She Deals With Me

“****.” Her curt response even made the nurse feel uncomfortable. Miranda gave a last signature to the paperwork, and escorted me out. She placed her had on my neck like a dog, and pushed me out of the hospital, across the city, and to our apartment. It was quite the parade. Women on the street applauded Miranda as she manhandled me off and away. Finally she’d come to her sense and was treating that man like the dog he was. Maybe now she’d do away with him, and free everyone from the nightmare of having to life with someone different from themselves. She was so constant with her **** I wasn't able to check my watch to see what her score was, or if her traits were even still activated.

“Oww oww oww, I get it, I know where the apartment is.” She shoved me against the door, and unlocked it, before opening the apartment, and throwing me inside. “Miranda I’m sorry I…”

She was on me before I even knew I had to fight her off. She slammed my body against the door, closing it, and then pressed her lips to mine, hungry, ****, needy. “I was so worried about you!” Her body betrayed her stalwart mind, and **** a sob into her voice. “I thought they were going to kill you.”

“I thought you were going to kill me!” I hugged her close to me, surprising myself with my own grip. I’d been more concerned for her than I realized. “Are you okay? What did they do to you?”

She let go of me, and flailed her arms about. “These bitches for fucking crazy Brett! They put me into reeducation, and it was awful! Well it’s always awful, but way more so now. Something must have changed. They kept zapping me, trying to get the straight out of me or something. They kept showing me videos of men assaulting women, like the little tramps weren’t asking for it, with the way they were dressed.” Alright good to know Miranda was still clinging to the hateful right wing of politics. “It’s insane.”

Thank you Combo-Trait! I checked her score. A lovely 52, so shiny. The app itself had prevented her from losing submission points with me, and They're All Fucking Bitches prevented her from having a negative opinion of men, and a positive opinion of women. Miranda was now the antithetical to this entire society, and could no longer be contained by their primary mode of control. Only I had the power to tame her now.

“How did you get out?”

She cocked an eyebrow, pride oozing out of her. “I’m a super spy remember baby?” She ran her fingers along my chest, biting her bottom lip. “It’s not the first loyalty test I’ve had to pass. But seriously it’s messed up. We have to tell Thetis, this isn’t what she’d want.”

Record scratch. “Excuse me?”

“They way they’re doing reeducation now… it’s… it’s just traumatizing women into becoming shellshocked victims. They think the world of men hates them, and wants to personally destroy them. No wonder they’re so hateful and scared. The only information they get is from these psychos who feed off their panic.”

“Yeah.” She was kind of getting it. Though I really had no idea how reeducation went, but it was never talked about in charming tones. “That’s how it’s always been.”

“No way.” She shook her head. “Thetis… Thetis wouldn’t do that to us. Someone has to be doing this behind her back. She loves us Brett, she wants us to be happy.”

“Yeah well… sometimes you hurt the people you love.” I was starting to learn the lesson Thetis already knew.

“Not her, I’ve met her Brett. I’ve talked to her, she’s…” Her face was so transfixed with awe and joy that I almost found it sinister. She looked moved to near tears just thinking of the woman. Miranda, the woman who hated all women. She’d defended ****, not but a minute ago. Whatever Thetis had over these women, it was stronger than the app.

But there was a chink in the armor.

Did you see it?

“You’re right. I’m Sure Thetis is doing her best. It’s all these other women that are ruining her vision right?”

Miranda nodded along. “Yeah, I think so. You can’t trust them to do anything right.”

“I wonder why Thetis would make a city full of them then?”

Miranda squeezed her brows together. That thought hadn’t occurred to her, not with her new mindset at least. “Becausssssse she’s so caring. She took pity on all the unworthy wretches just like a real goddess.” Her heart was all a flutter.

“Yeah but do you really want to live here?”

“Of course, it’s a paradise. How many times do we have to go over this? I don’t want to leave.”

“But it’s a city of only women, how can that be a paradise?” In her mind at least. Believe me before I got to Skyros, I would have thought the city of lesbians would be awesome.

“Uh-wuh-well-I-It-she-umm.” Miranda actually started twitching as the programming I put into her head battled the programming of the city. “Well maybe…”

“Skyros isn’t a paradise.” I looked down at her. “Say it.”

“Now hold on, I’m…”

“Say it.” I took a step closer to her, willing all my power over her, and all the liberal id in the universe for her to see that diversity is beauty, and power, and right. This isolated city at the bottom of the sea was just what it appeared to be, alone, cold, and in the dark.

“Skyros isn’t a paradise.” (Miranda Hari +10SP)(62SP)

“Good girl.” I hugged her. “I know that was hard to say, but we’re going to help Thetis fix it, aren’t we?”

“Hmm?” She looked up at me a bit confused. “H-how could we help her?”

I smiled, and kissed Miranda on the top of the head. “By changing a few minds.”

Astute observers out there were asking very good questions, but yeah it's confirmed now. Reeducation can't undo Brett's gains with the women as far as their submission score goes. It can however rewrite their personality to be more hateful to Brett. Miranda just happens to be the best possible case for Brett. She loves him, has a trait that just dead ass prevents her from thinking the way reeducation is programmed to make her think, and she's a spy, so she can fake going along with the reeducation until she is let out. The other ladies may not be so lucky, if they get captured. Although an orgasm lock might shut down the positive reinforcement part of Reeducation...