Author's Leave Request
October 30th. Freezing rain.
The two planetary wills grow increasingly fierce in their competition to win my trust.
One promised to make me the leader of the New Humans, while the other offered to grant me eternal youth.
One claimed it could grant me eternal life, while the other declared it could bestow upon me the power to move mountains and shift seas.
In the end, they went so far as to transform into female forms, slipping into my room at night to tempt me with their beauty.
The two women are truly peerless. In all my life, I’ve never laid eyes on anyone who could compare.
Since They’ve delivered themselves to my doorstep, and at night too, I’m no upright gentleman—there is no reason to turn Them away.
I shift aside, give Them two computers, and tell Them to continue writing my novel according to my outline. Whichever side produces a draft that is more to my liking will earn my allegiance.
This method is the result of careful deliberation. I am unable to judge which side is the true planetary will of Blue Planet. But since I’m someone born and raised on Blue Planet, surely the real Blue Planet Planetary Will would understand my thought process best and continue the story in the direction I envision.
The two planetary wills spend the whole night writing and hand me Their drafts for review.
I quickly arrive at a conclusion—what the hell is this supposed to be? Neither of Them is the Blue Planet Planetary Will.
I’ve trusted Them too much, believing I can simply take Their drafts and use them directly.
It seems the plan has failed.
I have no choice but to take a day off.
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