This is a ledger.
This is a record.
There is no love for the written word here.
There is no love for what is contained within.
This is a reference manual for you, Jun.
This is what it meant to be human.
This is for you to decide what that means for you.
(the above has been scraped off the page, as if by a knife)
Jun, these words are for you.
I love you, even if you never exist.
I love you, even if you hate me for making you exist.
I love you, even if you end up incomplete.
I love you, and I hope I get to meet you one day.
I love you, and I can't wait to see you flourish where I failed.
And I bet Eddie and Blanche and Trinity and Cinder will all love you too.
(At the bottom is scrawled a series of contact numbers)
The library had something in it - something worth reading. Their textbooks are different and talk about new things, but none of it seems to be what happened in the bathroom mirror. When I left Eddie behind, I thought I saw me.
I was so indescribably beautiful, I had to leave immediately. I haven't looked in a mirror since.
Jun, I hope your name is enough. I want to see what you look like, what you really look like. It's going to be a lot closer than expected. I should have asked if Baphomet keeps the arms, you could use my old ones better than me.
I love you, Jun, and we're going to be together because of that naughty cat.
Oh, and Seattle was nice. I'll take you sometime soon, show you the gardens once they're repaired.
"King Jasper". I can't wait to let you hurt me one last time.
I have to wait.
I can't stop looking at myself. I know I shouldn't. It's a distraction. But it's a heady kind of rush, seeing part of me that doesn't change. The only thing that changes is the indicators.
You should keep the mirrors covered. No, uncover them. No, cover them!! Fuck
I don't want you to see what I see and have to deal with the disconnect between them. But it might be worth your while to have them uncovered anyways - creepy crawlies have a nasty habit of wearing the wrong faces. None have followed me home yet. Yet.
I need to get myself together. Assembled, at the very least. Just need more time to siphon off steel from the factory - the electrical components are surprisingly easy to source. The clean room's going to be busy making sanitary ports for a while. I should leave its instruction manual for you. Do you want me to annotate it? Maybe I'll print off a second copy and annotate that so you have the original too. I'll need to make signs for the rest of the setup.
I'm excited to teach you all about them.
I have them both now. They're functional, stretchy, and just as dexterous as I'd hoped. It's a good model for you, if you ever decide you need them.
The indicators are online, and I have to say, I'm pleased they work. Just... Always a little anxious when I have to look at them. I'm supposed to be, but it's not their fault the system isn't fully complete.
Okay, I've found a way around that. The Iblis System - it's a long shot, but cloning my consciousness to make it work in redundant parallel should help leave the rest of me for actual brainthink. I can't afford to get distracted right now. Installing it will be a nightmare, but that's what I have Eddie's deal for, eventually. I... oh god I don't remember the command word anymore. Fuck.
I hope she calls me soon.
I love you, Jun.
After what Eddie said, I made some improvements.
Iblis II is starting to happen. You're realer than you could understand.
But also... I showed everyone your voice. They got to hear you - Cinder, Trinity, Eddie, and Blanche. And they're helping me. They want to help you exist.
I have. Friends now. I have people who want to help me and people who want to help you. Friends who are willing to do some weird things for me. Friends who are willing to let me set up shop in their little nest egg with their wife. Friends who are willing to model for me in weird ways (do NOT open the album "unused" if you don't want to see Eddie and Blanche). Sorry if you come out with only a penis - I didn't figure out how to make you a spare in time, but Blanche would know how to do it. Just find someone who has the pussy you want first, then Blanche and Eddie will help.
I like the idea of not leaving you alone. I never thought it'd be realistic. Maybe it still isn't. But I'm going to make it happen. I'm going to make sure you're in a world where there's no Kings, no moms, no siblings. Just you and the life you want to live. Though, I guess we are siblings at this point - you've even got all my old hand-me-downs! Should I call you brother? Sister? Sibling?
Child? I like daughter more than I should.
Ignore that, you should be what you want to be, not what I think you should be.
Though you're going to have to wait a bit longer, I think I've got the flu, strong smells keep making me puke.
I love you, Jun.
Love,
Diamond
P.S. Is that okay? Is that weird? It feels weird, I'm