You play the mad scientist

Chapter 4 : The Woman of my Dreams

I parked at the mall and almost ran inside. I knew exactly what I had to do. The question was more whether or not I could push the powers of the ring this far, but I couldn’t see anything in the rules of uncle Tim that would make what I was about to try impossible. I wondered if he ever tried something like that himself.

The mall was quite busy for a Tuesday afternoon. I walked around, looking for what I was aiming for.

I settled for a generic clothes store. I entered it and ran towards the women fitting room. People were looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. What I was about to do was definitely crazy. A saleswoman at the entrance of the fitting room tried to stop me.

“Sir! You are not allowed in here.” She said.

“I am.” I replied.

She nodded and let me in.

There were two women changing there, behind closed doors. I waited in front of the booth for one of them to leave first. It was an old lady. She didn’t seem to find anything weird about me being here and simply left without a word.

The other woman was still inside. I had no idea who it was, I couldn’t see her from here, and that was the whole point.

I walked in front of the booth door and said : “Whoever is in here. You are not going to talk or get out of here until I tell you to. Just knock twice if you heard me.”

Two knocks.

Perfect.

I could start. I had to do this right. I took a deep breath in.

“Your name is Suzie.” I said, with the first name popping in my mind. “You are extremely attractive based on my standards. As attractive as possible without driving too much attention to yourself, actually.”

If I was right, since I didn’t know who was in there, but there was still someone. The ring should make everything I was saying true, as long as it was not physically impossible.

“You know me better than I know myself because you’ve been stalking me for the past few years. I am the one thing you care the most about in the world. You are in love with me, and extremely attracted to me. You want to be my... ****. You would love spending all of your time and effort into making sure I am happy. That’s all you care about. You’d do anything for me. You care deeply about me. You are very confident and strong-minded, but you still want me to make my own choices. You can give me great advice but you will never try to manipulate me in any way even if you think it’s for my own good. You have similar tastes, passions and hobbies, but you still have your own life that I would certainly be interested in.”

I just needed one more thing to make it perfect, if it worked.

“You know about the ring. In fact, from now on, you are immune to its effects as long as I don’t directly use it on you, and you are aware of any effects it had in the past that you might have witnessed. Even if I do use it on you, you are still aware of the changes I make unless told otherwise.”

This was it. I was extremely nervous. Was an old lady going to step out and tell me she had no idea what the hell I was talking about?

“You can come out now.” I said.

The door opened, and I almost fell on the ground.

A stunning woman was standing in front of me with a playful smile on her face. She looked about 25, had short black hair, bright blue eyes, some freckles on her handsome face. She was wearing a green dress that was showing quite a lot of her large breasts, but just discreet enough not to be too outrageous.

“Hello, Lewis.” She said. Her voice was smooth as silk. “Quite a Weird Science trick you just pulled off don’t you think? Shame you didn’t ask for some lighting effects.”

I definitely fell on the ground.

She kneeled down in front of me and put her hand on my cheek.

“Sweetheart.” She said. “Why don’t we go have a drink?”

I followed her around the mall. She was walking fast in front of me, turning her head from time to time to make sure I was still following, and always gratifying me with a smile both loving and teasing. I was hypnotized by how pretty she was.

I made her. I could not believe it. I made the woman of my dreams!

She led me into a quiet cafe in the corner of the mall. We sat down. A waiter came and took our order. She knew exactly what I wanted, and took the same thing.

“We have similar tastes. Remember?” She said.

“I…” I mumbled. “I created you.”

“You did. But at the same time, you didn’t.” She replied.

“I don’t understand.”

“Why don’t you ask me a few questions? But remove the ring first if you don’t want to make a mess out of your creation.” She winked at me.

I followed her advice but kept the ring in my closed fist. She laughed.

“Who are you?” I simply asked.

“My name is Suzie Parker.”

“Parker?”

“Well, you didn’t create my last name.”

“So the ring made it up for me?”

“Not exactly.”

I was confused.

“The ring makes everything you say true.” She explained. “But you didn’t say enough to fill the entire life of a human being. Everything that wasn’t said just happened naturally.”

“Are you a mix between the person who was really in that booth and who I asked you to be?”

“Interesting question.” She replied. “I don’t think so. Are you familiar with Shrodinger’s cat ?”

“It’s a quantum physics thought experiment.” I explained. “If you put a cat in a closed box that has exactly a 50/50 chance of killing it based on the properties of a sub-atomic element, then the cat would exist in a state of probability flux, both dead and alive, until you open the box to get the final result, collapsing the probability wave.”

