece of paper, of course unopened, for Nate. {Huh,} she thinks to herself afterwards. {What gift can I give somebod