If they simply bend themselves on purpose

Jesse was having trouble absorbing what the man was saying. His speech patterns and streams of thought seemed to jump around erratically, in a way that made him seem almost… inhuman. Yet, what the femboy was picking up, fascinated him. He had never imagined he would ever get a chance to talk to someone who worked on the algorithm… Nor had even really considered there might still be people who did. Being called ‘beautiful’ so flatly, had also risen a little warmth and a few hairs around the back of his neck. His fear and aversion to this strange character were slowly slipping away.

“What’s it like? Being connected to the whole thing?”

Now the man did look up from his drawing. First to catch the sissy’s honest, enquiring eyes… and then to stare a little wistfully into the middle-distance. His voice took on a yearning tone, almost spiritual really. As if describing a religious experience that could never really be put into mortal words. “It’s so glorious… So, so magnificent in scale! You can drift out and see just so much information that your mind can barely hold the scope of it… Then zoom in and see and read and understand every, tiny minutia…”

He reached out his hands, subconsciously... as if trying to grasp and unveil innumerable, invisible strands; floating in the air around him. “Nothing outside ever seems to come close to the truth afterwards. There’s no context. No order. No way to see how every small change affects everything else. The system is so close to perfect… except perfect is not the point. Perfect is a false goal. Perfection is far too brittle.”

Jesse felt he was losing his interview-ee. Letting the man disappear into a thread of the indescribable. He tried a different approach, probing a little into the certain imperfections he’d picked up on, in stepping out into the wider world that system controlled. Trying to lever out a reaction.

“So… you know that the rich people break the rules then? That they ignore what the algorithm tells them to do.”

This did prompt a return to focus in the doctor… but not with anger or denial as the femboy had half expected. Pietre looked out at where Suzy was stamping his small foot at the dog-twins and swishing a thin stick of bamboo he’d found somewhere, through the air. A sly smile came across the man’s face as he took in that, and the grand house, and the proud figure looking out from his balcony.

“Balance is what’s needed. Order cannot survive alone… it needs some chaos in order to evolve and adapt. Ordered chaos and chaotic order. For both end up in the same place if left unchecked.”

“Get off'f each other! That’s your sister, you silly pup!” The other sissy’s squeaking demands echoed out through the manufactured fog of this lazy, Saturday morning. As did the swish and crack of his makeshift cane as he brought it down across each of their rears.

The speaker carried on impassively, seeming to just absorb that image into his lecture. All things connected, after all. All under the gaze of the algorithm. “The system needs to bend like a growing twig, not break like a dying branch. Twist around and spiral onwards. Some people need to believe they are above the system… The system simply accounts for them as well. It has to cater to every desire that could ever be longed for.”

He turned back to Jesse, and spoke to him directly. The teen fucktoy feeling like he was being seen through and from above and from inside and from below. Measured in ways that he had yet to even comprehend he had a value. It was deeply unsettling, but somehow reassuring at the same time. As if suddenly any doubts that he fit into a slot in this world were lifted. The rich were being manipulated, as much as the rest of them… that was important… that helped his soul. But the thin man kept talking, his tone becoming more detached and robotic with every syllable.

“Resources are produced. Resources are utilised. Resources are recycled. After Mars became unfeasible, maximum efficiency became key… Contentment became key. Without room to expand, we needed time. As much time as possible. Until another answer arrives, or the risks become no longer manageable.”

His eyes seemed to go blank for a second, still open… but simply absent of any spark of life within their depths. It lasted barely a moment, but certainly brought back and reinforced all the fears Jesse had felt for this creature, adding a considerable amount more on top. No-one had ever unsettled him as much as this slender fragile-looking being did.

Until he shook his head… and seemed to return to humanity once more. Running a hand through his tousled black hair as if he had just got lost in a moment of staring at the pretty, little femboy he was sketching.

“Sorry… You are very beautiful.” He offered, by way of apology. “May I have a kiss?”

Jesse leaned in quickly to give him a peck on the cheek, more out of a desire to leave quickly than anything else. He scuttled off to catch up with Suzy and the twins… wishing he was as able to shake off that deadpan stare as easily as its owner had.