“Smart boy.” She whispered, pressing my nose with her index.

“So that’s what you were? An uncollapsed probability wave? Is this how the ring works?”

“I believe so. It is my understanding that the ring only sees the world through the lense of the person wearing it. By making affirmations the ring makes probability waves collapse in a way that fits with said affirmation. But it seems to differ from normal quantum physics because usually anyone can be an observer and make the probability waves collapse. Apparently for the ring, only the wearer is a real observer, making everything the wearer is not aware of be…”

“...Real only when witnessing it.” I completed.

“Yup. Pretty much.” She laughed. “Or maybe it’s just overriding the observation of anyone else.”

“How do you know all of that?” I asked, puzzled. “You know more about the ring than I do.”

“You asked me to know. I actually spent a few years researching the subject. I was working as a junior archeologist in Boston. I ran into a few legends about it and worked my way from there.”

“Wait!” I said. “I thought I just created you!”

“As I said. You did, but at the same time you didn’t.”

I put a hand over my forehead. I was so confused.

She gently took my hand, pushed it away and started massaging my temples.

“Let’s put it like that.” She uttered. “I was born in Scranton, New York, february 18, 1994. My father’s name is Philipp and my mother’s name is Henrietta. They both are alive and well, managing their own little sea fruit restaurant in Philadelphia. I have a brother, Dylan, who’s 22. I studied physics and then realized I wasn’t cut for it and switched to archeology. I worked in that field until about two years ago, in Boston, as I said.”

I froze. She gave me an encouraging smile while still running her fingers on the sides of my head.

“So…” I muttered. “There was a probability, even ridiculously small, that a girl fitting the exact description I made could exist and that she could be in that exact same booth when I said it. And because I wore the ring, that tiny probability was pulled into existence, like a probability wave collapsing just the way I wanted it to.”

She removed her right hand from my left temple and tapped gently on my forehead.

“Got it!” She said.

“So I made it true by asking for it, but because I did you existed before I actually asked for it.”

“Yep. Seems like it. When the ring makes something true it also changes the past.”

“So you have a life before I made you.”

“I do!” She exclaimed. “And quite a lovely one actually.”

“But…” I mumbled again. “Among all the things I said. I… I mean… Are you my…”

“...****?” She completed, followed by a laugh. “Well I don’t think I am right now, but I would love to be your **** if that’s what you want.”

She sounded like she genuinely was ready to be my **** if I wanted her to. This was so weird.

“But if you have a past. Why would you want to be my ****?”

“Because you wanted me to want it.” She said. “At least that’s the absolute reason, the reason of the ring. The rational reason is because I found out about you by pure accident, two years ago, and since then I’ve been obsessed by you.”

“But why?” I asked, completely bewildered

“I happened to bump into your facebook profile by pure accident. I was looking for a colleague called Lewis, too. You should put your profile in private, by the way. I then started following you out of curiosity. At first I just found you cute. Physically you were exactly my type. And then I grew amazed. We liked the same kind of stuff. Science fiction, new technologies, space, and even politics. Everything was like a perfect reflection of my own passions, and at the same time with enough differences to make it interesting. Over the next couple years I literally fell in love for you. Completely and madly in love. This has never happened to me before. I thought I was nuts feeling like that about some stranger I had never met.”

“Why didn’t you try to talk to me then?”

“Well, the ring reason is because you hadn’t created me yet and the ring cannot make something that would interfere with your own past. The rational reason is that I was scared. I had no idea if you would feel the same way about me. And also, you lived hundreds of miles away.”

“But what brought you here? How come you know about the ring and me using it? I mean apart from being because I simply asked for you to know.”

“As I said to you I spent years researching everything I could find about the ring. After a while I had quite an idea on how it worked, even if I wasn’t convinced it really existed. I eventually tracked it down to your uncle, Tim, and spied on him for a little while.”

“You spied on my uncle Tim?”

“I did. And that’s where it gets interesting. The information about the ring was sparse, because obviously any effect it has will be seen as completely normal, so only people immune to its effects would mention it. Either owners of the ring, or people who got changed by it to be able to notice its effects. And here I was, being able to notice it as well. I saw your uncle go with his crazy life and I could see, everything no one else seemed to notice.”

I started to get where this was going.

