Francine Foster's Questionnaire

I live in Seattle, or at least the area that used to be called Seattle. I was born in Portland, and moved up for college at UW. I had been excited back then because I heard the party scene up here was great, but I now realize that I'm far above that sort of thing. I hated living in the dorms; my roommates were insufferable. So, I just got a cheap place that my parents agreed to pay for; a studio apartment on the fourth floor of a complex. I keep things simple and neat, with only the furniture I need. Why have a TV when I have my laptop?

I work as a lab tech at UW while I'm working on my PHD. The pay isn't great, though, so I unfortunately have to rely on my parents to actually live here. It's not like I need to spend a lot of money on things other than rent, though; I'm perfectly fine subsisting on microwave ramen and snacks, so I try to live as frugally as possible. It's pretty bullshit that these things even cost money, but until things change, that's just how it is. Hopefully, if I keep living this way, I can eventually save up enough money to do some... independent research.

I'm sick of the way that this world works. Humans are truly disgusting creatures; they lie, cheat, and hurt in pursuit of power, and most of them are too stupid for their own good. They regard the supernatural with fear, and it's because they know it has the power to end the never-ending cycle of suffering that fuels this planet. Humans have outstayed their welcome as the dominant species, and I dream of being the one to usher Earth into a new era of prosperity. I would commit any crime to see this come to fruition. Killing means nothing if it's in pursuit of a world where death does not exist; I only wish to live long enough to see that world.

Going to my first party at UW was when I began to become disenfranchised by my own species. There is perhaps no greater display of human gluttony and indulgence than a fraternity party. However, despite my misgivings, I was still desperate to fit in at the time. Pressured by my peers, I ended up drinking so much alcohol that I was hospitalized. The pure humiliation of the entire ordeal was bad enough, but the rage I felt at the people around me for allowing and even encouraging such a thing opened my eyes to the uselessness of humans. From there, every observation of human behavior deepened my disgust and cemented my ambition.

Jennifer Foster, my mother, is one of the few people I feel I can tolerate. She works as a curator at the Portland Art Museum. She has a uniquely positive outlook on life, and an appreciation for creativity. While her blindness to the suffering around her worries me, she never fails to ease my mood when I speak to her. If only more people were like her. She knits in her free time.

Stanley Foster, my father, is a largely inscrutable man. He works as a doctor at the OHSU Hospital. I didn't get to see him much as a kid, considering he worked the night shift; we really only got to eat dinner together, and even then I usually didn't get much out of him. Despite this, I looked up to him as a child, and his work is what inspired me to enter the field of biochemistry.

Madeline Harlowe is my online friend who shares my view of the world. I met her on an occult forum a few years back, and we ended up becoming best friends (and sometimes more than that). She lives in Florida, but unfortunately, it's difficult for us to afford to see each other very often. We know everything about each other, and she's the only one who I have confided in about my ambitions. I fear she is the only one who will ever understand them. I would do anything for her.

My childhood was uneventful. With my father on the night shift, I was mostly raised by my mother, and she did a great job, I think. I attended public school in Portland like a normal child, and I fit in fine enough. I didn't have many friends, but I didn't get bullied or anything. I did have a tendency for zoning out with daydreams that I occasionally got teased for, though. Once I got older, I started to become jealous of the "popular kids", but didn't get the courage to pursue an extroverted lifestyle until I moved out for college. Look how that turned out.

I can't decide whether to look back on those days with fondness or not. The days before I had realized just how bad things really are. I was certainly happier back then, after all, but those who keep the level of ignorance they have in childhood are no better than they were as children. My existence is improvement, and I will only continue to improve.

I do not know if what I can call what I have with Madeline "love". However, I cannot imagine myself getting any closer to it. We both know that we are greater than that, but it does not stop us from... indulging in each other from time to time. After all, we are only human, and to be human is to indulge. If I were to ever choose any human to survive the upheaval of the world, it would be her. I will admit that my feelings for her... scare me, sometimes. I wonder if she feels the same way.