“And then…” She continued. “...I concluded that the ring had been used on me, in one way or another, but I could not recall having any direct interaction with any of its owners. Of course I was aware that I could also only be immuned from a certain point and not remember being affected by previous effects. But I couldn’t be sure of it. Then your uncle died, and I tracked the ring to… you.”

“Must have seem like a crazy coincidence.” I muttered.

“Well at first, yes. But then I witnessed you use it on your family.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed. “How could you witness that?”

“Well… I might have bugged your house when you moved back there, to spy on you day and night.” She admitted, grinning. “May I remind you that you wanted a girl who knew you better than you know yourself and who would have been stalking you for years?”

I nodded. It sounded crazy and yet it was exactly what I asked for.

“So.” She continued. “I saw what you did to your sister, and your friend Eva, earlier today. I have to admit that while I can’t morally say that I support you on this, as I’m sure you don’t either, it got me dripping wet.”

“What?” I almost shouted.

She put her hands in front of me, asking me to calm down.

“Lewis. You have to understand that I don’t have a very traditional sexuality. I am very kinky to say the least. I’ve always been into domination, free use, mind control, but more on the side of the victim being controlled. Being someone’s **** is the hottest concept I can think of. I’ve always been like that, as soon as I started awakening to my own sexuality. I’ve known for a while now that to be happy I needed to find a master. Obviously, I’ve been thinking for a while that this person was you.”

She put her hand on my cheek again, looking at me softly.

“And then.” She said. “When you left the diner earlier today it suddenly hit me. I was your dream woman. I was everything you wanted. It all made sense all of a sudden. Why everything about you made me want to be your ****. Why I loved you so much. Why we had the same tastes and interests, and why I knew everything there was to know about the ring before you even got it in the first place. I realized that you were about to create… me.”

I was at a loss for words. I was having the most astounding glimpse at the inner works of the ring.

“And so.” She continued. “I followed you to the mall. I had been keeping an eye on you in person since you woke up this morning at this point. And when you got out I made sure not to lose track of you. When you got into the store I knew what you had in mind, so I outpaced you and got into a booth right before you entered the fitting room. Then you came in, and you just described... me. I listened to you saying my name and everything I already felt and wanted. Then you asked me to come out, and there I was.”

She gave me a warm smile. I could see she was on the verge of tears.

“I found my purpose, Lewis.” She said. “You are my purpose. I only exist to serve you. I am so happy I am finally with you.”

And then, I’m the one who suddenly started crying. After all the shit I did with the ring, this suddenly looked like the happiest day of my life.

Suzie hold me in her arms, and kissed me. It was the most exhilarating kiss of my life. Everything about her made me melt. Her soft lips, the feeling of her tongue against mine, her scent, her perfume. She was perfect. I could feel her tears mixing with mine. She was crying too.

I made her and she was happy about it, because that’s what I wanted. I created a willing **** who would be my **** because she chose to be.

“So will you want to be my **** forever?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“Actually, I don’t remember you specifying how long I would want that.” She replied. “I think you should definitely use the ring to make sure of it.”

“Is it what you want?”

“Right now there is nothing more I want. Let’s make sure I don’t change my mind. Please.”

I opened my hand and put the ring back on one of my fingers.

“Will you be my willing **** for as long as I will want you to?” I asked.

“Yes!” She almost shouted. “Nothing would make me happier.”

I smiled.

“And it’s kind of you to give me a way out if you ever change your mind. Even if that’s not what I want. You’re becoming more careful about the ring. That’s a good thing.” She added.

I realized something.

“There is something else I haven’t done properly.” I said. “I don’t want to find myself worrying about everything I say to you, all the time.”

“Obviously not. That would be pretty uncomfortable.”

“Suzie. The effects of the ring can only work on you if I want them to. I can’t change you by accident.”

She nodded. “Of course not, silly. But feel free to change me anyway you want, anytime. I want you to be happy. Everything else is secondary to me.”

I started crying again. She hold me tight and kissed me on my forehead.

“There is something else.” She said. “Since everything you make true is obvious, it is also obvious to everyone that I am your dream girl and more importantly that I want to be your ****, now that you just made me. I think it would be easier to manage it if you used the ring to make it NOT obvious.”

I nodded.

“From now on truth made with the ring will not be obvious to any group of people I think should not find it obvious. Also, no one finds it obvious that Suzie seems like she’s been created for me and wants to be my ****.”

This was an interesting loophole.

She smiled.

“What should we do know?” I asked.

“Whatever you want.” She replied.